<?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-6915390075536962194</id><updated>2012-02-17T09:15:41.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>momikristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17093207300596675399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SDgdS61diwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jgpWc8KwcPY/S220/glamour.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>78</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915390075536962194.post-2813787261036519359</id><published>2010-03-06T05:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T05:54:26.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Care</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/S5F9WeTOc1I/AAAAAAAAAS4/X8r0f1AC1DI/s1600-h/Girl_happy_main.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/S5F9WeTOc1I/AAAAAAAAAS4/X8r0f1AC1DI/s320/Girl_happy_main.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445271249511936850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just soooo like this =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915390075536962194-2813787261036519359?l=momikristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/feeds/2813787261036519359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915390075536962194&amp;postID=2813787261036519359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/2813787261036519359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/2813787261036519359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/2010/03/dont-care.html' title='Don&apos;t Care'/><author><name>momikristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17093207300596675399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SDgdS61diwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jgpWc8KwcPY/S220/glamour.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/S5F9WeTOc1I/AAAAAAAAAS4/X8r0f1AC1DI/s72-c/Girl_happy_main.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915390075536962194.post-1558254678576399754</id><published>2010-01-24T02:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T02:24:56.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/S1s-QvL38pI/AAAAAAAAASw/PnogXfjup7Y/s1600-h/Beach-Companions.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/S1s-QvL38pI/AAAAAAAAASw/PnogXfjup7Y/s320/Beach-Companions.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430002232990364306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got tired of the same old shit! So from now it's only Me, my dreams and my goals!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weee!!! a good way to start my 2010 =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915390075536962194-1558254678576399754?l=momikristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/feeds/1558254678576399754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915390075536962194&amp;postID=1558254678576399754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/1558254678576399754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/1558254678576399754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/2010/01/finally.html' title='Finally..'/><author><name>momikristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17093207300596675399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SDgdS61diwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jgpWc8KwcPY/S220/glamour.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/S1s-QvL38pI/AAAAAAAAASw/PnogXfjup7Y/s72-c/Beach-Companions.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915390075536962194.post-4693399272521281911</id><published>2009-11-27T04:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T04:52:56.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>woke up with tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/Sw7qiwYKhoI/AAAAAAAAASo/5dBVvc4P1BI/s1600/woman_crying_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/Sw7qiwYKhoI/AAAAAAAAASo/5dBVvc4P1BI/s320/woman_crying_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408518085341251202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never imagined being in this kind of situation again, it just so painful that my world is so quiet and someone sooo okay came along but I cannot. Here I am again, crying in pail of tears just to be able to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so tough to handle this all alone... me... my broken heart and my soul!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here I am again... wishing upon the stars to have my halo back =)&lt;br /&gt;i know i'll be fine...&lt;br /&gt;i'll be fine...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915390075536962194-4693399272521281911?l=momikristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/feeds/4693399272521281911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915390075536962194&amp;postID=4693399272521281911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/4693399272521281911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/4693399272521281911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/2009/11/woke-up-with-tears.html' title='woke up with tears'/><author><name>momikristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17093207300596675399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SDgdS61diwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jgpWc8KwcPY/S220/glamour.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/Sw7qiwYKhoI/AAAAAAAAASo/5dBVvc4P1BI/s72-c/woman_crying_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915390075536962194.post-3561480713722939596</id><published>2009-11-22T01:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T01:21:53.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forbidden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SwghdmmwVCI/AAAAAAAAASg/9_UuH8dyP-c/s1600/angelina_jolie_136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SwghdmmwVCI/AAAAAAAAASg/9_UuH8dyP-c/s320/angelina_jolie_136.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406608145121301538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know he wants it...&lt;br /&gt;I know he wants me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I cannot...&lt;br /&gt;As much as I want it, you... I cannot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915390075536962194-3561480713722939596?l=momikristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/feeds/3561480713722939596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915390075536962194&amp;postID=3561480713722939596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/3561480713722939596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/3561480713722939596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/2009/11/forbidden.html' title='Forbidden'/><author><name>momikristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17093207300596675399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SDgdS61diwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jgpWc8KwcPY/S220/glamour.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SwghdmmwVCI/AAAAAAAAASg/9_UuH8dyP-c/s72-c/angelina_jolie_136.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915390075536962194.post-934176658830217731</id><published>2009-11-10T08:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T08:21:50.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anxiously waiting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SviyAgqwhzI/AAAAAAAAASY/kF5hDpAoqSE/s1600-h/ist2_3625755-girl-thinking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SviyAgqwhzI/AAAAAAAAASY/kF5hDpAoqSE/s320/ist2_3625755-girl-thinking.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402263474869929778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God had seen how much I worked hard and cried harder in order to pass, how I wish I'd be able to receive some good news today...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915390075536962194-934176658830217731?l=momikristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/feeds/934176658830217731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915390075536962194&amp;postID=934176658830217731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/934176658830217731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/934176658830217731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/2009/11/anxiously-waiting.html' title='Anxiously waiting'/><author><name>momikristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17093207300596675399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SDgdS61diwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jgpWc8KwcPY/S220/glamour.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SviyAgqwhzI/AAAAAAAAASY/kF5hDpAoqSE/s72-c/ist2_3625755-girl-thinking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915390075536962194.post-2993002820676864193</id><published>2009-10-30T00:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T00:45:03.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>InSensitive</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SunGhLtJL4I/AAAAAAAAASQ/_2ZyyUycf-0/s1600-h/58182888.devilgirlsmokepenta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SunGhLtJL4I/AAAAAAAAASQ/_2ZyyUycf-0/s320/58182888.devilgirlsmokepenta.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398063901760368514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"I want him... he'll be mine!!!"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915390075536962194-2993002820676864193?l=momikristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/feeds/2993002820676864193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915390075536962194&amp;postID=2993002820676864193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/2993002820676864193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/2993002820676864193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/2009/10/insensitive.html' title='InSensitive'/><author><name>momikristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17093207300596675399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SDgdS61diwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jgpWc8KwcPY/S220/glamour.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SunGhLtJL4I/AAAAAAAAASQ/_2ZyyUycf-0/s72-c/58182888.devilgirlsmokepenta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915390075536962194.post-1531200603728740510</id><published>2009-09-24T08:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T08:28:40.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspired</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/Srq9H-5rfVI/AAAAAAAAASI/jNwvSPB7IlU/s1600-h/LightGraffiti4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/Srq9H-5rfVI/AAAAAAAAASI/jNwvSPB7IlU/s320/LightGraffiti4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384824249316506962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"When She Cries"&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Restless Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not inlove but I'm always &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;kinikilig&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!! hahaha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited with going back to my old self...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My diet starts now!&lt;br /&gt;My beauty regimen starts now!&lt;br /&gt;My optimistic side starts now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhlala life!!! loving every moment of it :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915390075536962194-1531200603728740510?l=momikristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/feeds/1531200603728740510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915390075536962194&amp;postID=1531200603728740510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/1531200603728740510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/1531200603728740510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/2009/09/inspired.html' title='Inspired'/><author><name>momikristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17093207300596675399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SDgdS61diwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jgpWc8KwcPY/S220/glamour.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/Srq9H-5rfVI/AAAAAAAAASI/jNwvSPB7IlU/s72-c/LightGraffiti4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915390075536962194.post-2922003784248534546</id><published>2009-09-24T08:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T08:14:37.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Neutral Mode</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/Srq5hAlhzNI/AAAAAAAAASA/LEE-UeWFxso/s1600-h/93466574_cf66539b29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/Srq5hAlhzNI/AAAAAAAAASA/LEE-UeWFxso/s320/93466574_cf66539b29.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384820281219075282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true when my mom once told me that being in the outside world would test your sanity to the highest level... lotsa hypocrites, plastics, pretending to be someone who she can never be, aiming to be the center of attraction and many many more. I don't have time to any of them, all I want is to pursue this simple dream and enjoy life with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I'm not good in pretending, if I don't like you, I won't act as if I'm cool having you around. If I like someone, she would definitely feel my sincerity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joined in a sorority thinking that they would help me boost my morale and confidence in achieving my dream. But heck no! I was totally surprised with its members... everyone has their own issues to deal with, and I'm tired of adjusting myself to fit into someone's mood! I won't kiss someone ass just to be accepted... so as always I'm in the Neutral Mode!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915390075536962194-2922003784248534546?l=momikristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/feeds/2922003784248534546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915390075536962194&amp;postID=2922003784248534546&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/2922003784248534546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/2922003784248534546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/2009/09/neutral-mode.html' title='Neutral Mode'/><author><name>momikristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17093207300596675399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SDgdS61diwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jgpWc8KwcPY/S220/glamour.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/Srq5hAlhzNI/AAAAAAAAASA/LEE-UeWFxso/s72-c/93466574_cf66539b29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915390075536962194.post-2767526814210938204</id><published>2009-09-18T04:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T04:34:37.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitch Mode</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SrKcX6muFcI/AAAAAAAAAR4/9HcdYDF2bq8/s1600-h/bitch_on_board.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SrKcX6muFcI/AAAAAAAAAR4/9HcdYDF2bq8/s320/bitch_on_board.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382536439343748546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I don't believe in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Karma&lt;/span&gt;, I should have done something to make him suffer. I've been nice to everyone as much as possible, but look at it, there are still some who are trying to crash me as if they're the perfect creatures in this world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord... It's hard to be an angel... Please take back my Halo and put some horns in my head so I could vent out my anger and move on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915390075536962194-2767526814210938204?l=momikristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/feeds/2767526814210938204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915390075536962194&amp;postID=2767526814210938204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/2767526814210938204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/2767526814210938204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/2009/09/bitch-mode.html' title='Bitch Mode'/><author><name>momikristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17093207300596675399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SDgdS61diwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jgpWc8KwcPY/S220/glamour.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SrKcX6muFcI/AAAAAAAAAR4/9HcdYDF2bq8/s72-c/bitch_on_board.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915390075536962194.post-252734752089736025</id><published>2009-07-19T02:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T02:45:09.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Past is Past</title><content type='html'>I thought it's easier to set aside the hurts and bitterness that once ruined me as a person. I could honestly say that I've already forgiven him, but whenever I think of the things he did that almost destroyed me as a woman, I could still feel that little pinched in my heart, a little pain, a little anger, but I know in time... hopefully I will be healed totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as of the moment, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I like the new me&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;very steady, very relax, no more tears, no more sleepless night&lt;/span&gt;s... I want to keep this smile, I want to keep this confidence, I want to keep this love for myself... I want to keep this excitement in pursuing what I really want and aiming high for myself and for my kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God had seen what I've been through, so at this time, I know that He's the only One I have on this journey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God I was able to pick up the pieces of myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I Care by Rachelle Ann Go&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915390075536962194-252734752089736025?l=momikristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/feeds/252734752089736025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915390075536962194&amp;postID=252734752089736025&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/252734752089736025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/252734752089736025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/2009/07/past-is-past.html' title='Past is Past'/><author><name>momikristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17093207300596675399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SDgdS61diwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jgpWc8KwcPY/S220/glamour.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915390075536962194.post-9214996366387673404</id><published>2009-07-18T00:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T02:44:48.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn! I'm in LOVE!!!</title><content type='html'>Yeah! I'm in love and I don't want to admit it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been keeping this for a very long time now and I just want to keep it to myself... he knows, I know and we're cool in denying that we want to be together! I avoided him from the day I know that I have this fucking feeling and also because I want to focus on my studies but he caught me earlier and we talked about how we missed each other!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart haven't smiled since I started law school, but tonight she's jumping for joy! I know I shouldn't, but for once... can I do something which I feel is right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I remove my halo to be happy.. even for just tonight?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Steep by Nina&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915390075536962194-9214996366387673404?l=momikristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/feeds/9214996366387673404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915390075536962194&amp;postID=9214996366387673404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/9214996366387673404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/9214996366387673404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/2009/07/damn-im-in-love-and-i-just-dont-want-to.html' title='&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Damn! I&apos;m in LOVE!!!&lt;/span&gt;'/><author><name>momikristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17093207300596675399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SDgdS61diwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jgpWc8KwcPY/S220/glamour.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915390075536962194.post-7118259147731336351</id><published>2009-06-05T23:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T23:38:01.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't do anything</title><content type='html'>I don't know if there's really something wrong with me because no matter how I tried to polish this relationship, it's really not working anymore. I am sooo tired! My heart and my soul are tired waiting that he will love me the way he used to love me. I do want this family so much but their dad is just so distant, I tried to be sweet to him in public, but he always avoid me to be near to him, he's been avoiding my touch... my kiss, my sweetness and that hurts me so much! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not demanding anything from him, I don't even ask his whereabouts, but it's really painful that we're just destroying each other's own happiness by being together... I just want this pain to go away, I've been dealing with this for almost a decade now. I'm not praying so hard for God to give me the stars and the moon, I just want my heart to rest from sadness and my eyes to rest from tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; listening to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;It's Over Now&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kyla &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915390075536962194-7118259147731336351?l=momikristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/feeds/7118259147731336351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915390075536962194&amp;postID=7118259147731336351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/7118259147731336351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/7118259147731336351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-cant-do-anything.html' title='I can&apos;t do anything'/><author><name>momikristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17093207300596675399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SDgdS61diwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jgpWc8KwcPY/S220/glamour.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915390075536962194.post-20460932467005961</id><published>2009-06-05T03:22:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T03:44:35.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>broken pieces</title><content type='html'>The most painful year of my life... &lt;br /&gt;got close to someone, then I walked away... &lt;br /&gt;got close again with someone, and I walked away...&lt;br /&gt;someone offered me something beautiful, however I walked away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hurting... but I understand my position right now and I respect their feelings that's why I don't want to take advantage of their vulnerability. And I know I'm not yet ready of anything as of the moment. God knows how much I love my kids but He also knows how much I wanted someone to take care of me at the end of a very stressful day, how much I needed someone to assure me that Falling in Love is beautiful, and being Happy is possible =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; listening to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Where Do broken Hearts Go&lt;/span&gt; by Whitney Houston&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915390075536962194-20460932467005961?l=momikristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/feeds/20460932467005961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915390075536962194&amp;postID=20460932467005961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/20460932467005961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/20460932467005961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/2009/06/broken-pieces.html' title='broken pieces'/><author><name>momikristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17093207300596675399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SDgdS61diwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jgpWc8KwcPY/S220/glamour.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915390075536962194.post-6255689161159501997</id><published>2009-06-05T02:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T03:22:43.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my 28</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/Sige9sxJ06I/AAAAAAAAARw/Q26dcf9IAdE/s1600-h/Birthday5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/Sige9sxJ06I/AAAAAAAAARw/Q26dcf9IAdE/s320/Birthday5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343555003213271970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to ME!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915390075536962194-6255689161159501997?l=momikristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/feeds/6255689161159501997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915390075536962194&amp;postID=6255689161159501997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/6255689161159501997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/6255689161159501997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-28.html' title='my 28'/><author><name>momikristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17093207300596675399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SDgdS61diwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jgpWc8KwcPY/S220/glamour.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/Sige9sxJ06I/AAAAAAAAARw/Q26dcf9IAdE/s72-c/Birthday5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915390075536962194.post-951661407127328323</id><published>2009-05-22T02:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T02:20:21.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/ShWalmMrTfI/AAAAAAAAARo/LI0HzfUx3uQ/s1600-h/one-year-old.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/ShWalmMrTfI/AAAAAAAAARo/LI0HzfUx3uQ/s320/one-year-old.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338342904017145330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yikes! I missed to greet my baby on the exact day when I introduced her to world, sorry Sweetie, Momi has been very busy... But it's better late than never!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Happy Birthday to my ever dearest Partly Hidden!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More years to come =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915390075536962194-951661407127328323?l=momikristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/feeds/951661407127328323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915390075536962194&amp;postID=951661407127328323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/951661407127328323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/951661407127328323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-1st-birthday-my-dear-blog.html' title='1st year'/><author><name>momikristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17093207300596675399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SDgdS61diwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jgpWc8KwcPY/S220/glamour.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/ShWalmMrTfI/AAAAAAAAARo/LI0HzfUx3uQ/s72-c/one-year-old.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915390075536962194.post-8101916414363945000</id><published>2009-05-22T01:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T02:09:06.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>getting tougher</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/ShWYnV8FXWI/AAAAAAAAARg/Yb6D67xSXUM/s1600-h/portrait-4-lauren-hanson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 187px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/ShWYnV8FXWI/AAAAAAAAARg/Yb6D67xSXUM/s200/portrait-4-lauren-hanson.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338340734989065570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need to loosen up a bit, but my mind and my heart are very uncooperative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each day is getting tougher, and as much as I want to control everything, there are few things that are beyond my capacity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been dealing with stress since I gave in to my mom's request to marry the man who's personality is the exact opposite of mine. I tried to work things out, but sometimes I'm just too tired to understand what he really wants! And no matter how much I tried to ignore that I needed someone to take care of me, my helpless soul is shouting for attention and care...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I have to be much tougher than who I am now, since i'll be back in school next month, and that means more stress, more pain, more challenge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just hoping and praying that God will give me back my Halo =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915390075536962194-8101916414363945000?l=momikristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/feeds/8101916414363945000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915390075536962194&amp;postID=8101916414363945000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/8101916414363945000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/8101916414363945000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/2009/05/getting-tougher.html' title='getting tougher'/><author><name>momikristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17093207300596675399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SDgdS61diwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jgpWc8KwcPY/S220/glamour.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/ShWYnV8FXWI/AAAAAAAAARg/Yb6D67xSXUM/s72-c/portrait-4-lauren-hanson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915390075536962194.post-4906542487886208243</id><published>2009-04-21T17:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T02:11:50.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IM BACK</title><content type='html'>Whoa! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't realize that it's been 3 months since my last entry and time flies really fast... met new people, been into different places, tried some of the restos in town, encountered a LOT of trouble, and had experienced "bembang" sessions from time to time, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no matter how many people tried to see me in a different way, I'm still ME... and it's very simple to describe... just Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wohooo!!! I miss blogging!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More entries to come&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915390075536962194-4906542487886208243?l=momikristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/feeds/4906542487886208243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915390075536962194&amp;postID=4906542487886208243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/4906542487886208243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/4906542487886208243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-back.html' title='IM BACK'/><author><name>momikristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17093207300596675399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SDgdS61diwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jgpWc8KwcPY/S220/glamour.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915390075536962194.post-8957737342253947796</id><published>2009-01-05T02:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T03:01:34.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Cristina ~</title><content type='html'>This is soooo ME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" style="margin-left:auto;margin-right:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" style="background-color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;color:#000000;font-size:14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Original and Innovative&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/name.gif" height="100" width="100" alt="name.gif"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very open. You communicate well, and you connect with other people easily.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a naturally creative person. Ideas just flow from your mind.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A true chameleon, you are many things at different points in your life. You are very adaptable.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are wild, crazy, and a huge rebel. You're always up to something.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a ton of energy, and most people can't handle you. You're very intense.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You definitely are a handful, and you're likely to get in trouble. But your kind of trouble is a lot of fun.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the total package - suave, sexy, smart, and strong.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the whole world under your spell, and you can influence almost everyone you know.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't always resist your urges to crush the weak. Just remember, they don't have as much going for them as you do.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a seeker. You often find yourself restless - and you have a lot of questions about life.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to travel often, to fairly random locations. You're most comfortable when you're far away from home.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are quite passionate and easily tempted. Your impulses sometimes get you into trouble.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very intuitive and wise. You understand the world better than most people.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You also have a very active imagination. You often get carried away with your thoughts.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are prone to a little paranoia and jealousy. You sometimes go overboard in interpreting signals.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the classic "Type A" personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/"&gt;What's Your Name's Hidden Meaning?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66B5FF;"&gt;thinkin of' "This is Me by Demi Lovato" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915390075536962194-8957737342253947796?l=momikristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/feeds/8957737342253947796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915390075536962194&amp;postID=8957737342253947796&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/8957737342253947796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/8957737342253947796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/2009/01/cristina.html' title='~ Cristina ~'/><author><name>momikristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17093207300596675399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SDgdS61diwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jgpWc8KwcPY/S220/glamour.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915390075536962194.post-7430525331514474141</id><published>2009-01-03T18:46:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T02:23:38.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcoming the New Year</title><content type='html'>Many have been asking of my New Year's Resolution for this year, but what's funny is I never made any New Year's Resolution even when I was a kid, for one main reason I don't believe in forcing myself to do something then will feel sorry if I failed to stick on the promises in the list. I do believe that &lt;em&gt;if you can make it, then fine.. if you can't then move on&lt;/em&gt;...it's your life anyway =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for the sake of fun, I thought of making my New Year's Resolution for this year, and here how it goes...&lt;br /&gt;1. less work, more rest &lt;br /&gt;2. be more organized and I need more patience (parang awa nyo na)&lt;br /&gt;3. need to save more for the kids' education&lt;br /&gt;4. more fun with my family, that means more steamy moments with my husband wahahaha&lt;br /&gt;5. no more boy-toys (&lt;em&gt;meaning I have to be more suplada na by this time, no dinner date, no coffee no chats, no emails etc etc)&lt;/em&gt; Actually, I was able to fulfill this one even before Chrsitmas of 08 as some of the boys asked to treat me out, but I did not make any reply for no reason at all. Well I will really try my very best to behave this year =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I did not include any plans on buying expensive stuff or traveling in my list because I don't find them neccessary, as I'm more excited on the little hope that I can see on getting my family fixed, sana nga magbago na cia. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God may have His own reasons, why sometimes He doesn't grant me some of the wishes that I really want, but on the other hand, He blessed me with little things that He thinks I deserved to have... and with that, I am more grateful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may have hurt a thousand times by the man I chose to love, but the thing is I cannot leave him as he's the reason why I have adorable kids and why I became tougher and stronger as a woman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is really good, with the spice of few mistakes and errors along the way... life is getting better and better and better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66B5FF;"&gt;thinkin of' "Big Yellow Taxi by Sarah McLachlan" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915390075536962194-7430525331514474141?l=momikristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/feeds/7430525331514474141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915390075536962194&amp;postID=7430525331514474141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/7430525331514474141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/7430525331514474141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/2009/01/welcoming-new-year.html' title='Welcoming the New Year'/><author><name>momikristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17093207300596675399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SDgdS61diwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jgpWc8KwcPY/S220/glamour.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915390075536962194.post-3801069568745987563</id><published>2008-12-31T13:49:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T14:32:29.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye 2008. Hello 2009.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SVsO22GBQ7I/AAAAAAAAAPk/YuxLXsoQ_oE/s1600-h/happy-new-year-wallpaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SVsO22GBQ7I/AAAAAAAAAPk/YuxLXsoQ_oE/s320/happy-new-year-wallpaper.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285834923045897138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My 2008 was like a kiss from a good-looking stranger.. very sweet but afterwards, you just want to forget everything that had happened so not to spoil the moment...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Many memories will be cherished, but few will be forgotten. I will always be thankful to the experiences, mistakes and learnings that taught me how the world works and how I can adapt to change. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What's good about 2008 was I learned how interesting woman Kristin is. that's why I am more excited to welcome 2009 as I now know, what and who's my priority in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess... I'm back on the race ;p&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cheers!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915390075536962194-3801069568745987563?l=momikristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/feeds/3801069568745987563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915390075536962194&amp;postID=3801069568745987563&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/3801069568745987563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/3801069568745987563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/2008/12/goodbye-2008-hello-2009.html' title='Goodbye 2008. Hello 2009.'/><author><name>momikristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17093207300596675399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SDgdS61diwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jgpWc8KwcPY/S220/glamour.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SVsO22GBQ7I/AAAAAAAAAPk/YuxLXsoQ_oE/s72-c/happy-new-year-wallpaper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915390075536962194.post-5603944571838219964</id><published>2008-12-29T15:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T15:49:34.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving On 001</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;“Love is like grass. If you fall on it, it may leave a stain and some temporary pain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you’ll get over the pain, it will eventually stop hurting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now maybe the stain ruined your favorite pair of jeans, or maybe it was nothing special that was ruined, but either way the stain remains there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with time, it will begin to fade, but it will always be there, a permanent reminder that you, too, once fell.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915390075536962194-5603944571838219964?l=momikristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/feeds/5603944571838219964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915390075536962194&amp;postID=5603944571838219964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/5603944571838219964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/5603944571838219964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/2008/12/moving-on-001.html' title='Moving On 001'/><author><name>momikristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17093207300596675399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SDgdS61diwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jgpWc8KwcPY/S220/glamour.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915390075536962194.post-975256642548076884</id><published>2008-12-22T19:13:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T19:31:55.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams are made for children</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Was arguing with him about my very weird dream last night which is I'm kissing him in Africa...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sulit: wait... I had a question myself a while ago&lt;br /&gt;Matti: huh? what?&lt;br /&gt;Sulit: your dream&lt;br /&gt;Sulit: the kiss&lt;br /&gt;Sulit: was it just a kiss?&lt;br /&gt;Matti: yeah! a kiss that was lasted for 2 mins I think...&lt;br /&gt;Sulit: ok. yun lnag. thanks!&lt;br /&gt;Matti: hahaha! why?&lt;br /&gt;Sulit: why what?&lt;br /&gt;Matti: why do u want to know if that was just a kiss?&lt;br /&gt;Matti: hmmm u wanted to kiss me siguro before noh??&lt;br /&gt;Sulit: hehehe... well, now that you mentioned it...&lt;br /&gt;Sulit: I do remember...&lt;br /&gt;Sulit: feeling...&lt;br /&gt;Sulit: that...&lt;br /&gt;Sulit: you wanted to kiss me before&lt;br /&gt;Matti: hahaha! can't remember... sounds like that u do wanted to kiss me before noh??? hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Matti: speechless ang mama!!&lt;br /&gt;Sulit: Hahaha! I'm not the one who is dreaming about it&lt;br /&gt;Matti: weh! so its true nga that you wanted to kiss me before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hide Recent Messages (F3)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sulit: I got a meeting&lt;br /&gt;Sulit: but when I thought you were single.. I wanted to kiss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I just have to satisfy myself that dreams are only for children and not for grown ups who are trying to fix a family... Some may think that dreams are suppressed desires but for me a dream is just a plain event that happens when you're tired and stressed out! ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He may be right for always blaming me why I have married for the wrong reasons as we have a lot of things in common and might have shared happy things together if we'll give it a shot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But honestly, he's not the only interesting guy who said those things to me lately, and it's kinda hard as I'm not into something right now but I need some people who may help me to bring back the pieces of myself again... and at this point, men are all over my world! Urgh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66B5FF;"&gt;thinkin of' "Sway" by Pussy Cat Dolls&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915390075536962194-975256642548076884?l=momikristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/feeds/975256642548076884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915390075536962194&amp;postID=975256642548076884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/975256642548076884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/975256642548076884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/2008/12/dreams-are-made-for-children.html' title='Dreams are made for children'/><author><name>momikristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17093207300596675399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SDgdS61diwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jgpWc8KwcPY/S220/glamour.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915390075536962194.post-5188568139384370530</id><published>2008-12-15T18:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T21:40:19.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally... it's over</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SUY40r8ZXzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/Mij4M0I0hQo/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SUY40r8ZXzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/Mij4M0I0hQo/s200/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279970090938883890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Relationships are like glass. Sometimes it’s better to leave them broken than try to hurt yourself putting it back together."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was a huge realization of my life, after I got tired of crying and calming myself... I realized that I'm just hurting myself by giving everything I have and doing everything I can to someone who cannot even respect me as a woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this battle won't be easy when I decided to just give up this marriage, yea! just give it up because it's useless, it's tiring and it's killing me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I want to try to understand his grumpiness, still I cannot find the reason why he's always mean to me but not with other people... he's always mad at me as if he doesn't want to see me around, and the way he treats me (i'm like one of the helpers), and the way he speaks to me (he's always shouting though I'm only 3 feet away). I just cannot figure it out why of all the people, it's me whom he loves to HURT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me... who always prepares his food and his things&lt;br /&gt;Me... who always attends to his needs&lt;br /&gt;Me... who only listens to him until 3am (even if I have work at 6am)&lt;br /&gt;Me... who always have time if he asks me to do the errands or if he asks me to go to Cubao at 4pm (even if I'm pregnant)&lt;br /&gt;Me... who cleans his shoes and keeps his cabinets neat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess, my heart is right in telling me that I should better stop loving my husband who never introduced me as his wife to his friends and colleagues!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess my mind is right, in telling me that I should give my heart a much needed rest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I guess my soul is right when I realized that It's over! No matter how many answers or signs I'd ask from above, this marriage is really over! So I should better stop dreaming and have to move on now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I logged in, I already packed my things... I know God will help me in this battle, I know it won't be easy but I'm prepared to face the challenge... I just want to finish the race fair and square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my tears begin to fall when I thought of leaving my kids for a while... but I have to be tough for them... I know we'll be together soon, I just have to find a new place as I try to tape my broken me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66B5FF;"&gt;thinkin of' "I'm So Lonesome I Could Cry by Hank Williams&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915390075536962194-5188568139384370530?l=momikristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/feeds/5188568139384370530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915390075536962194&amp;postID=5188568139384370530&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/5188568139384370530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/5188568139384370530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/2008/12/finally-its-over.html' title='finally... it&apos;s over'/><author><name>momikristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17093207300596675399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SDgdS61diwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jgpWc8KwcPY/S220/glamour.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SUY40r8ZXzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/Mij4M0I0hQo/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915390075536962194.post-9220401265464533645</id><published>2008-12-09T15:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T19:33:00.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forbidden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SVIdMJUvB_I/AAAAAAAAAPc/fkfbFdSF9_g/s1600-h/93E7ECAIMRXO6CACNBHV4CAL1JCC8CA2PB8TGCAB5YH02CA68ICAQCAN1395MCAJ2KJLUCABBUKRDCAMEWEB9CASAUT6TCAD3QXPSCASJTHY5CA2K5OTHCAZKQY9TCAGZ6XD6CAUAYQ8JCAG4YZUT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 104px; height: 135px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SVIdMJUvB_I/AAAAAAAAAPc/fkfbFdSF9_g/s200/93E7ECAIMRXO6CACNBHV4CAL1JCC8CA2PB8TGCAB5YH02CA68ICAQCAN1395MCAJ2KJLUCABBUKRDCAMEWEB9CASAUT6TCAD3QXPSCASJTHY5CA2K5OTHCAZKQY9TCAGZ6XD6CAUAYQ8JCAG4YZUT.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283317407357536242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why it is so damn hard for them to understand &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that I'm not pretty! &lt;br /&gt;that I'm not sexy!&lt;br /&gt;that I'm not amazing!&lt;br /&gt;that I'm not interesting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that I am married and have kids!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;that how I wish they will just leave me alone!&lt;br /&gt;and stop giving me the importance that I need!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66B5FF;"&gt;thinkin of' "Oh Lord, won't You buy me a Merceds Benz by Janis Joplin" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915390075536962194-9220401265464533645?l=momikristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/feeds/9220401265464533645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915390075536962194&amp;postID=9220401265464533645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/9220401265464533645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/9220401265464533645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/2008/12/forbidden.html' title='Forbidden'/><author><name>momikristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17093207300596675399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SDgdS61diwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jgpWc8KwcPY/S220/glamour.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SVIdMJUvB_I/AAAAAAAAAPc/fkfbFdSF9_g/s72-c/93E7ECAIMRXO6CACNBHV4CAL1JCC8CA2PB8TGCAB5YH02CA68ICAQCAN1395MCAJ2KJLUCABBUKRDCAMEWEB9CASAUT6TCAD3QXPSCASJTHY5CA2K5OTHCAZKQY9TCAGZ6XD6CAUAYQ8JCAG4YZUT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915390075536962194.post-2339960619598353280</id><published>2008-12-03T17:47:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:23:31.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>touching each other's skin =)</title><content type='html'>The past few weeks were very messy as I was assigned to do a lot of things beyond my capacity, but then I have no choice but to swallow my saliva, close my eyes and begin the show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what makes it more depressing was at the end of the day, it's only me and my computer... me and my blog, as this site is the only thing who listens to my sentiments how tiring life really is and how sad to be alone at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After checking and replying to some emails, I logged in to YM and had few chats with friends and strangers. I was relaxed a bit until &lt;em&gt;karate kid&lt;/em&gt; logged in and completed my night with a good laugh (not a smile ha but a laugh). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Karate Kid&lt;/em&gt; is indeed a very funny guy and him moving to Ghana makes me feel a little bit sad as we won't have the chance to hang out anymore. But then, thank God for the Internet as we still can catch up kahit sa YM na lang =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;karate kid:&lt;/em&gt; ... wasnt it you that said all jokes are half meant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;laundry girl:&lt;/em&gt; why didn't you take up law, you're very good in reasoning out, u have won a lot of cases kung naging lawyer ka!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;karate kid:&lt;/em&gt; well, if you'd care to know, I was pleasantly surprised when you first showed up at my doorstep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;laundry girl:&lt;/em&gt; what do u mean surprised? why? may muta ba ako when we first met? sorry I didn't notice. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;karate kid: &lt;/em&gt;pleasantly nga eh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;laundry girl:&lt;/em&gt; naniniguro lang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;karate kid: &lt;/em&gt;slow mo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;laundry girl:&lt;/em&gt; hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;laundry girl:&lt;/em&gt; eh kse naman positive and negative sau wlang pagkakaiba! hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;laundry girl:&lt;/em&gt;and then... continue..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;karate kid:&lt;/em&gt; you're such an ego tripper!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;laundry girl:&lt;/em&gt; hahaha! me??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;karate kid:&lt;/em&gt; yes you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;karate kid:&lt;/em&gt; hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;laundry girl: &lt;/em&gt;well, you started it... i just want to know the reason... bout ur statement.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;karate kid:&lt;/em&gt; hahaha... do I really have to spell it out for you? I thought you were smart enough to figure that out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;laundry girl:&lt;/em&gt; im not in the mood to use my brain at this time, am really tired!! pfft!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;karate kid:&lt;/em&gt; hahaha! you just gave a up a few IQ points for this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;karate kid:&lt;/em&gt; well, if you have to know... I thought you were cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Matti: &lt;/em&gt; hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;laundry girl:&lt;/em&gt; well when i first saw you ... i was surprised too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;laundry girl:&lt;/em&gt; at that time you look like geoff eigenmann&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;karate kid:&lt;/em&gt; hahaha! that guy is tisoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;karate kid:&lt;/em&gt; I'm not tisoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;karate kid:&lt;/em&gt; hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;karate kid:&lt;/em&gt; well, like I said, too bad both of us werent available then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;laundry girl:&lt;/em&gt; yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;laundry girl: &lt;/em&gt;too bad! BOOH!hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Matti:&lt;/em&gt; but well looks like u got a good catch naman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Matti:&lt;/em&gt; ur new girl looks  mabait naman and she's cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;karate kid:&lt;/em&gt; yeah. she's great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;karate kid:&lt;/em&gt; wanna know something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;laundry girl:&lt;/em&gt; hmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;karate kid&lt;/em&gt;: back then... when you were still coming over... I was curious on how your skin would feel against mine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;laundry girl:&lt;/em&gt; HA!HA!HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;laundry girl:&lt;/em&gt; sira ulo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;karate kid:&lt;/em&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;karate kid:&lt;/em&gt; but then again, we werent available. so thats that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;laundry girl: &lt;/em&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;laundry girl:&lt;/em&gt; sobra natawa ako dun!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;laundry girl: &lt;/em&gt;hey have to go wla na sa mood utak ko eh, i processed a lot of paperworks today... really tired today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;karate kid:&lt;/em&gt; hmmm nasa anong mood na utak mo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;laundry girl:&lt;/em&gt; hahaha this is fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;laundry girl:&lt;/em&gt; kung ikaw kausap ko... uhmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;laundry girl:&lt;/em&gt; never mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;laundry girl:&lt;/em&gt; hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;laundry girl:&lt;/em&gt; magugulo lang mga moods natin hahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;karate kid: &lt;/em&gt;hehehe, yeah having you around is really fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;karate kid: &lt;/em&gt; ok talk to you later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;karate kid: &lt;/em&gt;ayt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;karate kid: &lt;/em&gt; bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;laundry girl: &lt;/em&gt;bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(*karate kid is also the doctor who inteviewed me for a job in my previous post)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66B5FF;"&gt;thinkin of' "Here with Me" by Michelle Branch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915390075536962194-2339960619598353280?l=momikristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/feeds/2339960619598353280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915390075536962194&amp;postID=2339960619598353280&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/2339960619598353280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/2339960619598353280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/2008/12/past-few-weeks-were-very-messy-as-i-was.html' title='touching each other&apos;s skin =)'/><author><name>momikristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17093207300596675399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SDgdS61diwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jgpWc8KwcPY/S220/glamour.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915390075536962194.post-8577895274221870794</id><published>2008-11-28T22:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T23:16:30.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my new Baby</title><content type='html'>It's not yet December, but Santa has been very good to me as he granted one of my wishes... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa!!! &lt;br /&gt;I got a new phone!!!&lt;br /&gt;The phone that I really wanted, classic and elegant! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa!!! I love it!!! I so so love it!!!&lt;br /&gt;and Thank you very much to my sponsor!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/STAHqZXB6wI/AAAAAAAAAPM/1n0vQjqV6c8/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/STAHqZXB6wI/AAAAAAAAAPM/1n0vQjqV6c8/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273723588594232066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess this is my price for being a good girl hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66B5FF;"&gt;thinkin of' "Going All the Way" by Perry Farrel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915390075536962194-8577895274221870794?l=momikristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/feeds/8577895274221870794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915390075536962194&amp;postID=8577895274221870794&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/8577895274221870794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/8577895274221870794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-not-yet-december-but-santa-has-been.html' title='my new Baby'/><author><name>momikristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17093207300596675399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SDgdS61diwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jgpWc8KwcPY/S220/glamour.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/STAHqZXB6wI/AAAAAAAAAPM/1n0vQjqV6c8/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915390075536962194.post-4672691330084182407</id><published>2008-11-26T12:35:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T13:11:02.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>missing Mum</title><content type='html'>I haven't visited mum's place for a few months now as me always on the go and always busy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was on a travel, mum was bragging about her Christmas decorations all over her place, so I asked her to send me some pics, and whoa! was surprised when I saw how she filled the whole house with different colors of Christmas lights. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh!!! I suddenly missed the atmosphere of being with her... I surprisingly missed staying at her place... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaay! How I wish I can take a break and stay with my mum even for a couple of days, so I can watch the Christmas lights at night, while drinking my favorite hot chocolate... then will just sleep the whole day then will eat tons of m and m's and butterfingers!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess, at this moment when everything seems impossible to happen, I'll just look at her pictures so I can feel the excitement that Christmas brings to kids (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;and trying hard to be a kid&lt;/span&gt;) like me =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SSzTGaF089I/AAAAAAAAAO8/Khm40id1TFw/s1600-h/lola%27s+house2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SSzTGaF089I/AAAAAAAAAO8/Khm40id1TFw/s320/lola%27s+house2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272821370780447698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SSzSzSrhelI/AAAAAAAAAO0/eHGWeR1Z-08/s1600-h/lola%27s+house.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SSzSzSrhelI/AAAAAAAAAO0/eHGWeR1Z-08/s320/lola%27s+house.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272821042373556818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SSzTlMA4AEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/yLw5G5L5gAY/s1600-h/DSC03903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SSzTlMA4AEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/yLw5G5L5gAY/s320/DSC03903.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272821899577524290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66B5FF;"&gt;thinkin of' "I'm not Over" by Carolina Liar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915390075536962194-4672691330084182407?l=momikristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/feeds/4672691330084182407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915390075536962194&amp;postID=4672691330084182407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/4672691330084182407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/4672691330084182407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/2008/11/missing-mum.html' title='missing Mum'/><author><name>momikristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17093207300596675399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SDgdS61diwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jgpWc8KwcPY/S220/glamour.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SSzTGaF089I/AAAAAAAAAO8/Khm40id1TFw/s72-c/lola%27s+house2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915390075536962194.post-2203447682769362887</id><published>2008-11-24T18:29:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T13:26:43.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one night of glamour and fun!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SSqCNTmxryI/AAAAAAAAAOU/obAG3aCECAw/s1600-h/me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 167px; height: 163px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SSqCNTmxryI/AAAAAAAAAOU/obAG3aCECAw/s320/me.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272169478903410466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SSqFlOQia6I/AAAAAAAAAOs/hD1pEJ60w7E/s1600-h/me4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 139px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SSqFlOQia6I/AAAAAAAAAOs/hD1pEJ60w7E/s200/me4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272173188319701922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SSqDvqJ0A_I/AAAAAAAAAOc/tCBvhgGDhzo/s1600-h/me2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 157px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SSqDvqJ0A_I/AAAAAAAAAOc/tCBvhgGDhzo/s320/me2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272171168583123954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SSqEm9A8mPI/AAAAAAAAAOk/eLbFVBu0KT8/s1600-h/me3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 143px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SSqEm9A8mPI/AAAAAAAAAOk/eLbFVBu0KT8/s200/me3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272172118539016434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66B5FF;"&gt;thinkin of' "Disturbia" by Rihanna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915390075536962194-2203447682769362887?l=momikristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/feeds/2203447682769362887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915390075536962194&amp;postID=2203447682769362887&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/2203447682769362887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/2203447682769362887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/2008/11/one-night-of-glamour-and-fun.html' title='one night of glamour and fun!!!'/><author><name>momikristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17093207300596675399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SDgdS61diwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jgpWc8KwcPY/S220/glamour.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SSqCNTmxryI/AAAAAAAAAOU/obAG3aCECAw/s72-c/me.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915390075536962194.post-2920692212517338765</id><published>2008-11-24T18:03:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T18:26:46.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Painful</title><content type='html'>Wohoo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since the last time I hang out here, Urgh! been very busy with so many things, my laundry's new branch will be opened this week, tons of work in the office, raising 4 chipmnuks and healing my broken-heart (again).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing I am sick today as I got the chance to log in and pour out what's making me so sad (and sick). But then when I started to look at their pictures (again), I changed my mind and have decided to keep everything na lang to myself and let the pain be healed in His time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as I know, I've tried everything to make this marriage work, I know I've been a good wife even if I was badly hurt several times, pero siguro hindi talaga ako importante sa kanya so what's the use of crying eh he's having fun naman without my knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the jealous type and I'm not also dudera but seeing pics of him and his ex together, without my knowledge is a different story, he should have advised me prior to their get together.. and no big deal at all but then, I don't have any idea so the pics that I accidentally saw in this PC was a huge surprise.. well, maybe he forgot that I'm his wife!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck! I just hate this feeling, I just hate being taken for granted!!! I just want to stop these tears from falling in my eyes!!! I just want to forget those pictures!!! I just want to move on and forget this day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope tomorrow will be different...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66B5FF;"&gt;thinkin' of "In the Arms of an Angel" by Sarah McLachlan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915390075536962194-2920692212517338765?l=momikristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/feeds/2920692212517338765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915390075536962194&amp;postID=2920692212517338765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/2920692212517338765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/2920692212517338765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/2008/11/painful.html' title='Painful'/><author><name>momikristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17093207300596675399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SDgdS61diwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jgpWc8KwcPY/S220/glamour.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915390075536962194.post-1911500579081871217</id><published>2008-10-23T19:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T19:16:58.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bamboo sang Himala</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;see more of this post at...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mcmdagudag.multiply.com/journal/item/17/BAMBOO_sang_HIMALA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://mcmdagudag.multiply.com/journal/item/17/BAMBOO_sang_HIMALA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915390075536962194-1911500579081871217?l=momikristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/feeds/1911500579081871217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915390075536962194&amp;postID=1911500579081871217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/1911500579081871217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/1911500579081871217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/2008/10/bamboo-sang-himala.html' title='Bamboo sang Himala'/><author><name>momikristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17093207300596675399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SDgdS61diwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jgpWc8KwcPY/S220/glamour.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915390075536962194.post-5742512909351248381</id><published>2008-10-23T18:46:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T19:02:56.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tic-tac and Dee-gee</title><content type='html'>Tic-tac and Dee-gee met last Saturday and had a very sumptuous dinner at &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Zhu &lt;/span&gt;at 32nd &amp; 5th Bldg in Bonifacio Global City. After the pig out, they decided to watch a movie, both agreed to watch &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Tropic Thunder &lt;/span&gt;for a good laugh on a Saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dee-gee wanted to go home after that crazy movie as she's already tired and a little bit sleepy, but Tic-Tac got hungry and wanted to eat (again), so both went to&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; Krispy Kreme&lt;/span&gt; at Bonifacio High Street and continue their very interesting conversation about live, career, plans and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;...I know that this is a good start of a lifetime friendship...&lt;/span&gt; ~Tic-tac commented~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;...I hope so...&lt;/span&gt; ~Dee-gee replied~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66B5FF;"&gt;thinkin of' "Look Away" by Chicago&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915390075536962194-5742512909351248381?l=momikristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/feeds/5742512909351248381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915390075536962194&amp;postID=5742512909351248381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/5742512909351248381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/5742512909351248381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/2008/10/tic-tac-and-dee-gee.html' title='Tic-tac and Dee-gee'/><author><name>momikristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17093207300596675399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SDgdS61diwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jgpWc8KwcPY/S220/glamour.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915390075536962194.post-5142978323297574560</id><published>2008-10-06T21:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T22:25:02.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my October</title><content type='html'>Mom was right when she said that &lt;em&gt;"there is a rainbow after the rain..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After few months of battling with &lt;em&gt;Post-Partum Depression&lt;/em&gt;, looks like the prayers of my family and close friends have been answered. (wow! lakas talaga nila kay Lord!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been more than two weeks now that I consistently feel good about myself every time I wake up and even if I only had 3 hours of sleep or worst no sleep at all, I'm still cool and I don't get irritated easily. And in addition to that, there are no tears on my pillow, only a morning smile reflecting on my bathroom mirror. That is what my therapy and counseling is all about, for me to learn how to control my emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday, I'm still swamped with a lot-of-do things and clutter is still everywhere, but I don't feel the heaviness in my nerves anymore, though I still feel a little bit stressed out once in a while but not to the extend that I wanted to throw up again or like I feel that I'm getting sick because mental strain is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like &lt;em&gt;'miss- cool-under-pressure'&lt;/em&gt; is back. I haven't told my folks the good news yet, but I know they will be very happy of my improvement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the good things would not be possible without the help of my kids who always bug me whenever they see that I'm so serious on what I'm doing. Either my son will crack a joke out of nowhere or my little Bea will sit on my lap as she mimics every movement of my eyes, my mouth, my eyebrow and will suddenly burst into laughter. Yeah! My kids love to make fun of me... crazy little creatures, but they are so amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, to my friends who always check on me 24/7, they never failed to share their time whenever they feel that I'm about to break down again. They've been with me without asking when this craziness will end... and they never begged for me to move on... all they did was to listen and pray for me. That's why I'm pretty sure that they will call for a celebration once they realized that I no longer bug them at the middle of the night for a cup of coffee hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to myself, for enjoying the pain for a little while until it hurts no more, for letting the tears flow and then give myself a tap on the back once I got tired of crying. What I've been through was really tough, but because of my love for myself and for the people around me, I was determined to let go of the pain little by little and try to make my stay in this world worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, to my Creator for bringing back my HaLo... and for giving me one more chance to know my mission in this world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Things are getting better... when I learned how to whisper to Him how much I needed Him in my life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66B5FF;"&gt;thinkin of' "Saving Room by John Legend"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915390075536962194-5142978323297574560?l=momikristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/feeds/5142978323297574560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915390075536962194&amp;postID=5142978323297574560&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/5142978323297574560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/5142978323297574560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-october.html' title='my October'/><author><name>momikristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17093207300596675399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SDgdS61diwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jgpWc8KwcPY/S220/glamour.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915390075536962194.post-1454000764043936200</id><published>2008-10-06T21:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T22:24:22.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one lazy afternoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SOoVp2wLpQI/AAAAAAAAAN4/MSJx18atQ9k/s1600-h/One+lazy+aftrnoon-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SOoVp2wLpQI/AAAAAAAAAN4/MSJx18atQ9k/s200/One+lazy+aftrnoon-001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254035724097529090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Haaay.. I do look old na talaga!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66B5FF;"&gt;thinkin of' "(I've Had) the Time of My Life by Bill Medley and Jennifer Warnes"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915390075536962194-1454000764043936200?l=momikristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/feeds/1454000764043936200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915390075536962194&amp;postID=1454000764043936200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/1454000764043936200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/1454000764043936200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-lazy-afternoon.html' title='one lazy afternoon'/><author><name>momikristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17093207300596675399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SDgdS61diwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jgpWc8KwcPY/S220/glamour.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SOoVp2wLpQI/AAAAAAAAAN4/MSJx18atQ9k/s72-c/One+lazy+aftrnoon-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915390075536962194.post-4269282176588078896</id><published>2008-10-02T02:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T22:23:41.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>copy-cat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SOPEV1-Ol9I/AAAAAAAAANo/96S30YegU0s/s1600-h/manga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SOPEV1-Ol9I/AAAAAAAAANo/96S30YegU0s/s320/manga.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252257469988509650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is it!!! &lt;br /&gt;My own version of what is 'uso' today the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'manga' &lt;/span&gt;version of myself hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 friends agreed that some of my pics look like the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'manga-version'&lt;/span&gt; while 3 didn't think so and 1 doesn't care at all (ala kwenta, bigwasan kita dyan eh! hmp!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as far as my own eyes are concerned, hmmm... yeah! I look like her! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66B5FF;"&gt;thinkin of' "Come Back to Me by Janet Jackson"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915390075536962194-4269282176588078896?l=momikristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/feeds/4269282176588078896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915390075536962194&amp;postID=4269282176588078896&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/4269282176588078896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/4269282176588078896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/2008/10/copy-cat.html' title='copy-cat'/><author><name>momikristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17093207300596675399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SDgdS61diwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jgpWc8KwcPY/S220/glamour.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SOPEV1-Ol9I/AAAAAAAAANo/96S30YegU0s/s72-c/manga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915390075536962194.post-8140300278420630461</id><published>2008-09-28T23:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T22:23:02.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>miss Espresso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SN-gRkliCTI/AAAAAAAAANg/5UOX6Z3W-ZY/s1600-h/25092008451-002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SN-gRkliCTI/AAAAAAAAANg/5UOX6Z3W-ZY/s320/25092008451-002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251091914276604210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"make it extra HOT for me to WAKE UP!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66B5FF;"&gt;thinkin of' "Higher by Creed"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915390075536962194-8140300278420630461?l=momikristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/feeds/8140300278420630461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915390075536962194&amp;postID=8140300278420630461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/8140300278420630461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/8140300278420630461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/2008/09/miss-espresso.html' title='miss Espresso'/><author><name>momikristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17093207300596675399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SDgdS61diwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jgpWc8KwcPY/S220/glamour.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SN-gRkliCTI/AAAAAAAAANg/5UOX6Z3W-ZY/s72-c/25092008451-002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915390075536962194.post-919953917171033859</id><published>2008-09-17T18:02:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T22:21:53.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BiG things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;September &lt;/span&gt;is a very busy month for me. There are so many things that are happening in my life lately, but too little time to post all of them in my blog... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting a lot of different people, sharing dinner and hearty laugh with some bachelors (oops!) playing around, goofing around, Never-ending coffee and beer with friends, working out etc. etc. etc. I'm also back to reading a novel after 3 years and it feels so damn good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took pictures of some of the things that keep me busy, buti na lang I have &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Canon Powershot SD750&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SNDV3vGufOI/AAAAAAAAAMg/06Uzm6wn0mw/s1600-h/luau+cupcakes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SNDV3vGufOI/AAAAAAAAAMg/06Uzm6wn0mw/s320/luau+cupcakes.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246928719400828130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;09.04.08 `cute luau cupcakes for my little Bea when she celebrated her birthday`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SNDYoFo51SI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ddSNLX8vlJI/s1600-h/luau+cake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SNDYoFo51SI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ddSNLX8vlJI/s320/luau+cake.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246931749106734370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;09.04.08 `the luau cake`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SNDaYxUoetI/AAAAAAAAANI/q39yOPGa6FI/s1600-h/girl_studying.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SNDaYxUoetI/AAAAAAAAANI/q39yOPGa6FI/s320/girl_studying.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246933684978219730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;09.08.08 `starting to brush up for the upcoming deadly entrance exams for further studies`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SNDZhqxT2FI/AAAAAAAAANA/uWLzrfmBNok/s1600-h/971-8740-03-1++p+175+small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SNDZhqxT2FI/AAAAAAAAANA/uWLzrfmBNok/s320/971-8740-03-1++p+175+small.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246932738326648914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;09.08.08 `with the help of this`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SNDa1xBmUKI/AAAAAAAAANQ/qr3EG6cC3ps/s1600-h/iq_bot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SNDa1xBmUKI/AAAAAAAAANQ/qr3EG6cC3ps/s320/iq_bot.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246934183114592418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;09.10.08 `and thezzzee'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SNDcIgPSleI/AAAAAAAAANY/DXpUDzFnC7Y/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SNDcIgPSleI/AAAAAAAAANY/DXpUDzFnC7Y/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246935604537759202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;09.11.08 `and this!!!!`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SNDXFZqQj3I/AAAAAAAAAMo/-6NA_LpKi7U/s1600-h/the+book.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SNDXFZqQj3I/AAAAAAAAAMo/-6NA_LpKi7U/s320/the+book.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246930053674078066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;09.12.08 `helps me relaxes before going to sleep`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next month, I''m planning to buy a new swimsuit as the gang is planning to go to Pagudpud before the Holiday Season. My schedule is also booked with studying of gun-shooting and golf (thanks to my sponsor hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66B5FF;"&gt;thinkin of' "I'm Yours by Jason Mraz"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915390075536962194-919953917171033859?l=momikristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/feeds/919953917171033859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915390075536962194&amp;postID=919953917171033859&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/919953917171033859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/919953917171033859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/2008/09/random-thoughts.html' title='BiG things'/><author><name>momikristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17093207300596675399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SDgdS61diwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jgpWc8KwcPY/S220/glamour.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SNDV3vGufOI/AAAAAAAAAMg/06Uzm6wn0mw/s72-c/luau+cupcakes.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915390075536962194.post-3800952136906411135</id><published>2008-09-15T19:47:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T17:47:56.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>little by little</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I feel a lot better now, and it looks like that my depression is starting to subside, which is I guess a very good news since I've been working so damn hard to bring back my normal self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6728B2;"&gt;my bessy Anna &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;for always checking on me every night and for staying with me especially if my depression starts to attack again. I know that she's also busy dealing with her own issues, but she always finds time to be with me and help me to release all the hurts and worries taht I feel inside. And she never failed to send me the message "I love you girl" which helps me to feel that I'm indeed worthy to be loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6728B2;"&gt;my Neng &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;who checks on me during the day, as she always reminds me to log-on at&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;YM &lt;/span&gt;so she will know how am I at work. She's very good in giving advices and encouraging words to keep me going. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6728B2;"&gt;my new found friend Geeps&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;, for bringing back the glow in my heart by helping me to believe that the much powerful technique to overcome depression is to pray and allow God to work in my life. He has the right timing to make me laugh, when I'm about to cry, and he constantly reminds me that I'm a very wonderful person and that frowning will only make me ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that there will still be times that I will stumble and fall, but knowing that I have these people around who will check my sanity from time to time... I guess there is no reason for me not get up and walk again... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66B5FF;"&gt;thinkin of' "It's Over Now by Kyla"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915390075536962194-3800952136906411135?l=momikristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/feeds/3800952136906411135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915390075536962194&amp;postID=3800952136906411135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/3800952136906411135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/3800952136906411135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/2008/09/little-by-little.html' title='little by little'/><author><name>momikristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17093207300596675399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SDgdS61diwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jgpWc8KwcPY/S220/glamour.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915390075536962194.post-5615047976393161430</id><published>2008-09-09T00:05:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T07:12:57.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HS reunion</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;As majority of the population went to the Eraserheads Reunion Concert, HS buddies decided to also have a blast as celebration to the Natal Day of our very cute friend Brian..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SMVO6mPxHJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/8UBUDpz_mjI/s1600-h/IMG_3722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SMVO6mPxHJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/8UBUDpz_mjI/s320/IMG_3722.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243684109748870290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;the Bday Boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SMVNtOXGXrI/AAAAAAAAAMA/_99_x-e_SRc/s1600-h/IMG_3712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SMVNtOXGXrI/AAAAAAAAAMA/_99_x-e_SRc/s320/IMG_3712.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243682780487245490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;10 years after&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SMVN9uIVMgI/AAAAAAAAAMI/We7OKTgz2uw/s1600-h/IMG_3717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SMVN9uIVMgI/AAAAAAAAAMI/We7OKTgz2uw/s320/IMG_3717.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243683063893144066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;still Fab after a decade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SMVPSARAYEI/AAAAAAAAAMY/OH7e09Y0-Ig/s1600-h/IMG_3724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SMVPSARAYEI/AAAAAAAAAMY/OH7e09Y0-Ig/s320/IMG_3724.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243684511870378050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;about to go home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66B5FF;"&gt;thinkin of' "With You by Chris Brown"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915390075536962194-5615047976393161430?l=momikristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/feeds/5615047976393161430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915390075536962194&amp;postID=5615047976393161430&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/5615047976393161430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/5615047976393161430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/2008/09/hs-reunion.html' title='HS reunion'/><author><name>momikristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17093207300596675399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SDgdS61diwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jgpWc8KwcPY/S220/glamour.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SMVO6mPxHJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/8UBUDpz_mjI/s72-c/IMG_3722.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915390075536962194.post-2533305232187920418</id><published>2008-09-08T23:41:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T17:50:39.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>they gave me a new NAME</title><content type='html'>People in the office were crazy calling me &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#2BA94F;"&gt;"Matti"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;, of course, at first I was a bit uncomfortable being called by a different name but eventually I got the hang of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the name &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#2BA94F;"&gt;Matti&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt; was derived from my two names which is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ma. Cristina &lt;/span&gt;it still doesn't sound familiar to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My supervisor &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#2BA94F;"&gt;Gena &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;, has to think a different name for me since we already have &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#2BA94F;"&gt; Kristine &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt; and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#2BA94F;"&gt; Tina &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;in the office. She gets confused because whenever she shouts my name there are two heads who will respond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everyone has decided that starting September, my name will be &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#2BA94F;"&gt; Matti&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;new name... new people.. new life... not bad at all &lt;/span&gt; ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66B5FF;"&gt;thinkin of' "Miss Independent by NEYO"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915390075536962194-2533305232187920418?l=momikristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/feeds/2533305232187920418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915390075536962194&amp;postID=2533305232187920418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/2533305232187920418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/2533305232187920418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/2008/09/they-gave-me-new-name.html' title='they gave me a new NAME'/><author><name>momikristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17093207300596675399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SDgdS61diwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jgpWc8KwcPY/S220/glamour.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915390075536962194.post-5907289430332291898</id><published>2008-08-29T21:35:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T17:53:18.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my PatterN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SLf7pPEEBsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/ayJFIRbhInA/s1600-h/mosaic8298350(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SLf7pPEEBsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/ayJFIRbhInA/s320/mosaic8298350(2).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239933377305642690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Got curious on Timenutlatte's mosaic and made an experiment to try my own... the pictures are out of the things I like to do, the things I love to do and the things I'm planning to do &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LoooVVeee iiTTT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#940f04;"&gt;I am not a Saint... I smoke when I'm stressed, I drink when I party. I flirt back when I'm bored. I bite when I'm provoked. I cursed when I'm angry. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm, I may not be the Saint as my Mom expected me to be, but someone up there still believes that I deserve to have a Halo... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;~geeh thanks =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66B5FF;"&gt;thinkin of' "So What by Pink"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915390075536962194-5907289430332291898?l=momikristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/feeds/5907289430332291898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915390075536962194&amp;postID=5907289430332291898&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/5907289430332291898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/5907289430332291898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-pattern.html' title='my PatterN'/><author><name>momikristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17093207300596675399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SDgdS61diwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jgpWc8KwcPY/S220/glamour.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SLf7pPEEBsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/ayJFIRbhInA/s72-c/mosaic8298350(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915390075536962194.post-4370868656552003996</id><published>2008-08-25T22:05:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T18:01:48.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>maybe...</title><content type='html'>It's very difficult to post something inspirational, when you've been dealing a lot of personal issues and as much as you tried to get away with them, they keep haunting you wherever you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FF6FCF;"&gt;"Is being happy important to stay in a marriage?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt; that is the question that's preoccupying my mind lately, and up to now, any link to answer the confusion was no where to be found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Maybe&lt;/span&gt;, I just got tired of sacrificing everything to my partner who doesn't seem to care that I exist or &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;maybe &lt;/span&gt;I just got tired of understanding his moods and got fed up on changing myself in order to fit in to his world or &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;maybe&lt;/span&gt; I just got tired of loving him wherein I know for the fact that he would never treat me the way I wanted to be treated. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Maybe&lt;/span&gt; I got tired of forgiving him whenever I caught him flirting with another woman even if I'm pregnant... or &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Maybe &lt;/span&gt;I got tired of forgetting that he once let me suffer in raising our 3 kids (working so hard to provide their needs) while he was having a great time of his life like a bachelor... or &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;maybe &lt;/span&gt;I got tired of feeling like a trash and trying to pick up the broken pieces of myself because of all the hurts he did to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a lot of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;maybes &lt;/span&gt;and there's a lot of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;reasons &lt;/span&gt;why I wanted to get out of this marriage, but at the end of the day, I still choose to go home to the same house, and be with the same bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ask me again... Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one main reason, my kids... I cannot leave them just like that, and I cannot take them with me just like that, it will only complicate their lives and that's what I don't want to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I want is for them to grow up believing that they have a happy family. I don't want my lil' creatures to experience what their Momi had experienced when she was growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FF6FCF ;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one explained to me why Pop only comes home once a week, &lt;br /&gt;why Mum always cries every night. &lt;br /&gt;And no one told me what is "having an affair means". &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;When I finally learned the truth, it hit me so bad that I thought I won't be able to grow up like a normal individual. Can you imagine an eight-year-old girl dealing with family issues on her own? No one cared with what I felt, no one cared with what I've been through. No one asked me if I'm okay to have dinner with my Dad's mistresses... because they never cared, that's why they never asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course I cannot share those with my friends who only know at that time was Barbie dolls and Care Bears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I grow up, there is so much hatred in my heart, so much sadness, thus I developed the attitude that &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I cannot do it&lt;/span&gt;, I might fail and other people might not like it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I got married, I thought I will have a partner who will help me to fulfill my plans and dreams, who will help me to realize that the world is full of love... but life has been unkind to me... and let me experience the same nightmare I had many years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FF6FCF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But because of the love for my kids, I have to pretend that Life is good, that the world is full of Love..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno until when... &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;maybe &lt;/span&gt; tomorrow, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;maybe &lt;/span&gt;next month, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;maybe &lt;/span&gt;after 5 years or &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;maybe &lt;/span&gt;if my kids are ready to accept that Mom can no longer bear pretending...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66B5FF;"&gt;thinkin of' "All at One by Whitney Houston"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915390075536962194-4370868656552003996?l=momikristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/feeds/4370868656552003996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915390075536962194&amp;postID=4370868656552003996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/4370868656552003996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/4370868656552003996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/2008/08/maybe.html' title='maybe...'/><author><name>momikristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17093207300596675399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SDgdS61diwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jgpWc8KwcPY/S220/glamour.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915390075536962194.post-4777915886563678738</id><published>2008-08-22T07:08:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T21:19:03.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet return...</title><content type='html'>Yay! I found my HaLo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SK316vW1hJI/AAAAAAAAALA/wqJH4b2fYEk/s1600-h/angel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SK316vW1hJI/AAAAAAAAALA/wqJH4b2fYEk/s320/angel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237112331195221138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~Meeh~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he brought some friends in the House wohooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SK32IMALazI/AAAAAAAAALI/hrGJ9_pa9Kk/s1600-h/rock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SK32IMALazI/AAAAAAAAALI/hrGJ9_pa9Kk/s320/rock.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237112562223115058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~Rocker~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SK32QR7QQpI/AAAAAAAAALQ/7O79pYueUag/s1600-h/reaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SK32QR7QQpI/AAAAAAAAALQ/7O79pYueUag/s320/reaper.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237112701252027026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~Reaper~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SK32hcgrsZI/AAAAAAAAALg/w-Qi5WVaB20/s1600-h/bookworm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SK32hcgrsZI/AAAAAAAAALg/w-Qi5WVaB20/s320/bookworm.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237112996151144850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~Bookworm~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SK32uExshlI/AAAAAAAAALo/ELzXAjmA8r4/s1600-h/spy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SK32uExshlI/AAAAAAAAALo/ELzXAjmA8r4/s320/spy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237113213118350930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~Spy~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course, the excitement will not be complete without..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SK326GFMAyI/AAAAAAAAALw/k3zLM_a0k4Y/s1600-h/jedi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SK326GFMAyI/AAAAAAAAALw/k3zLM_a0k4Y/s320/jedi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237113419626971938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~the Jedi Master~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66B5FF;"&gt;thinkin of' "Beautifully Broken by Ashlee Simpson"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915390075536962194-4777915886563678738?l=momikristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/feeds/4777915886563678738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915390075536962194&amp;postID=4777915886563678738&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/4777915886563678738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/4777915886563678738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/2008/08/yay-found-my-halo-and-he-brought-some.html' title='sweet return...'/><author><name>momikristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17093207300596675399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SDgdS61diwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jgpWc8KwcPY/S220/glamour.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SK316vW1hJI/AAAAAAAAALA/wqJH4b2fYEk/s72-c/angel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915390075536962194.post-7193137617096939455</id><published>2008-08-19T21:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T22:06:16.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>trying to focus</title><content type='html'>I've been reading a lot of blogs this past few weeks and some entries were really interesting. I was moved by one entry which is about &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;how to FOCUS&lt;/span&gt;, how to focus even if you're stressed out with work and with play (ehehe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The article made me realized that I'm such a lucky girl who can do anything, and everything without getting tired. But, lately, because of some unexpected distractions, my focus in the things that I do got affected. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times that my kid is talking to me while I am daydreaming ;p that's why it's like that I'm only watching the movement of her lips, because I don't understand anything she said. Not until she shouted &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"MOM!!! are you listening???" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oftentimes, it's really hard to focus when you're thinking a lot of stuff, most especially us girls who are a bit emotional about our environment. And yeah, the past few weeks were not very good to me (aside from I miss my Halo)I'm still in doubt if I can make it to school next year on pursuing further studies. You see, even if I'm already sleeping, my mind is still working and worrying all the things I have to accomplish the next day. I dunno why I don't get tired thinking and worrying, good thing that wrinkles were not yet showing on my face hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may say that I'm very paranoid about so many stuff... for not being able to complete few things at the end of the day, for the deadlines that I did not meet, for the plans that did not pursue etc etc. I also get pissed off when my efforts were not appreciated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But lately, the statement of my mom &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e1771e;"&gt;"you have to enjoy life as it is, go with the flow, be spontaneous, because life is too short, every minute that had passed will never come back"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt; is starting to sink in my mind. Yeah, maybe for a change, I'll do whatever I have to do in a day, if it did not end well, I don't need to feel bad, because there is still tomorrow to finish everything. And I guess I really need to have a break wherein I will only think of myself and only myself =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I could feel that my Halo is starting to come back... Yay!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66B5FF;"&gt; thinkin of' Chariot by Gavin Degraw" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915390075536962194-7193137617096939455?l=momikristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/feeds/7193137617096939455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915390075536962194&amp;postID=7193137617096939455&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/7193137617096939455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/7193137617096939455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/2008/08/trying-to-focus.html' title='trying to focus'/><author><name>momikristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17093207300596675399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SDgdS61diwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jgpWc8KwcPY/S220/glamour.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915390075536962194.post-6339154141786768301</id><published>2008-08-19T21:06:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T19:06:27.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>trying to be Good</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since the last time I post an entry on my blog that has sense. hehehe! Well, yeah some girls have to release their emotions in order for those to subside and that's what I did to my previous entries, instead of sharing what I'm going through with someone, I chose to write those stuff to avoid any issues or any nastly talk about me (err just trying to be safe ok.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly speaking, I don't see that I'm doing something wrong, in going out with my previous customer who became my friend afterwards or to a former co-worker who needs someone to talk to about his personal issues in life. And I don't think that it's wrong to rekindle a friendship I once had with a guy, who stood by my side when I was drowning with fears and worries. I just noticed that I go along well with guys rather than girls maybe because boys are not &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"maarte and ma chismis"&lt;/span&gt; they don't care about anything, as long as they're having fun. period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking for a good book at National Bookstore (@ Rockwell) when I saw this book entitled &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6728B2;"&gt; "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;the art of Flirting&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt; I browsed some of the pages when I read the line &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e1771e;"&gt;"everyone has the capacity to flirt, people flirt in different circumstances, they just don't know that they are doing the deed"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;. Hmmm interesting, I did not buy the book (not yet), I was still thinking where to hide it, when I got it hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah! Not that I'm afraid to be caught reading that kind of book, I just hate being asked "why do you buy that kind of stuff? are you flirting? are you getting techniques how to be a good flirt? blah! blah! blah!" I just hate confrontation and then I have to explain my side for hours which I doubt that they will understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum up everything, I still believe that I'm not doing anything bad ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn I miss my HaLo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66B5FF;"&gt;thinkin of' "Far Away by Nickelback"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915390075536962194-6339154141786768301?l=momikristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/feeds/6339154141786768301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915390075536962194&amp;postID=6339154141786768301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/6339154141786768301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/6339154141786768301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/2008/08/trying-to-be-good.html' title='trying to be Good'/><author><name>momikristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17093207300596675399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SDgdS61diwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jgpWc8KwcPY/S220/glamour.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915390075536962194.post-1980059240376683576</id><published>2008-08-14T15:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T16:52:52.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my RepLy</title><content type='html'>I know that some of my readers were wondering if I replied to the email of my friend who will get married soon. After taking some time thinking if I will or will not. I chose the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;will side,&lt;/span&gt; that is because he became as one of my good friends before and he was one of the good memories of my past, and I know sooner or later, the much awaited closure will finally come true.&lt;br /&gt;So here it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e1771e;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;from me &lt;@gmail.com&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to « him » &lt;earthangel24@gmail.com&gt;&lt;br /&gt;date Mon, Aug 11, 2008 at 1:24 AM&lt;br /&gt;subject Re: ---I miss you---&lt;br /&gt;mailed-by gmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was really surprised when I read your email, I thought that this email address has been forgotten by someone special... someone who has been a part of my past... someone who has been a good friend to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good to know that at last, you found her, and actually before I read your email I already knew that you're engaged, our good friend sent me a message about the news. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly I'm happy for you (I sincerely do) because I know that you always wanted to have someone to take care of you, someone who will attend to your needs and someone who will listen to your mega-habang kwento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I'm doing good, I'm managing a laundry shop, and at the same time working as part of US and Canada Customs and raising naughty creatures, it's tough but it's fun... you know me... I love to keep myself busy as always :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for remembering me and I want to say sorry for everything. I don't have any intentions to make your life as well as mine to be more complicated that's why I chose to shut off anything that is related to you, anything that will remind me of you, or anything that will bring us into a huge mess. It's painful but we both know that it's the best decision for both of us, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if there are things that seem not to be perfect in my life right now, I would still not choose the easy path as what I always tell you my kids are very important on all the decisions I have to make and I guess that's the reason why I have to turn down tempting offers hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheer up, we can still rekindle the friendship we once had, I'm just here, nothing has changed except that I now have few lines on my face because of stress ;p. &lt;br /&gt;As what you told me few years back I'm better as a friend than a lover hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ME~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah I also miss you :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very funny! While posting this entry, tears are slowly building up in my eyes. Paul was right, when he told me that as &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"I grow old my realizations about life become deeper, problems get bigger, situations become more complicated" &lt;/span&gt; that's why sometimes I wish I could go back when the only man in my life was my Dad and my only best friend was my mom and any pain could be healed by just a band aid and a lollipop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never asked to have an easier life, I just wish I could avoid hurting other people's feelings especially those who have been good to me. But as much as I want to choose something that can make me and them happy, there are innocent lives at stake, and I don't want their lives to be abnormal because their mom is selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't checked my email after I sent my reply. Well I wanted to cool down my emotions first and when I'm ready to know what I have to know, then probably that is the signal for me to check his reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there is an ending to all of this, I just have to hold on and keep moving :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66B5FF;"&gt;thinkin of' "Million Miles Away by Nikki Gil"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915390075536962194-1980059240376683576?l=momikristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/feeds/1980059240376683576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915390075536962194&amp;postID=1980059240376683576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/1980059240376683576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/1980059240376683576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-reply.html' title='my RepLy'/><author><name>momikristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17093207300596675399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SDgdS61diwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jgpWc8KwcPY/S220/glamour.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915390075536962194.post-2040696887033857157</id><published>2008-08-12T22:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T06:45:53.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because of Mango Crepe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SKGioL71ncI/AAAAAAAAAKo/8AFvCrv8yac/s1600-h/happy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SKGioL71ncI/AAAAAAAAAKo/8AFvCrv8yac/s320/happy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233643053263461826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture says it all...&lt;br /&gt;I'm still savoring the sweetness of the Mango Mania from Crepes and Creme... &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66B5FF;"&gt; thinkin of' "You're Makin me High by Toni Braxton"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915390075536962194-2040696887033857157?l=momikristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/feeds/2040696887033857157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915390075536962194&amp;postID=2040696887033857157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/2040696887033857157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/2040696887033857157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/2008/08/because-of-mango-crepe.html' title='Because of Mango Crepe'/><author><name>momikristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17093207300596675399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SDgdS61diwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jgpWc8KwcPY/S220/glamour.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SKGioL71ncI/AAAAAAAAAKo/8AFvCrv8yac/s72-c/happy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915390075536962194.post-8888749941876659773</id><published>2008-08-11T10:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T22:21:07.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Applying for a new JOB</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;If the one who will interview me will be like this... errr I guess I'll just put up my own business hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#32527A;"&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;(8/11/2008 9:05:24 AM): good morning Kristin &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9D1961;"&gt; her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;(8/11/2008 9:06:05 AM): morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9D1961;"&gt; her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;(8/11/2008 10:08:00 AM): looks like ure not busy huh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#32527A;"&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt; (8/11/2008 10:08:20 AM): ok lang. just catching up on emails before meeting with people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9D1961;"&gt; her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;(8/11/2008 10:11:28 AM): u always have meeting everyday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#32527A;"&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;(8/11/2008 10:11:56 AM): yeah. thats how I disseminate work. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#32527A;"&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;(8/11/2008 10:12:12 AM): If I dont call meetings, I end up doing all the work myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#32527A;"&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt; (8/11/2008 10:12:13 AM): hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9D1961;"&gt; her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;(8/11/2008 10:12:35 AM): smart guy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#32527A;"&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;(8/11/2008 10:12:47 AM): smart guys hire smarter people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9D1961;"&gt; her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;(8/11/2008 10:14:01 AM): hmmm if I will apply for your company, will i be qualified Mr. Manager?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#32527A;"&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;(8/11/2008 10:14:07 AM): what are your skills?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#32527A;"&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;(8/11/2008 10:15:01 AM): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9D1961;"&gt; her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;(8/11/2008 10:17:39 AM):-- what kind of skills do u want to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#32527A;"&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;(8/11/2008 10:18:56 AM): hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#32527A;"&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;(8/11/2008 10:19:11 AM): well, are you a good linguist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9D1961;"&gt; her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;(8/11/2008 10:20:47 AM): uhmhm maybe... i know english...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9D1961;"&gt; her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;(8/11/2008 10:20:49 AM): ilocano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9D1961;"&gt; her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;(8/11/2008 10:20:51 AM): bisaya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9D1961;"&gt; her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;(8/11/2008 10:20:55 AM): gay lingo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9D1961;"&gt; her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt; (8/11/2008 10:20:56 AM): hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9D1961;"&gt; her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt; (8/11/2008 10:21:09 AM): chabacano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#32527A;"&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;(8/11/2008 10:21:16 AM): good good. you are well skilled with your tongue then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9D1961;"&gt; her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;(8/11/2008 10:21:33 AM): hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9D1961;"&gt; her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;(8/11/2008 10:21:36 AM): crazy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#32527A;"&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;(8/11/2008 10:22:06 AM): any other skills you think I should know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9D1961;"&gt; her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt; (8/11/2008 10:24:46 AM): i had gymnastic class before.. i was also once a part of the dance team ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9D1961;"&gt; her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;(8/11/2008 10:24:58 AM): though i dunno if that will fit on the skills that you're looking for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#32527A;"&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;(8/11/2008 10:25:20 AM): so you are flexible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9D1961;"&gt; her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt; (8/11/2008 10:25:26 AM): aha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#32527A;"&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;(8/11/2008 10:25:40 AM): I think we can find a use for that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9D1961;"&gt; her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt; (8/11/2008 10:25:47 AM): hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9D1961;"&gt; her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt; (8/11/2008 10:25:57 AM): and how about you... what are your skills?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9D1961;"&gt; her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt; (8/11/2008 10:26:02 AM): aside from wrestling???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#32527A;"&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;(8/11/2008 10:26:15 AM): I am not the one who is asking to be hired... I ask the questions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9D1961;"&gt; her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;(8/11/2008 10:26:28 AM):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#32527A;"&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;(8/11/2008 10:26:31 AM): What kind of compensation package are you expecting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9D1961;"&gt; her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;(8/11/2008 10:28:10 AM): can we first discuss about the contract... im really not after the money...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#32527A;"&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;(8/11/2008 10:28:52 AM): ok. what are your questions for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9D1961;"&gt; her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt; (8/11/2008 10:29:04 AM): is you're company offers exclusive contract for those who will be hired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9D1961;"&gt; her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;(8/11/2008 10:29:18 AM): or you only have slots for part-timers at this time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#32527A;"&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;(8/11/2008 10:30:25 AM): For now the company is only hiring freelancers on a per job basis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9D1961;"&gt; her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt; (8/11/2008 10:30:29 AM): let me assure you that i always take my job seriously... and i dont only settle for what needs to be done.. i always aim for the best satisfaction of the clients and the company &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#32527A;"&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt; (8/11/2008 10:31:02 AM): glad to know that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#32527A;"&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt; (8/11/2008 10:31:17 AM): I am certainly looking forward to having you be part on one of our projects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9D1961;"&gt; her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt; (8/11/2008 10:32:01 AM): thank you... and now i guess... we can discuss on how much u will offer me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#32527A;"&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;(8/11/2008 10:32:38 AM): what are you expecting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9D1961;"&gt; her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;(8/11/2008 10:33:03 AM): if i will have a very good looking boss like you.. anything will work for me (pffft)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#32527A;"&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;(8/11/2008 10:33:15 AM): I only deal on commission basis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9D1961;"&gt; her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt; (8/11/2008 10:33:23 AM): what do u mean by that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#32527A;"&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;(8/11/2008 10:34:02 AM): it means your take home will depend on your production&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#32527A;"&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt; (8/11/2008 10:34:13 AM): you work harder, you earn more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9D1961;"&gt; her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt; (8/11/2008 10:34:42 AM): how about if i work faster will i get extra pay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#32527A;"&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;(8/11/2008 10:35:23 AM): faster is not necessarily better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9D1961;"&gt; her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt; (8/11/2008 10:37:22 AM): ok then, got your point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9D1961;"&gt; her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;(8/11/2008 10:37:28 AM): when will i start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#32527A;"&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt; (8/11/2008 10:38:06 AM): how about tomorrow at 5:30pm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9D1961;"&gt; her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;(8/11/2008 10:38:32 AM): let me think about it, but then i thank you for your time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#32527A;"&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt; (8/11/2008 10:38:40 AM): your welcome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#32527A;"&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;(8/11/2008 10:38:46 AM): oh, and we have a dress code&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9D1961;"&gt; her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt; (8/11/2008 10:38:52 AM): hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#32527A;"&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt; (8/11/2008 10:39:16 AM): skirts for women&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#32527A;"&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt; (8/11/2008 10:39:17 AM): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9D1961;"&gt; her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt; (8/11/2008 10:39:31 AM): no way!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#32527A;"&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;(8/11/2008 10:41:07 AM): you will have HR issues then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9D1961;"&gt; her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt; (8/11/2008 10:41:27 AM): is dress code more important than my skills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#32527A;"&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;(8/11/2008 10:43:07 AM): that remains to be seen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9D1961;"&gt; her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;(8/11/2008 10:48:05 AM): do u also have benefits for newly hired?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#32527A;"&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;(8/11/2008 10:48:55 AM): we offer medical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#32527A;"&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;(8/11/2008 10:49:03 AM): with Doctor Sulit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9D1961;"&gt; her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt; (8/11/2008 10:49:08 AM): hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9D1961;"&gt; her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt; (8/11/2008 10:49:15 AM): what will be the name of my boss by the way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#32527A;"&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt; (8/11/2008 10:49:31 AM): you will be under Mr. Sulit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66B5FF;"&gt; thinkin of' "PS I'm still not over you by Rihanna"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915390075536962194-8888749941876659773?l=momikristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/feeds/8888749941876659773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915390075536962194&amp;postID=8888749941876659773&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/8888749941876659773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/8888749941876659773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/2008/08/applying-for-new-job.html' title='Applying for a new JOB'/><author><name>momikristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17093207300596675399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SDgdS61diwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jgpWc8KwcPY/S220/glamour.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915390075536962194.post-7531806244225433284</id><published>2008-08-07T00:05:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T12:46:02.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cOmpLicaTed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SJnMLurgzMI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Mo6C-Rt1jiI/s1600-h/key_art_lipstick_jungle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SJnMLurgzMI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Mo6C-Rt1jiI/s200/key_art_lipstick_jungle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231436944048704706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(received message 21:32)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! You better watch Lipstick Jungle, will send you the DVD next week. I can see your actions with the character of Nico Reilly played by Kim Raver hehehe    ~che&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What na naman?!?!? i've been behaving for the past... uhmmm 20 minutes hahaha. don't wori I'll end this up soon   ~theen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(sent message 21:35)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(received message 21:39)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Booh!!! promises... promises. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know that i've been such a pain in the ass since I got married with the man whom i think is wrong for me, but thanks girl for always being there. nyt   ~theen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(sent message 21:46)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(received message 22:01)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chill! i understand that you're a late bloomer that's why hahaha and i know that you just wanted to have fun because it feels good inside. and besides ure not a bad momi and i'm proud of what you've been through   ~che&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(received message 22:05)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love to hear your voice before i close my eyes, can i call you   ~him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no!   ~her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(sent message 22:06)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(received message 22:05)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why? give me 4 reasons   ~him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i say so!    ~her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(sent message 22:07)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(received message 22:09)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's only one, i need 4    ~him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. because i say so! 2.because i say so! 3. because i say so! and 4. because i say so! satisfied???   ~her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(sent message 22:12)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(received message 22:15)&lt;br /&gt;hahaha silly girl! i will call u tomorrow either you say so or you say so ;p   ~him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66B5FF;"&gt;thinkin of' "Escape Myself by Nouvelle Vague"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915390075536962194-7531806244225433284?l=momikristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/feeds/7531806244225433284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915390075536962194&amp;postID=7531806244225433284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/7531806244225433284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/7531806244225433284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/2008/08/growing-p-i-n-s.html' title='cOmpLicaTed'/><author><name>momikristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17093207300596675399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SDgdS61diwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jgpWc8KwcPY/S220/glamour.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SJnMLurgzMI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Mo6C-Rt1jiI/s72-c/key_art_lipstick_jungle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915390075536962194.post-2087023150092266176</id><published>2008-08-06T23:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T11:56:12.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>playing games</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SJnKkUHF4jI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/br6HMAcfQg4/s1600-h/what_flirting_style_love_qu_20080331070337.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SJnKkUHF4jI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/br6HMAcfQg4/s200/what_flirting_style_love_qu_20080331070337.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231435167390097970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I? Am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm just being nice and friendly" I justified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that there are times that even if I have a clear picture that someone likes me, I still provoke him to like me more hehehe, is that what you call flirting? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chelai has been consistently warning me that "flirting" is like a dangerous game wherein if the player does not know how to play it... then she will never know when to stop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I'm having fun talking to people since I'm really longing for someone whom I can share my thoughts at the end of the day, its just that a lot of them are guys who offer their time to listen to what I want to share. And the fun there is that you're sharing each other your thoughts and feelings like no one is listening and no one is watching...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will give you a lot of reasons not to get rid of me" &lt;/span&gt;don't you love to hear those words??? where on earth did he get that?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I'm no longer a stubborn kid who throws tantrums if she does not get what she wants... my friend was right that even if I know my limits, time will come that the game I'm playing might not be fun and exciting anymore, it might cause a lot of trouble not only to me but to my loved-ones as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you just kill me?!?!? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66B5FF;"&gt;thinkin of' "Forgive Me by Leona Lewis"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915390075536962194-2087023150092266176?l=momikristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/feeds/2087023150092266176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915390075536962194&amp;postID=2087023150092266176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/2087023150092266176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/2087023150092266176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/2008/08/am-i-am-i-im-just-being-nice-and.html' title='playing games'/><author><name>momikristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17093207300596675399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SDgdS61diwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jgpWc8KwcPY/S220/glamour.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SJnKkUHF4jI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/br6HMAcfQg4/s72-c/what_flirting_style_love_qu_20080331070337.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915390075536962194.post-5112837557693867873</id><published>2008-08-06T22:52:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T23:17:20.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my friend Kira</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SJm8kWu5g_I/AAAAAAAAAKA/4-97IeLN2EY/s1600-h/necklaces.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SJm8kWu5g_I/AAAAAAAAAKA/4-97IeLN2EY/s320/necklaces.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231419774931141618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many great things that had happened and there's a lot of catching up to do with my blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll start with the goodies I got from my friend Kira. &lt;br /&gt;I was into setting up an online business because of my fascination with beads accessories, when I learned that she was selling hand-painted necklaces and was impressed with her works so I asked her is she can make me a custom-made necklaces and wow! I was the first one whom she gave in to that kind of request And not only that, she even shared the experience to her multiply buddies. I LOVE HER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may check http://earthlydelights.multiply.com to read more about our story hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66B5FF;"&gt;thinkin of' "When I Grow up by Pussy Cat Dolls"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915390075536962194-5112837557693867873?l=momikristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/feeds/5112837557693867873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915390075536962194&amp;postID=5112837557693867873&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/5112837557693867873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/5112837557693867873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-friend-kira.html' title='my friend Kira'/><author><name>momikristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17093207300596675399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SDgdS61diwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jgpWc8KwcPY/S220/glamour.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SJm8kWu5g_I/AAAAAAAAAKA/4-97IeLN2EY/s72-c/necklaces.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915390075536962194.post-7967100368935992059</id><published>2008-07-26T14:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:01:17.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FLier</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SIrE839_taI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/wIwo28HTe78/s1600-h/flyer.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SIrE839_taI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/wIwo28HTe78/s320/flyer.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227206867612054946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to create a new flyer for my laundry shop and was still very (as in "uber") busy editing my soon-to-be online business...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi bloggers! whatchathink on the flyer??? Would appreciate your genuine opinion :) errr have to delete the contact details when I decided to post the flyer here to avoid stalkers harharhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66B5FF;"&gt;thinkin' of "One More Chance by Piolo Pascual"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915390075536962194-7967100368935992059?l=momikristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/feeds/7967100368935992059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915390075536962194&amp;postID=7967100368935992059&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/7967100368935992059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/7967100368935992059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/2008/07/flyer.html' title='FLier'/><author><name>momikristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17093207300596675399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SDgdS61diwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jgpWc8KwcPY/S220/glamour.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SIrE839_taI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/wIwo28HTe78/s72-c/flyer.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915390075536962194.post-8483909037575096032</id><published>2008-07-22T07:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:01:17.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Season VI</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SIUkDjYOrII/AAAAAAAAAJo/nOVmo2d_P8I/s1600-h/one+tree+hill.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SIUkDjYOrII/AAAAAAAAAJo/nOVmo2d_P8I/s320/one+tree+hill.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225622586088402050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Yay! Season 6 is coming to town!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66B5FF;"&gt;thinkin' of " Closer by Neyo" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915390075536962194-8483909037575096032?l=momikristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/feeds/8483909037575096032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915390075536962194&amp;postID=8483909037575096032&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/8483909037575096032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/8483909037575096032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/2008/07/season-vi.html' title='Season VI'/><author><name>momikristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17093207300596675399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SDgdS61diwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jgpWc8KwcPY/S220/glamour.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SIUkDjYOrII/AAAAAAAAAJo/nOVmo2d_P8I/s72-c/one+tree+hill.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915390075536962194.post-657376786172289689</id><published>2008-07-19T17:24:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:01:17.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>R-E-G-R-E-T-S</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SIHLNF3JG7I/AAAAAAAAAI4/xg1ozT3GGbg/s1600-h/NoRegrets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SIHLNF3JG7I/AAAAAAAAAI4/xg1ozT3GGbg/s200/NoRegrets.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224680468498684850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been ages since the last time I opened one of my email addresses. I was killing time when I thought of opening the email addy which my &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;konsintedora friend &lt;/span&gt;named  "my hideout". Only 4 people know that this email addy exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And unfortunately I read something that made me cry for the 2nd time this year. &lt;br /&gt;I HATE IT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e1771e;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;from       ”guy friend” &lt;br /&gt;to     “me” @gmail.com&lt;br /&gt;date        Tue, Apr 15, 2008 at 3:20 PM&lt;br /&gt;subject    ---I miss you---&lt;br /&gt;mailed by   invalidemail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Theen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was still thinking how you are though, I heard many good things about you, I still want to check you myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s weird coz’ I don’t know if you still open this email address, but I’m hoping that you will have the chance to read this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m getting married next year (which word do I have to use finally or at last???) &lt;br /&gt;I know that this is the only thing you’ve been waiting and praying for me for many years, so here it is. I proposed to her 2 weeks ago, nothing unusual on the proposal, we’re just having dinner in a fancy resto when I asked her to marry me, rather sounds like commanding her to marry me hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was tear-eyed when she said her YES, and as for me I still can’t explain why am I not excited to the decision I made, the feeling was mutual, she’s in love and I’m afraid to get old alone. We both want to have someone to be with at the end of the day, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after the night I suddenly thought of you. Theen, I want to ask you if I’m making the right decision. Why is the thought of you always ruin my plans in life? Why can’t you just leave my mind ---and my heart alone, why is your sweet smile always in my dreams, your funny laugh always echoing in my ears? Why is it so hard to do the simple thing that you’ve been asking for --- why can’t I forget you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all these years, I’m still waiting for you to work things out with me, I don’t care how many kids you got, I don’t even care if I will be your number two,  I just want you to give me a chance to take care of you and to make you happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUPID!! You are STUPID!! I am expecting those words you will utter whenever I say these things to you and yea I am stupid as what I always answer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will visit Manila before Christmas, and I know that even if you know that I’m around, you will never communicate with me. Sometimes, I’m wondering maybe we still see each other if I did not tell you about my feelings, but on the other hand, I know I did the right thing because as what you always tell me, you will love the person more if he or she will not hide anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know where I can be found, I am always logged in and yea! I do miss you… a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--W--&lt;br /&gt;Microsoft and Outlook are either registered trademarks or trademarks of Microsoft Corporation in the United States and/or other countries.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffffcc"&gt;This guy was one of my friends in College, his school was the sister school of mine, so whenever there are &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;soirées'&lt;/span&gt; or org programs he is always present. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was very sweet but I don't know what's wrong with me why I did not give it a try with him before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my bf (who is my husband now) at that time asked for a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;cool-off &lt;/span&gt;thingy,  he was the one who constantly reminds me that there is nothing to be sad of, he was always present whenever I feel down but I never thought that he felt differently, I thought that is how he treat his friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he has to go to London and asked me to wait for him, I did not reply but I felt something weird, we only communicate via Internet, he did not tell me that he loves me but I can feel his concern and he keeps on reminding me to wait for him. He always tells me about his plans on having a family, what are the things he will do for his wife etc etc. I never thought, I was included in his plans... And stupid as he is I did not wait for him, I thought giving my bf everything he wants will make me happy as a woman, then I got pregnant and my guy friend came back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never heard any bad words from him, even if he is entitled to curse me from hiding what's happening in my life. Then &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;he told me he was in love with me &lt;/span&gt;he kept it from the very first day that we met because he wanted to be sure if he was really serious, he waited for us to graduate until he was sure of himself that he wanted to marry me... I no longer remember my reactions but I could still remember how I shouted at him the word STUPID!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still became friends after that incident, but 4 years ago when I got separated, and when my husband was planning to file for an annulment, I asked him to leave me alone since I know that if my marriage will be put to an end, he will enter in the picture and I don't want that to happen since I don't want to complicate the lives of my kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went back to London and I never heard anything from him since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may have some regrets of not choosing him, but then I still believe that there are reasons why people have to be stupid, I may not know the answer at the moment, but I don't care anymore as I cannot bring back the past but I can do something for my future. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66B5FF;"&gt; thinkin' of "No Regrets by Robbie Williams"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915390075536962194-657376786172289689?l=momikristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/feeds/657376786172289689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915390075536962194&amp;postID=657376786172289689&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/657376786172289689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/657376786172289689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-been-ages-since-last-time-i-opened.html' title='R-E-G-R-E-T-S'/><author><name>momikristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17093207300596675399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SDgdS61diwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jgpWc8KwcPY/S220/glamour.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SIHLNF3JG7I/AAAAAAAAAI4/xg1ozT3GGbg/s72-c/NoRegrets.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915390075536962194.post-321283466863474278</id><published>2008-07-18T21:48:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:01:17.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>closing a part of my PAST</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SICkWfbGByI/AAAAAAAAAIw/qojFe07R_00/s1600-h/closed2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SICkWfbGByI/AAAAAAAAAIw/qojFe07R_00/s200/closed2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224356274048993058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; "Theen tumawag ako knina am sbi berns pmasok k dw. Ngclose ung lake. Wla psok efectiv nagun pro may pay til aug16. financial isyu." &lt;br /&gt;                                             -Jen-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was totally shocked when I read the text message, how can good things disappear so fast? I was still thinking if I'm going to call Jen or just sent a reply... when my former manager (as well as my Kumare) called me and confirmed the news and asking if their General Manager could ask some legal advice from my husband, so I asked my husband to call the GM and try to help them as much as he can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I want to further discuss the issue here in my blog, my other side keeps on telling me that it's better to keep to myself everything I learned to avoid any involvement on legal issues that may possibly arise in the future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lake &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; had a big contribution why I became tough as a CSR and as a person. I learned so many things from them not only work-related but also personal tips like how to handle &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;back-stabbers and trying-hard-bitches&lt;/span&gt; and I'm proud that I won in those battles, with no help with anyone :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I became independent and spontaneous when I became one of the claims analysts  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;doon kanya-kanyang diskarte&lt;/span&gt;, you will be the one to make your own template, no spills, no scripts... and no training! You just have to sit down on your station, and ask God's help on how you will resolve the claims of irate customers. Though, there is no right or wrong answer... unfortunately it is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;a make or break&lt;/span&gt;situation, and you will know for yourself if you have to look for a new job hehehe. Our manager doesn't even care if you sleep during shifts or do other stuff as long as you hit the quota assigned to you, and you have topak... you're IN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt sooo sad to what had happened. I saw how the Manila team devoted their time, effort and have sacrificed better opportunities because of their loyalty with the company. I saw those hard work and tears because... once I was one of them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was mad with the people who ignored what the MLA team had done for their company for the past 5 years, (F*&amp;#$!!!) "how did they forget that the reason why their business became popular and known all over the world... is because of -- Filipinos!!!" (A%@^\!!!) &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;~ madapasana kayo!!!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the lighter side, I wish my former co-workers the best especially Jen who is pregnant at this time... I will keep on praying that they can move on and that better jobs will come their way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well I guess my heart is right... I have to end this entry and close a part of my PAST, a once beautiful past... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66B5FF;"&gt; thinkin' of "So Close by Jon Mclaughlin"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915390075536962194-321283466863474278?l=momikristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/feeds/321283466863474278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915390075536962194&amp;postID=321283466863474278&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/321283466863474278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/321283466863474278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/2008/07/theen-tumawag-ako-knina-am-sbi-berns.html' title='closing a part of my PAST'/><author><name>momikristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17093207300596675399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SDgdS61diwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jgpWc8KwcPY/S220/glamour.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SICkWfbGByI/AAAAAAAAAIw/qojFe07R_00/s72-c/closed2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915390075536962194.post-3857144671258879304</id><published>2008-07-12T08:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T21:48:08.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why it is so hard to be ME</title><content type='html'>It irritates me when I have to explain to other people my side just to clear what they think of my actions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if I'm not doing anything against the rule of man and heaven, I still waste my time explaining to them that &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;it's not what they think it is!!!&lt;/span&gt;. I should have not care... they can voice out their opinion for all they want and I should have just ignored them, but still it affects me whenever I am being teased with the opposite sex whom I just considered as one of my &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I created my blog based on my thoughts and what I feel at the time I'm creating the entry and post it in here. &lt;/span&gt;It doesn't necessarily mean that what I feel the time I created the entry is the same feeling I will have the next time I log in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since I don't have much time for chit-chat with friends I thought that an online journal will help me unleash what's bothering me or what makes me excited anytime, no pressure... no effort at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I guess I'm just tired of being judged whenever I want to share something that they think is not right, though on my part I don't see anything wrong with what I have done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my friends are conservative, that's why... and unfortunately, I'm very liberal and very understanding. I even have friends who are mistresses, cheaters, lesbians, gays etc. and yeah! I'm their friend, though I don't tolerate their bad deeds, I'm still there whenever they need me. Well, that's me, I can be friend by everybody, though I only have one simple rule which is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I won't judge you for who you are as long as you don't mess up with me&lt;/span&gt;. And I love being ME and I don't have any plans to change myself at the moment because I don't think that something is wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many suggested that I should just go out with my husband to be safe, but it's not that easy, that's why instead of bugging him to give me some of his time or complaining of his absence, I'd rather go out with my kids or friends (boys man o girls). Eh ganun eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep myself busy with so many things so I can ignore the idea that there is something wrong with my marriage. As long as my kids are happy and as long as I can still take it, I won't entertain the thought that there is really something to be fixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt bad for those people who don't seem to understand ME, who always insist that going out with guys are some sort of a sin, WTF as long as I'm not doing anything stupid, then I guess I'm on a right track&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66B5FF;"&gt; thinkin' of "Wasted by Carrie Underwood"&lt;/spam&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915390075536962194-3857144671258879304?l=momikristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/feeds/3857144671258879304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915390075536962194&amp;postID=3857144671258879304&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/3857144671258879304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/3857144671258879304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/2008/07/why-it-is-so-hard-to-be-me.html' title='why it is so hard to be ME'/><author><name>momikristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17093207300596675399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SDgdS61diwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jgpWc8KwcPY/S220/glamour.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915390075536962194.post-7667820838655058681</id><published>2008-07-10T21:33:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T22:26:19.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phone Conversation 001</title><content type='html'>My friend Derick has been complaining how I sound over the phone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Derick:&lt;/span&gt; You sound like your mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;Eh bagong gising kaya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Derick:&lt;/span&gt; Hindi kaya all the time kaya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Yabang nito, eh di ba bye na!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Derick:&lt;/span&gt; No what I mean is iba yung voice mo over the phone at sa personal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Sobrang pangit ba over the phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Derick:&lt;/span&gt; Uhmmm not naman pangit, masagwa lang hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Eh bakit tawag ka pa ng tawag, ang yabang mo talaga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Derick:&lt;/span&gt; Your voice kasi sounds like a man, it's so big!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; My god! kanina sounds like my mom ngayon naman sounds like a man!!! Mamaya nyan sounds like a dinosaur na!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Derick:&lt;/span&gt; hahaha. When I talked to you kasi sa personal, masarap pakinggan... soothing to the ears. Or maybe because pag personal I see your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;So now face ko naman lalaitin mo. O shoot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Derick:&lt;/span&gt; Hindi kaya, you're pretty kaya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;---Silence---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; uhmmm I don't find myself cute nor pretty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Derick:&lt;/span&gt; eh kasi ordinaryo na lang sa paningin mo yung itsura mo, but for other people iba... I find you attractive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Me (smiling): &lt;/span&gt;ewan ko sayo! You're too bolero for me to believe the things that you're telling me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Derick:&lt;/span&gt; Oi! Hindi ako bolero &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Talaga lang ha, kaya ka laging quota kasi nabobola mo mga customers mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Derick:&lt;/span&gt; Oi hindi ah, maganda lang list ko saka may mga times din before na hindi ako kumota. I like your voice now, it's better, may inadjust ka ba sa phone niyo? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Ang Yabang!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Derick:&lt;/span&gt; hahaha sarap mo talaga inisin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Ganun! So naaalala mo lang ako pag trip mo mang inis, cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Derick: &lt;/span&gt;Hindi ah, naiisip nga kita minsan, buti na lang nag resign ka na. Sorry din ako ang reason bakit napasok ka sa eway, nasayang pa tuloy oras mo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; No it's okay I had fun din naman with the people. I wouldn't have seen 22nd Street if I did not apply for eway noh, saka hindi mo ako kausap kung hindi ako napunta sa eway... hahaha.. so Ok na din kahit ganun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Derick:&lt;/span&gt; Sayang nga bitin eh, pero ok na din at least ok ka na ngayon, kesa magtiis ka dun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;I appreciate your concern, thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Derick:&lt;/span&gt; Basta Ikaw Anytime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Silence---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Oist sige na I have so many things to finish pa. Bye na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Derick:&lt;/span&gt; O sige na! Sungit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;Whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Derick:&lt;/span&gt; Whatever! hahaha Ingat ka lagi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; OO na! Bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Derick:&lt;/span&gt; Bye Theen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;and the smile on my face was still there....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66B5FF;"&gt;thinkin' of "Beautiful in my Eyes by Joshua Kadison" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915390075536962194-7667820838655058681?l=momikristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/feeds/7667820838655058681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915390075536962194&amp;postID=7667820838655058681&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/7667820838655058681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/7667820838655058681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/2008/07/vocal-cords.html' title='Phone Conversation 001'/><author><name>momikristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17093207300596675399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SDgdS61diwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jgpWc8KwcPY/S220/glamour.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915390075536962194.post-4973186019818660595</id><published>2008-07-09T09:09:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:01:17.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melodramatic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SHQQeRMjwoI/AAAAAAAAAIo/iSj3B9wyJl8/s1600-h/exhausted.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SHQQeRMjwoI/AAAAAAAAAIo/iSj3B9wyJl8/s200/exhausted.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220815980227445378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very tired and exhausted yesterday that I feel like throwing up... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pushed myself to finish everything in one day, like organizing the bills... editing the new fliers for the laundry shop... listing the needed materials for the new online business... teaching the kids for their assignments... attending client meeting... etc etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my god! my kids were throwing tantrums everywhere and my husband whom I thought would pat me on the back to lighten up my mood even spiced up my day with a huge ARGUMENT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought my bad day would never come to an end, as I was really irritated with everything and was really tired to even eat something. But then, silence came at around 10pm when I don't have any energy to even wash my face and brush my teeth. And for the very first time for this year &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"I sat on the bed, with a little light on the room and then I started crying... I cried like a kid and I cried like as if somebody died. It's really weird that because of too much stress I just cried for no reason at all. Maybe because I feel that crying will help me to ease the burden that I feel at that time..."&lt;/span&gt; and the tears did not disappoint me, after hours of crying, I got tired and fell asleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up earlier, I feel much better than yesterday, I feel refreshed and relieved, as if I just came out from a spa parlor. And eventhough I'm having difficulty opening my eyes, I still feel good inside :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Having my own family really challenged me to be a tough woman, I never realized that this family has taught me many things I never expected to learn. Being the light of this family is not a piece of cake... being ME means HUGE RESPONSIBILITIES, and I guess my mom was right that there is no turning back, no right turns and definitely no left turns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I've already swallowed everything... I swallowed my pride to say sorry even if it's not my fault. I swallowed the idea of pampering myself even for just a day and I swallowed my dream of becoming someone someday. &lt;br /&gt;I have committed myself that no matter what happens, my family will be my priority, even if so many better opportunities as a career woman are knocking at my door, if it will risk my relationship and my time with my family, then I have to let it go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also commit myself that I won't give up, that I will be here as their mom and as a wife. But sometimes, all I wanted is to just walk away. Walking away is very tempting... I've been contemplating that maybe my life would be easier and much simpler if I just walk away, but I can't... I tried many times, but I still go back to my home, and I really dunno why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one promised me that this journey would be easy, but I hope with all those bumps, I can still get up and walk again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66B5FF;"&gt;thinkin' of "Like you'll never see Me again by Alicia Keys" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915390075536962194-4973186019818660595?l=momikristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/feeds/4973186019818660595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915390075536962194&amp;postID=4973186019818660595&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/4973186019818660595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/4973186019818660595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/2008/07/melodramatic.html' title='Melodramatic'/><author><name>momikristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17093207300596675399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SDgdS61diwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jgpWc8KwcPY/S220/glamour.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SHQQeRMjwoI/AAAAAAAAAIo/iSj3B9wyJl8/s72-c/exhausted.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915390075536962194.post-225972622698870960</id><published>2008-07-04T16:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:01:17.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Sorry... I'm in love again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SG3k-et0yUI/AAAAAAAAAIg/RuXU6PAd3Pg/s1600-h/49073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SG3k-et0yUI/AAAAAAAAAIg/RuXU6PAd3Pg/s320/49073.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219079305240561986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno why I have this huge weakness on dimples, those tiny holes on men's cheeks are so adorable... I'm sorry I can't help it, and I know that this entry is such a crap but what, can I do??? I'm only human, lumalandi pag may cute (ehem ehem) so kill me ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66B5FF;"&gt;thinkin' of "Beautiful Soul by Jesse McCartney"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915390075536962194-225972622698870960?l=momikristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/feeds/225972622698870960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915390075536962194&amp;postID=225972622698870960&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/225972622698870960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/225972622698870960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-sorry-im-in-love-again.html' title='I&apos;m Sorry... I&apos;m in love again'/><author><name>momikristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17093207300596675399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SDgdS61diwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jgpWc8KwcPY/S220/glamour.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SG3k-et0yUI/AAAAAAAAAIg/RuXU6PAd3Pg/s72-c/49073.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915390075536962194.post-6687226041270995010</id><published>2008-07-02T23:35:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:01:17.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>something New in my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SGuwXSRAaPI/AAAAAAAAAIU/UoAOM3_42oc/s1600-h/large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SGuwXSRAaPI/AAAAAAAAAIU/UoAOM3_42oc/s200/large.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218458507325499634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning to buy a new phone, to replace my ever hanging N70. I haven't tried other brands yet since I'm a very loyal Nokia user, but this &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;MOTORAZR V9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; really caught my attention... it's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;very elegant, very stylish, very classic&lt;/span&gt;...this is what I really want, something that is timeless... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe this model has been released last year, and my husband told me to check some website for reviews to see if the features and specs of this phone will work for me. Errr... I'm not a techqui person so I really don't know what is the upgraded features of a phone... as long as the phone will work on sending messages and making calls, then I guess there will be no problem on my part. I'm more into appearance of the phone that's why I fell in love with this unit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already checked some stores in Makati for this phone and one in Park Square gave me a very reasonable price if I'll be paying in Cash, unfortunately, at the moment they don't have the color that I want which is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Mahogany&lt;/span&gt;, but they will call me as soon as this item becomes available. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to hold my new baby... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66B5FF;"&gt;thinkin' of "Tattoo by Jordin Sparks"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915390075536962194-6687226041270995010?l=momikristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/feeds/6687226041270995010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915390075536962194&amp;postID=6687226041270995010&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/6687226041270995010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/6687226041270995010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='something New in my life'/><author><name>momikristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17093207300596675399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SDgdS61diwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jgpWc8KwcPY/S220/glamour.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SGuwXSRAaPI/AAAAAAAAAIU/UoAOM3_42oc/s72-c/large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915390075536962194.post-5802993025742583795</id><published>2008-06-30T21:36:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:01:18.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walked away</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SGj5WSZamNI/AAAAAAAAAIE/7i5SUI5eij8/s1600-h/walk+away.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SGj5WSZamNI/AAAAAAAAAIE/7i5SUI5eij8/s200/walk+away.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217694329599596754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not expecting the reactions and responses of my officemates when they learned that this is my last day. Most of them were really surprised, including my boss, I can't blame them, no one had any idea that I had plans of leaving this early. Honestly I was also surpised with my abrupt decision, but I don't have any regrets because I believe I did my best to prove to them that I took my job seriously even if I stayed for a very short period of time, but then it's not all worth it, thus I decided to just walk away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I had fun working with the people at ew@y, and even if I'm already comfortable with my customers... I still decided to leave without having a second thought that is because there are other areas of the company that I cannot take anymore and besides, I'm no longer happy with what I'm doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe because my mind has already matured, that's why I was now looking for a serious career rather than a temporary job and I'm glad, I'm working things out little by little. (&lt;em&gt;and I owe a lot to my very supportive husband&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what I'm going through is not an overnight thing, there will be a lot of humps and bumps, but if I won't start now, I might regret not taking this journey seriously. I might get old without anything to be proud of to my kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was touched to the words that my boss said to me, I thought he doesn't like Filipinos including me, but earlier, I could feel his sincerity in saying that I did a great job and he was very much impressed with my performance but was disappointed for an immediate resignation. I love how Fei, Edward, Dollie, Aisha and Raffy replied to my email, looks like in my own simple ways I touched so many lives and I'm just happy I followed what my heart wants... it is to walked away from ew@y :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66B5FF;"&gt;thinkin' of "Go on Girl by Neyo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915390075536962194-5802993025742583795?l=momikristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/feeds/5802993025742583795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915390075536962194&amp;postID=5802993025742583795&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/5802993025742583795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/5802993025742583795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-last-day.html' title='Walked away'/><author><name>momikristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17093207300596675399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SDgdS61diwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jgpWc8KwcPY/S220/glamour.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SGj5WSZamNI/AAAAAAAAAIE/7i5SUI5eij8/s72-c/walk+away.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915390075536962194.post-2361593352597219769</id><published>2008-06-29T10:59:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:01:19.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>at Last...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SGcIBok0jAI/AAAAAAAAAHc/uISH_gCIdSw/s1600-h/smiley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SGcIBok0jAI/AAAAAAAAAHc/uISH_gCIdSw/s320/smiley.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217147517496757250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the new layout of my blog... so so happy about it. Well, it took me a week to come up with this idea, but it's all worth it. Yay!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night the kids slept very early so I had the chance to watch the&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; Pinoy Dream Academy&lt;/span&gt; and I love the performance of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Chiva &lt;/span&gt;as he sang the song of Pink "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;just like a pill&lt;/span&gt;", and now the song has been playing in my head the whole day whoa! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66B5FF;"&gt;thinkin' of "Just Like a Pill by Pink"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915390075536962194-2361593352597219769?l=momikristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/feeds/2361593352597219769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915390075536962194&amp;postID=2361593352597219769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/2361593352597219769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/2361593352597219769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-will-i-call-you.html' title='at Last...'/><author><name>momikristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17093207300596675399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SDgdS61diwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jgpWc8KwcPY/S220/glamour.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SGcIBok0jAI/AAAAAAAAAHc/uISH_gCIdSw/s72-c/smiley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915390075536962194.post-1030417357525417421</id><published>2008-06-26T18:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:01:19.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting book</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SGNw75scfyI/AAAAAAAAAFc/6bK-IEY8fwg/s1600-h/book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SGNw75scfyI/AAAAAAAAAFc/6bK-IEY8fwg/s200/book.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216136967826997026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I've been planning to buy this book last year, but because I got very busy with the coming of the new member of our family, I forgot that plan... This book was recommended by my friend who's been dating cute yuppies, she said I will get a lot of tips on how to be needed by my man... Hmmm sounds interesting, the title itself really intrigues me ... whoa! can't help to buy this over the week end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66B5FF;"&gt;thinkin' of "Bye Bye by Mariah Carey" &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915390075536962194-1030417357525417421?l=momikristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/feeds/1030417357525417421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915390075536962194&amp;postID=1030417357525417421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/1030417357525417421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/1030417357525417421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/2008/06/interesting-book.html' title='Interesting book'/><author><name>momikristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17093207300596675399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SDgdS61diwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jgpWc8KwcPY/S220/glamour.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SGNw75scfyI/AAAAAAAAAFc/6bK-IEY8fwg/s72-c/book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915390075536962194.post-4189670620146148328</id><published>2008-06-26T17:35:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:01:19.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plans to be planned...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SGNtoyX96PI/AAAAAAAAAFU/p4Tzpircbds/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SGNtoyX96PI/AAAAAAAAAFU/p4Tzpircbds/s200/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216133340909660402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been experiencing worst &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;migraine &lt;/span&gt;lately, which oftentimes made me to go on half-day from work or be absent because of the pain in my head that is really killing me. The relieved I feel for the meantime was because of the pain-killers I'm taking in so I can still do my daily tasks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a doctor earlier but referred me to see an &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ophthalmologist&lt;/span&gt;, looks like the grade of my eyes was doubled, that's why every time that I don't wear my glasses, my head is aching so bad especially that my work requires me to glue my eyes on the monitor for more than 10 hours&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the worst advise of the doctor, is for me to take a rest and not to stress myself too much by thinking so many things everyday. She was even surprised when she found out that I'm already working after 2 months that I gave birth by CS section, she was like &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Are you crazy?!?! What's with you??? You should be at home, gaining more strength because you gave just gave birth and was also ligated, you're really killing yourself!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After listening to my doctor like a 5-year old child, I realized that she was right... my mom was right and my husband was absolutely right. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Why am I too paranoid of what will happen to me tomorrow, instead of just living in the present, I'm pre-occupying my mind on what happened in the past, what am I gonna do today and what will be my plans in the future... &lt;/span&gt;Whew! Those maybe the reasons that kill my brain cells which caused the terrible pain in my head hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be not that organized when it comes to my career, but little by little, I'm working on it by following my heart... doing what I really love most. I still worry what I will become in the future, but I'm starting to trust the Lord with my plans,well I bet He knows best than anyone. So for now I have to take the back seat and leave everything in the hands of my Driver :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66B5FF;"&gt;thinkin' of "Gimme More by Britney Spears"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915390075536962194-4189670620146148328?l=momikristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/feeds/4189670620146148328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915390075536962194&amp;postID=4189670620146148328&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/4189670620146148328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/4189670620146148328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-have-been-experiencing-worst-migraine.html' title='Plans to be planned...'/><author><name>momikristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17093207300596675399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SDgdS61diwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jgpWc8KwcPY/S220/glamour.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SGNtoyX96PI/AAAAAAAAAFU/p4Tzpircbds/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915390075536962194.post-4259140980446830484</id><published>2008-06-23T19:18:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:01:20.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night-OUT</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;It's been a while since the last time me and my Highschool buddies went out and had a dinner in one of the fancy restaurants in Greenbelt, most of the time, due to our very hectic schedule, we just go out and have some coffee, then after an hour, it's time fo us to go home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last, the most awaited plan pushed through, and as usual the bill is on me (grrr!!). We ate at Rocketfellar, and I may say the food was good, I have to set aside my diet for the meantime because of those yummy dishes. I even took some pictures and planning to eat again on that resto with my mom.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SF-G-zkeCSI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ChLVPedtcXo/s1600-h/IMG_3434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SF-G-zkeCSI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ChLVPedtcXo/s320/IMG_3434.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215035307071506722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#CAF99B;"&gt;"Love the fish and chips/ 5-layer nacho dip/ country style chicken/ linquinni prawns/ barbecue spareribs and the carbonara"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SF-IsFUUEtI/AAAAAAAAAEc/vqZ9Ex5N2cw/s1600-h/IMG_3437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SF-IsFUUEtI/AAAAAAAAAEc/vqZ9Ex5N2cw/s320/IMG_3437.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215037184441324242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#CAF99B;"&gt;"My plate after few minutes of tasting everything, yum! yum!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SF-NdO3r4PI/AAAAAAAAAE8/YEdy3WgOxPM/s1600-h/IMG_3439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SF-NdO3r4PI/AAAAAAAAAE8/YEdy3WgOxPM/s320/IMG_3439.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215042426865705202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#CAF99B;"&gt;"PICTURES... PICTURES"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SF-OMkvWwGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/t9rReCqAoAI/s1600-h/IMG_3445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SF-OMkvWwGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/t9rReCqAoAI/s320/IMG_3445.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215043240190197858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#CAF99B;"&gt;"Lights and Coffee?!?! Awesome to keep you up!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SF-O1pHQ0iI/AAAAAAAAAFM/cV8hq2uwgTI/s1600-h/IMG_3449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SF-O1pHQ0iI/AAAAAAAAAFM/cV8hq2uwgTI/s320/IMG_3449.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215043945738850850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#CAF99B;"&gt;"Anna told me that I still look cool even if I feel so tired and sleepy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Next stop will be at the dampa-resto @ MOA... can't wait to try their dishes... aha! aha! But for now, have to activate my diet-mode again :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66B5FF;"&gt;thinkin' of "Don't Stop the Music by Rihanna"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915390075536962194-4259140980446830484?l=momikristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/feeds/4259140980446830484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915390075536962194&amp;postID=4259140980446830484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/4259140980446830484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/4259140980446830484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-been-while-since-last-time-me-and.html' title='Night-OUT'/><author><name>momikristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17093207300596675399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SDgdS61diwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jgpWc8KwcPY/S220/glamour.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SF-G-zkeCSI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ChLVPedtcXo/s72-c/IMG_3434.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915390075536962194.post-8264313619098604810</id><published>2008-06-19T13:35:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T23:33:18.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy days now get me down</title><content type='html'>It's been raining for a week now and I feel a lil' gloomy, I dunno why, I feel so weak and so tired and so sickly lately. I dunno if that is because of the weather or because of too much stress from work and at home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a kid I love when it rains not only because classes are suspended but because I have tons of memories to remember when it rains... mom cooking delicious soup for us, me and Kuya playing inside the tent, friends will come over, will stay in my room and will watch dvds all day long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the feeling of coldness when it rains, the thought of it makes me to feel sleepy and relax. So it's kinda weird why all of a sudden I don't like when it rains.. uhmmm mood swings, i guess... urghh!! i hate being a woman ;B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66B5FF;"&gt; thinkin' of "Bleeding by Leona Lewis" &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915390075536962194-8264313619098604810?l=momikristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/feeds/8264313619098604810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915390075536962194&amp;postID=8264313619098604810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/8264313619098604810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/8264313619098604810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/2008/06/rainy-days-always-get-me-down.html' title='Rainy days now get me down'/><author><name>momikristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17093207300596675399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SDgdS61diwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jgpWc8KwcPY/S220/glamour.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915390075536962194.post-6024860178651123889</id><published>2008-06-16T15:37:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:01:20.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unanswered</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SFYYWYBoZeI/AAAAAAAAAEE/0PYU_QRCkQw/s1600-h/181898954.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SFYYWYBoZeI/AAAAAAAAAEE/0PYU_QRCkQw/s200/181898954.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212380391413409250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's starting to sink in that what I felt last month was just an attraction, nothing more than that whew! I thought I will be having a huge problem... Though, something is missing, I know I can be there for him as a friend and I know he is to me, so I will just settle for that fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God even if I meet &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"potential boylets"&lt;/span&gt; and even if few expressed their &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;intentions on being more than friends&lt;/span&gt;, I can still control myself of not getting involved to a more complicated situation... well I just don't want to do something stupid that I might regret afterwards and I don't want my kids to curse me if they learned that I did not behave. And sometimes, I'm just irritated to my husband because of his attitude, but inside of me... I know I love him no matter how many cute guys I'll meet along the way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFBBE8;"&gt; My mom told me that having crushes is normal, just have to know my limitations... and for that I rest my case&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HERE I AM by Air Supply&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; Here I am playing with those memories again&lt;br /&gt;And just when I thought time had set me free&lt;br /&gt;Those thoughts of you keep taunting me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding you, a feeling I never outgrew&lt;br /&gt;Though each and every part of me has tried&lt;br /&gt;Only you can fill that space inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So theres no sense pretending&lt;br /&gt;My heart its not mending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Just when I thought I was over you&lt;br /&gt;And just when I thought I could stand on my own&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby those memories come crashing through&lt;br /&gt;And I just cant go on without&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my own Ive tried to make the best of it alone&lt;br /&gt;Ive done everything I can to ease the pain&lt;br /&gt;But only you can stop the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just cant live without you&lt;br /&gt;I miss everything about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Just when I thought I was over you&lt;br /&gt;And just when I thought I could stand on my own&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby those memories come crashing through&lt;br /&gt;And I just cant go on without&lt;br /&gt;Go on without&lt;br /&gt;Its just no good without you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915390075536962194-6024860178651123889?l=momikristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/feeds/6024860178651123889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915390075536962194&amp;postID=6024860178651123889&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/6024860178651123889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/6024860178651123889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/2008/06/unanswered.html' title='Unanswered'/><author><name>momikristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17093207300596675399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SDgdS61diwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jgpWc8KwcPY/S220/glamour.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SFYYWYBoZeI/AAAAAAAAAEE/0PYU_QRCkQw/s72-c/181898954.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915390075536962194.post-8222627359588861908</id><published>2008-06-16T15:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:01:20.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad's tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SF9RzvEaWlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/GBBg-PzTTuc/s1600-h/father.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SF9RzvEaWlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/GBBg-PzTTuc/s200/father.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214976842768472658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As celebration of Father's Day, I bought cards for my husband wherein my kids will write their own message into it. I was expecting the usual simple "thank you" from him for the effort I made for this occasion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was surprised when tears fell into his eyes when he read my card. Yeah, the card I bought tells it all, how we sacrificed so much for the family... and how we struggle to be this far... etc... etc... I was also tear-eyed when I read the card. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will try to look for the precious card in my husband's treasure box and will post the pic as well as the message on my blog soon. I just realized my hubby still have the &lt;em&gt;"soft side"&lt;/em&gt; of being our &lt;em&gt;daddy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66B5FF;"&gt;thinkin' of "Of all the things by Dusty Springfield"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915390075536962194-8222627359588861908?l=momikristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/feeds/8222627359588861908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915390075536962194&amp;postID=8222627359588861908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/8222627359588861908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/8222627359588861908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/2008/06/as-celebration-of-fathers-day-i-bought.html' title='Dad&apos;s tears'/><author><name>momikristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17093207300596675399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SDgdS61diwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jgpWc8KwcPY/S220/glamour.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SF9RzvEaWlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/GBBg-PzTTuc/s72-c/father.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915390075536962194.post-1334800482874716855</id><published>2008-06-12T19:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:01:20.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>getting knoWn</title><content type='html'>I've been in the office for more than a month now, and it's kinda weird that I trusted someone to read my blog (Hi Raffy!!!) hehehe, and worst I even encouraged him to have his own addiction, yup! he has created his own blog now and I read his stuff and was surprised that even on the way he writes he's really straightforward on his opinion and ideas. I admired him as he speaks what's inside of him, no pretensions, he is just being himself. He always makes me laugh especially when he noticed that I'm glued to my computer...and staring at the monitor like a zombie...then this guy will just say something to make me back to earth again, yeah he is very funny, but he has also sumpong which is sometimes unbearable ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so for you my dear visitor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WELCOME TO MY PLACE BLUEDEVIL 101&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SFD9GxnZf7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/wVkddNRnBKM/s1600-h/thumbnailCAAEN1KF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SFD9GxnZf7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/wVkddNRnBKM/s200/thumbnailCAAEN1KF.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210943061707292594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both agreed that we can criticize each other on this site, hehehe, &lt;em&gt;don't worry dear, I'll be very gentle, bwahahaha!!! &lt;/em&gt;At first I was hesitant to have other people read my blog, but I don't care anymore because &lt;em&gt;what was written here are purely thoughts coming from an author who doesn't know how to write...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66B5FF;"&gt;thinkin' of "Lost without You by Delta Goodrem"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915390075536962194-1334800482874716855?l=momikristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/feeds/1334800482874716855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915390075536962194&amp;postID=1334800482874716855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/1334800482874716855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/1334800482874716855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/2008/06/why-why-why.html' title='getting knoWn'/><author><name>momikristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17093207300596675399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SDgdS61diwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jgpWc8KwcPY/S220/glamour.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SFD9GxnZf7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/wVkddNRnBKM/s72-c/thumbnailCAAEN1KF.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915390075536962194.post-1742042933994247183</id><published>2008-06-11T22:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:01:20.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>name Names</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SE_r_IfShfI/AAAAAAAAACc/dzgTLD2ICDY/s1600-h/101602288_2cacf66037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SE_r_IfShfI/AAAAAAAAACc/dzgTLD2ICDY/s200/101602288_2cacf66037.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210642763733960178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was having a hard time to choose a name for my blog, yea! I wanted to re-vise and re-customize what I have right now, but then, my mind is not cooperating urghh!! all it was saying was go to bed!!! sleep!!! there is next time to do that!!! ZZzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm really not in a hurry, like I said I will stay here for good, so maybe in the future I will come up with a "name" that will fit my world..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me post what's in my list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ "Mes Occulte Chambre"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (my secret room)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Simple Pleasures&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Let me BE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Bedtime Stories &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(err do it have to be wholesome)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Black Polaris&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (this was once my pen name when I won in an Essay Writing Contest)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Mixed Thoughts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Emotional Disaster&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Backseat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Unclear Thoughts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe next time I will have better names than those... but for now I will give in to what my mind is telling me... to go to bed and sleep!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66B5FF;"&gt;thinkin' of "Time of my Life by David Cook"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915390075536962194-1742042933994247183?l=momikristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/feeds/1742042933994247183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915390075536962194&amp;postID=1742042933994247183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/1742042933994247183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/1742042933994247183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/2008/06/name-names.html' title='name Names'/><author><name>momikristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17093207300596675399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SDgdS61diwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jgpWc8KwcPY/S220/glamour.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SE_r_IfShfI/AAAAAAAAACc/dzgTLD2ICDY/s72-c/101602288_2cacf66037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915390075536962194.post-7204361085099905488</id><published>2008-06-09T13:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:01:21.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a GiRL thiNg</title><content type='html'>My good friend Jem introduced me to a new kind of addiction... CLOTHES!!! She introduced me to this dressmaker who is &lt;em&gt;soo galing&lt;/em&gt; that she can create all the modern and fashionable pieces I like... she can copied even the complicated raffles and ribbons... here are the few pieces that manang have created simply for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wore this at Berenice's Christening&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SEy_W3NAoKI/AAAAAAAAAB0/tlJNIn1-vgk/s1600-h/alice-olivia-front-blouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SEy_W3NAoKI/AAAAAAAAAB0/tlJNIn1-vgk/s320/alice-olivia-front-blouse.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209749268457365666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My bigday outfit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SFDy6yi3XjI/AAAAAAAAADc/LsBMgBmHW6M/s1600-h/718007_fpx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SFDy6yi3XjI/AAAAAAAAADc/LsBMgBmHW6M/s200/718007_fpx.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210931860682006066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wore this at Zach's birthday party&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SFDzEtnB9-I/AAAAAAAAADk/WU_pMywCWUE/s1600-h/01311892_975.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SFDzEtnB9-I/AAAAAAAAADk/WU_pMywCWUE/s200/01311892_975.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210932031155992546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wore this when I had dinner date with hubby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SFDzrLyIY0I/AAAAAAAAADs/0IPt9jdX_5g/s1600-h/blackribbon.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SFDzrLyIY0I/AAAAAAAAADs/0IPt9jdX_5g/s200/blackribbon.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210932692090643266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will post more of Manang's creations next time... yea yea yea it's fun to be a woman :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66B5FF;"&gt;thinkin' of "Go Girl by Pitbull"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915390075536962194-7204361085099905488?l=momikristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/feeds/7204361085099905488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915390075536962194&amp;postID=7204361085099905488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/7204361085099905488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/7204361085099905488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-good-friend-jem-introduced-me-to-new.html' title='It&apos;s a GiRL thiNg'/><author><name>momikristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17093207300596675399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SDgdS61diwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jgpWc8KwcPY/S220/glamour.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SEy_W3NAoKI/AAAAAAAAAB0/tlJNIn1-vgk/s72-c/alice-olivia-front-blouse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915390075536962194.post-4010019821748896265</id><published>2008-06-09T12:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T23:29:09.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me-as-ME</title><content type='html'>Been a very stressful and tiring week for me... &lt;em&gt;have to do this, have to accomplish that, have to go there, have to call him, have to accompany her, etc etc etc... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;URGHH!!! &lt;/strong&gt;My head is spinning for all the taks I've been doing lately, (Account Manager/ Businesswoman/ Lawfirm Secretary/ Momi/ Wife/ Daughter/ Friend/ Listener/ Yaya/ etc/ etc/ etc... the pressure was very high, the time was too short... but thank God I was born with so much coolness that even with only 2 hours of sleep everyday, I can still function with a smile. And thank goodness to my husband for allowing me to go out with friends (even out-of-town trips)at least once a week so I can relax and release all the strezz within me. I know he understands that it's very tough to be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not complaining, &lt;br /&gt;I love what I'm doing, &lt;br /&gt;I love to work, &lt;br /&gt;I love to keep myself busy, &lt;br /&gt;I love to earn, &lt;br /&gt;I love to do many things while I'm still young, &lt;br /&gt;I love to meet different kinds of people, &lt;br /&gt;I love to travel!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes, I could really feel that my body needs to breathe, &lt;br /&gt;my mind needs to take a back seat, &lt;br /&gt;my eyes need to freeze, &lt;br /&gt;my hands need a massage, &lt;br /&gt;and my back needs a good rub, &lt;br /&gt;and to top it all, ME needs a warm hug. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that the people around me are also busy with their own lives, but I'm very happy because with just one text, with just one call, they will be there to make me feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have realized that I'm no longer the Tin that have simple dreams, like simple pleasures, aim for simple satisfaction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A life for me before was very simple, I just want to finish college and have work (no idea what kind of work as long as it is work). And before I don't even plan to buy my own house, or to travel at my own expense, well it's because fairy-good-mom is willing to help, as well as santa-pop, that's why I spend a lot to things even if I don't need them, I just want to spend that's all (very simple isn't it?!?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, I'm really different... &lt;br /&gt;my life now is so much different, &lt;br /&gt;my attitude and point of views are different... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but I love the new ME, responsible, patient and very CooL &lt;/strong&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66B5FF;"&gt;thinkin' of "Fast Car by Tracy Chapman"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915390075536962194-4010019821748896265?l=momikristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/feeds/4010019821748896265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915390075536962194&amp;postID=4010019821748896265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/4010019821748896265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/4010019821748896265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/2008/06/me-as-me.html' title='Me-as-ME'/><author><name>momikristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17093207300596675399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SDgdS61diwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jgpWc8KwcPY/S220/glamour.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915390075536962194.post-6174661094902372475</id><published>2008-06-04T04:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:01:22.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PARTY TIME!!!</title><content type='html'>A day before my bigday, my husband's friend Zomer held his kids' party at the clubhouse of our condominium. Hubby is in Isabela so I thought it would be okay not to attend the party, wala lang I just want to stay at home the whole day.. though it's only few steps away from our unit, hehehe very lazy girl. But then, hubby keeps on calling me, reminding me that party will start at 2pm.. that it will be fun, bring the kids and help them join the games blah blah blah, urghh!! I have no choice but to rush to the nearest mall to buy a gift and be back at home to prepare the kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, the party was soo soo fun, the decorations were cool and the magician was very funny, my kids had so much fun too, and the food was great...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bienne having her tattoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SEWv-Ko7TbI/AAAAAAAAABM/gVDi7Ns3xjI/s1600-h/IMG_3347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SEWv-Ko7TbI/AAAAAAAAABM/gVDi7Ns3xjI/s320/IMG_3347.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207762026666610098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alfons as "Joaquin Bordado"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SEWy2kFFvgI/AAAAAAAAABU/51dqb3LKm6E/s1600-h/IMG_3363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SEWy2kFFvgI/AAAAAAAAABU/51dqb3LKm6E/s320/IMG_3363.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207765194591550978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little Bea... can't get enough of her prizes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SEWzMhIFTII/AAAAAAAAABc/hXG5I1UArQ4/s1600-h/IMG_3360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SEWzMhIFTII/AAAAAAAAABc/hXG5I1UArQ4/s320/IMG_3360.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207765571755920514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spidey &lt;/strong&gt;(the b-day boy Zach) and &lt;strong&gt;MJ &lt;/strong&gt;(my Bienne)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SEWzqxpmY_I/AAAAAAAAABk/LFuGFlBtXFQ/s1600-h/IMG_3346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SEWzqxpmY_I/AAAAAAAAABk/LFuGFlBtXFQ/s320/IMG_3346.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207766091587544050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got home, my kids were hugging me, kissing me, shouting how much they love me and thanking me for bringing them to be party and be their yaya. I didn't realize that the simple favor of their dad would be a simple teaching for me that I am already a mom of 4 wonderful creatures. And before my bigday comes, I realized that I got the best presents a woman can ever have... to be a MOM &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66B5FF;"&gt;thinkin' of "Bubbly by Colbie Caillat"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915390075536962194-6174661094902372475?l=momikristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/feeds/6174661094902372475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915390075536962194&amp;postID=6174661094902372475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/6174661094902372475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/6174661094902372475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/2008/06/party-time.html' title='PARTY TIME!!!'/><author><name>momikristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17093207300596675399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SDgdS61diwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jgpWc8KwcPY/S220/glamour.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SEWv-Ko7TbI/AAAAAAAAABM/gVDi7Ns3xjI/s72-c/IMG_3347.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915390075536962194.post-3300211785077991429</id><published>2008-05-31T19:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:01:22.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SEE-Kro-5mI/AAAAAAAAABE/8sQijCnUBMs/s1600-h/IMG_3332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SEE-Kro-5mI/AAAAAAAAABE/8sQijCnUBMs/s320/IMG_3332.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206510997451236962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bigday will be on the 1st of June but have to celebrate it 2 days earlier as my new team wanted to take a dip after work. Have to be absent at work as I have to prepare the food and everything just to make sure that all will be okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt that they loved the food :) and I appreciate them for finding some time to go to my place and celebrate one of the special moments of my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, I learned to accept that I have to be me... me as a wife... me as a mother. All these years, I always dwell with what I have sacrificed and with what I gave up for the sake of love, and was expecting that I will be given something in return. Thank God, for making me realize that I was blessed with so many good things, it may not be the one I'm expecting but it is more than what I need...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, I promised to myself to be a better person, a better mom, a btter daughter and friend and of course a better wife. I dunno how to start, but I will try :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to me as I face another year of my life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66B5FF;"&gt;thinkin' of "For the first time by Kenny Loggins"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915390075536962194-3300211785077991429?l=momikristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/feeds/3300211785077991429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915390075536962194&amp;postID=3300211785077991429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/3300211785077991429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/3300211785077991429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/2008/05/another-year.html' title='Another Year'/><author><name>momikristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17093207300596675399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SDgdS61diwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jgpWc8KwcPY/S220/glamour.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SEE-Kro-5mI/AAAAAAAAABE/8sQijCnUBMs/s72-c/IMG_3332.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915390075536962194.post-5929475438968771710</id><published>2008-05-26T18:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:01:22.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye soon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SDqQdq1diyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/X6VxI8Td39I/s1600-h/thumbnailCA9E2OP9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SDqQdq1diyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/X6VxI8Td39I/s320/thumbnailCA9E2OP9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204631158769158946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I will definitely miss his presence, but at this time, that is the best thing to do, for two people to be apart to avoid unexpected situations, it would be difficult to forget everything, but I know someday, I will find the reasons why things have to be like this.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know I will go back to my old self again... soon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66B5FF;"&gt;thinkin' of "Why can't it be by Rannie Raymundo"&lt;/spam&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915390075536962194-5929475438968771710?l=momikristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/feeds/5929475438968771710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915390075536962194&amp;postID=5929475438968771710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/5929475438968771710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/5929475438968771710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/2008/05/goodbye-soon.html' title='Goodbye soon'/><author><name>momikristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17093207300596675399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SDgdS61diwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jgpWc8KwcPY/S220/glamour.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SDqQdq1diyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/X6VxI8Td39I/s72-c/thumbnailCA9E2OP9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915390075536962194.post-4031037487978718820</id><published>2008-05-26T01:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T12:14:54.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Addiction</title><content type='html'>I dunno what with this koreanovela that I got hooked into it... but it's really enetertaining watching this. Thanks to &lt;strong&gt;www.dailymotion.com&lt;/strong&gt; for uploading the series of Lovers, Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song: Go Hae&lt;br /&gt;Singer: Im Jae Bum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="220" height="170"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x5feiy&amp;related=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x5feiy&amp;related=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="220" height="170" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x5feiy_lovers-mv_creation"&gt;Lovers MV&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/liostyle"&gt;liostyle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915390075536962194-4031037487978718820?l=momikristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/feeds/4031037487978718820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915390075536962194&amp;postID=4031037487978718820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/4031037487978718820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/4031037487978718820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/2008/05/addiction.html' title='Addiction'/><author><name>momikristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17093207300596675399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SDgdS61diwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jgpWc8KwcPY/S220/glamour.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915390075536962194.post-8859310004797604771</id><published>2008-05-24T21:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:01:22.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I dunno</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SDgkka1dixI/AAAAAAAAAA0/0jrRM1JhLrI/s1600-h/lovers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203949577524054802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SDgkka1dixI/AAAAAAAAAA0/0jrRM1JhLrI/s320/lovers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I've been acting a little weird lately, looks like that I'm having what my friend Neng called a &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mid-life crisis&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/span&gt; the term sounds too heavy to understand, and yeah too complicated to handle... &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;On my first day at work, there was this &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;William DeVaughn look-a-like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;who caught my attention, not only because he is charming but the way he looks at me, it's like he wanted to melt me piece by piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We became close to each other, he is really sweet in his own simple ways, he always check on me.. if I'm okay or if I already ate my lunch, or how's my day going so far, blah, blah, blah... those simple gestures made me to admire him as a person... but of course I know my position right now, that's why even if one of my colleagues teases me that &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;she could feel that the bald guy has something for me&lt;/span&gt;, I just ignored the idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Not only because I still love the man I'm with right now, but I love my life what it is now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66B5FF;"&gt;thinkin' of "Tattooed on My Mind by D'Sound"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915390075536962194-8859310004797604771?l=momikristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/feeds/8859310004797604771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915390075536962194&amp;postID=8859310004797604771&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/8859310004797604771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/8859310004797604771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-dunno.html' title='I dunno'/><author><name>momikristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17093207300596675399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SDgdS61diwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jgpWc8KwcPY/S220/glamour.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SDgkka1dixI/AAAAAAAAAA0/0jrRM1JhLrI/s72-c/lovers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915390075536962194.post-1173795940451166656</id><published>2008-05-24T21:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T23:27:02.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Partee!!!</title><content type='html'>We had a &lt;strong&gt;blast &lt;/strong&gt;last week &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;as two of the former Account Managers will be leaving soon and as my pre-birthday celebration.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I only planned the event a day before... WOAH! thanks to my dad for lending his car as our service going to Antipolo. Why Antipolo?!?!? I dunno it just popped out in my mind when my seat-mate Raffy talked about overlooking... coolness isn’t it?!?!? Hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our original plan was to go to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Leonardo’s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;since pop said the food was great there, unfortunately one of the waiters looked irritated when getting our orders and he sound impatient as we’re having difficulty what are we going to eat since it’s our first time on that place. He should have recommended something or helped us in making a decision but then he might not have any training how to treat customers or worse, he might have his period that time ;p Because of his rudeness, and poor customer service, we left the place harharhar. I’m sure he’ll be kick out of the resto by his boss because of what we did, but what can we do, if we’re not comfortable dealing with him, and besides we went there to have fun not to understand his mood, stick out my tongue to him beeh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We transferred to &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lagarvista&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; a very cozy place but lack of people, but it’s okay as long as we enjoyed their food and their videoke thingy, we didn’t mind if we’re &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;bitin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;on what we ate, as long as we had fun. The overlooking was sooo romantic as the night begins, and the song that he sang… sounds like that there is something I have to know hahaha...Looks like I'm hallucinating again. Hahaha..&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt; silly me!!!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we decided to go to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;22nd St.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; a comedy bar recommended by a Arvin, free of entrance since we came very early. The original plan was to stay there for an hour so we could go home early, but because we enjoyed the gay performers so much, we didn’t notice that it’s already 11:30pm. I had a good laugh and I know my colleagues too, since no one reminded me of the time, all I could see was how they laugh out loud and how they cheer for our very own Edna and Edward when they performed on stage, it’s been ages since I laughed like that and thank God it became possible before my big day comes =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;For one night... I had the chance to feel important once again... had a hearty laugh even for just a couple of hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I never realized that the unexpected plan will turn out to be one of the few things worth remembering...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66B5FF;"&gt;thinkin' of "Umbrella by Rhianna"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915390075536962194-1173795940451166656?l=momikristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/feeds/1173795940451166656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915390075536962194&amp;postID=1173795940451166656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/1173795940451166656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/1173795940451166656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/2008/05/partee.html' title='Partee!!!'/><author><name>momikristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17093207300596675399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SDgdS61diwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jgpWc8KwcPY/S220/glamour.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915390075536962194.post-7655875827885244752</id><published>2008-05-17T22:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:01:22.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my FIRST</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SEyxfBujuGI/AAAAAAAAABs/f70KGev8bTE/s1600-h/butterfly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SEyxfBujuGI/AAAAAAAAABs/f70KGev8bTE/s320/butterfly.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209734015558596706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:##ffffcc;"&gt;It's been a while since the last time I wrote in a journal, when I was a kid, I was able to maintain a diary which I always write whatever happened to me within the day. When I reached high school, I renamed my diary as my daily journal. My journal knew who are my crushes, my hidden desires and my deepest-darkest-secret. Up to now, I still have those and I see to it that all my writings were kept in a very secured place, for one good reason it is to avoid being judge by people who don't know the real story&lt;br /&gt;I also had a blog before but have to delete it for security reasons, writing is not my passion nor a hobby, as far as I can remember I'm not good in writing, though I can express my thoughts clearly, still I'm not as excellent as other writers, but it's fine since I'll be the only one who will read this anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning to stay... no matter what happens, i'm back for good...&lt;br /&gt;since I'm really not a talkative creature wherein I'm not comfortable sharing my life with other people, I decided to make writing my outlet to unburden what's bothering me or to share who makes me smile.. &lt;br /&gt;That's why after thinking a zillion times, I decided to go blogging again, and this time, i'll see to it, that I will have fun writing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;thinkin' of "Alone by Celine Dion"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915390075536962194-7655875827885244752?l=momikristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/feeds/7655875827885244752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915390075536962194&amp;postID=7655875827885244752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/7655875827885244752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915390075536962194/posts/default/7655875827885244752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momikristin.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-first.html' title='my FIRST'/><author><name>momikristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17093207300596675399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SDgdS61diwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jgpWc8KwcPY/S220/glamour.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TFxCcTsi9U/SEyxfBujuGI/AAAAAAAAABs/f70KGev8bTE/s72-c/butterfly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
