<?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-2723307118927530161</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:59:17.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~i decide!</title><subtitle type='html'>--it's all about my thoughts...my life and your life too!--</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishiyul.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2723307118927530161/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishiyul.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mishiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03454027124469615921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2723307118927530161.post-7555930383632885925</id><published>2008-02-21T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T00:42:35.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;VERSUS&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Really...there couldn't be any single choice in this planet. We always get to choose between two things or sometimes even more than that. So I'd let you decide who or what you think deserves the title. Enjoy my post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;PRINCESS vs PRINCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img187.imageshack.us/img187/6995/chaekyunggw6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img187.imageshack.us/img187/421/eunchannx9.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Yoon Eun Hye played two roles in her recent and most smashing Korean TV series, Princess Hours where she played the role of Shin Chae Kyung, the girlish and fashionable Korean princess and in Coffee Prince, she played the role of Go Eun Chan, the boyish and pretentious "boyfriend" of a coffee shop owner. Really...how could she play such different roles? But then if I were to choose, I'd very much prefer the Princess "Chae Kyung"...she looks better being a girl than a boy. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;KOREAN FASHION vs JAPANESE FASHION&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img517.imageshack.us/img517/1241/koreankw8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://g.imageshack.us/g.php?h=517&amp;amp;i=koreankw8.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img517.imageshack.us/img517/1241/koreankw8.602f8a3b98.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img265.imageshack.us/img265/6137/japanig5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Korean and Japanese fashion...somehow they seem to have similar fashion sense. But somehow, I soo love Korean fashion. Whenever I get to see Korean movies or series, I always take note of what the main characters wear. It somehow shows preppiness and they somehow love to mix and match...which means, they're not afraid to experiment while staying on the simple side. Japanese tend to be more outrageous in their fashion sense. I say I get to choose Korean fashion more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;CHOCOLATE-CHIP COOKIES vs CHOCOLATE CAKE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img120.imageshack.us/img120/5075/cookiesio7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img120.imageshack.us/img120/5159/cakeac4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate-chip cookies or chocolate cakes...yeah...food buff me admits that they're delish~~yummy! But for me, I really love munching on chocolate-chip cookies. Hahaha! I simply love biting into it and savoring every moment...and you chew it. I mean, yeah cakes can be chewed too but the fact that it a "melt-in-your-mouth" taste doesn't satisfy me at all. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;AUTUMN vs WINTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img183.imageshack.us/img183/8773/autumnnr0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img120.imageshack.us/img120/7973/wintervj9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Two of the most romantic seasons for me...autumn and winter. Unfortunately, we don't have them here in the Philippines. Haha! But then I just simply love autumn. The falling leaves is just so romantic and autumn is also the time for college football...in the U.S..hahaha!!~~ You can stroll around, enjoy the crisp warm air and little showers in the night time and go on long bike rides. When winter, it would be really cold and there's nothing fun to do except for ski. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;SNEAKERS vs FLIP FLOPS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img143.imageshack.us/img143/7219/sneakerska2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img120.imageshack.us/img120/2562/flipshj2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sneakers and flip-flops...yeah, I say they could both be really stylish and comfortable. Even me can't decide on what to wear. I have both of them on my closet. But the closest thing to comfort for me is a good pair of girlish sneakers. It just goes along well with anything. You can pair it up with a good pair of jeans or anything and you can run easily with it. Whereas for flip-flops, it could be a hassle sometimes when it's raining or wherein you need a good run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;RIVERDALE HIGH vs PEANUTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img120.imageshack.us/img120/1047/archriverhigh65ct0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img257.imageshack.us/img257/5729/peanutsbm9.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Two of the most-loved comics of all time...Riverdale High starring the ever funny Archie Andrews and Peanuts starring good 'ol Charlie Brown and his loyal pet, Snoopy. I have been an avid reader of these two comics ever since I was a kid but I just love Archie and the gang. Hahaha! They're really funny and every episode of this comic is just simply hilarious and fun to read. Although I also love Peanuts...but sorry, Riverdale High rules!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;JEON JI HYUN vs HAN HYO JOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img257.imageshack.us/img257/2079/jeonjihyun115xk3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/6933/4669311333df44409catj9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Jeon Ji Hyun and Han Hyo Joo are two of Korea's most prettiest faces and most sought-after fashion label endorsers. Jeon Ji Hyun for Giordano and Han Hyo Joo for Crencia. I love them both, they're both pretty, gorgeous and fashionable. But I am sorry Jeon Ji Hyun...even if I like you so much but I prefer Han Hyo Joo when it comes to fashion label endorsements. She has this really cool aura that makes her really beautiful even if she doesn't try to be so dressy. But I still love you both!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;CINDERELLA vs BEAUTY AND THE BEAST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img297.imageshack.us/img297/4079/103cinderellamf9.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img297.imageshack.us/img297/7126/beautyandthebeastxc5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Both are acclaimed as the most beautiful love stories of all time. Both are Disney's most beautiful masterpieces. Cinderella...really popular, very fairy-tale like and could happen to every girl at anytime. Beauty and the Beast...really magical, romantic and musical. But for me, Cinderella is the best! I just love the story...despite all the struggles and hardships, in the end she still get to find her Prince Charming and that's every girl's dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2723307118927530161-7555930383632885925?l=mishiyul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2723307118927530161/posts/default/7555930383632885925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2723307118927530161/posts/default/7555930383632885925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishiyul.blogspot.com/2008/02/versus-really.html' title=''/><author><name>mishiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03454027124469615921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2723307118927530161.post-2370940745992819370</id><published>2008-02-20T03:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T04:03:26.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;RANTS AND RAVES EPISODE 3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;RANTS:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;♠ i soo hate life without school! as you know, i am not in school right now. it's because i am sick and i need to get some medical treatment before going back to school. the doctor said i should rest since my condition is not very nice. oh...i really really miss school and my friends and i miss my simple life of being a student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♠ i hate continous rain showers! i really don't know but a gloomy weather just seems to match my gloomy attitude...really grumpy me! and talking about rain, i can't go out because i might get wet even if i have an umbrella with me and my mom wouldn't allow me to go out anyway because she's worried that i might catch cold or something...coz i easily get sick. and muds...they freak me out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♠ i hate the thought of something...i don't really know what this something is. something that i see everytime i go to my grandmother's house...something that makes me mad, makes me wanna cry...something that i wanna kick out of my life as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♠ i hate people who talk crap about me! people who spreads rumors that are far from true and people who think i'm like this and that...and that i'm really stuck up. they make me so pissed and i wanna kick their asses out! could you please ask before speaking? don't judge a phrase when you can't even understand the whole sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♠ i hate the song "born for you" by david pomeranz. i'm really sorry to all his fans and to mr. pomeranz himself but i soo hate your songs. i guess all of it. although i can't literally call myself an anti-pomeranz but just the thought of his songs and everytime i hear it, i just wanna turn the radio off. i don't feel good at all when i hear his songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;RAVES:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;♥ if i hate david pomeranz songs then i definitely love this song by t-pain entitled low. i'm not really a fan of hip-hop dance music thingy but the first time i heard this song, i was like "whoah! cool!" and then i just find myself loving this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ i love my new book, stories for a teen's heart. i bought it in the bookstore. it's really heart-warming, inspirational and i find myself standing in every scene of the story. it talks about family, friends, encouragement, good times, making a difference and faith...straight from real people's pens and experiences. i wanna thank alice gray for compiling these wonderful stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ i love anne hathaway and meryl streep in the movie "the devil wears prada!" they're sooo cool and fun to look at...looking like a mother and daughter. anne hathaway has always been my favorite since the princess diaries while meryl streep, my friend loves her and i'm beginning to love her too! i also love the movie...so fashionable, chic and heart-warming...tracing from the story of anna wintour, the editor-in-chief of the american vogue magazine. who doesn't want to work for runway and wear all those fashionable clothes and all? well...i do! hahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ i love pizza! i don't really know if i've mentioned this before in the previous episodes of rants and raves but i just wanna tell you again that pizza is love! i love the thick crust, cheeze, mozarella and the toppings...really yum-yum! and i don't care if i have to spend php 200 daily just to eat pizza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ last but not the least, i love my hwang-ja! my namja chin gu...my boyfriend! he's really sweet, thoughtful, understanding but a nagger...often times. but when he nags and scolds me for being lazy or paranoid...it makes me feel really good inside and i go so "kilig" because it only shows how much he cares for me. i just wanna apologize to him if sometimes i'm being unfair or if i show my paranoia or if he thinks i'm not serious at all. he's got it all wrong because these feelings i have for him inside is definitely true and there's no need to question it. i love you! ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2723307118927530161-2370940745992819370?l=mishiyul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2723307118927530161/posts/default/2370940745992819370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2723307118927530161/posts/default/2370940745992819370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishiyul.blogspot.com/2008/02/rants-and-raves-episode-3-rants-i-soo.html' title=''/><author><name>mishiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03454027124469615921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2723307118927530161.post-1377676097348087812</id><published>2008-02-17T17:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:39:29.629-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LLqOui3ly50/R7jZKn2upDI/AAAAAAAAAA0/9PGf1gT5fnM/s1600-h/Blog+of+the+Month.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168119348928095282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LLqOui3ly50/R7jZKn2upDI/AAAAAAAAAA0/9PGf1gT5fnM/s320/Blog%2Bof%2Bthe%2BMonth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I got this award from &lt;b&gt;ZKEY&lt;/b&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Jeez!!~~ Thanks a lot dude! I really really appreciate it when people find my blog interesting and fun to visit to. I didn't expected this. *sniff sniff*...hahaha! I feel like I've won an Oscars Award...wow!! Really...thanks a lot! I'll make my blog more interesting and fun for all of you! I promise! And I would like to pass this award on to Misha and Neym!! Congratulations girls!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2723307118927530161-1377676097348087812?l=mishiyul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2723307118927530161/posts/default/1377676097348087812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2723307118927530161/posts/default/1377676097348087812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishiyul.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-got-this-award-from-zkey-jeez-thanks.html' title=''/><author><name>mishiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03454027124469615921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LLqOui3ly50/R7jZKn2upDI/AAAAAAAAAA0/9PGf1gT5fnM/s72-c/Blog%2Bof%2Bthe%2BMonth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2723307118927530161.post-6388329769481449721</id><published>2008-02-17T05:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T06:19:42.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;hahaha!! i didn't find anything interesting to do tonight and so i came upon blogthings.com and well...it's really great to find out some new facts about yourself. really! weeee!! these are just some new found facts about me and it really amazes me!! so i guess i should share some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Can Change Your Life, But It Won't Be Easy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/canyouchangeyourlifequiz/change-2.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;You really, truly want to change. You're just not sure that you can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need a solid plan, supportive friends, and a strong will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about times you've made hard changes, and what you did to get through them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A change is in your future - you just need a little help getting started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/canyouchangeyourlifequiz/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Have Good Manners 73% of the Time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howareyourmannersquiz/manners-4.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Your manners are quite excellent. You are well versed in etiquette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course you have the occasional slip up, but you even apologize with grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howareyourmannersquiz/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Candy Heart You Should Give Is:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatcandyheartshouldyougivequiz/heart-1.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;To: nico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: mishi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcandyheartshouldyougivequiz/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Your Hands Say About You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatdoyourhandssayaboutyouquiz/hands.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;You are logical, analytical, and rational. You have good verbal skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bold and daring, you're not afraid to change your life if you think it needs an overhaul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practical and down to earth, you're a doer not a dreamer. You rather get something done than think about it all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your emotions tend to be nervous and potent. Your energy - both positive and negative - deeply impacts your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoyourhandssayaboutyouquiz/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Style is Classy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/isyourdatefashionstyleclassysassyortrashy/classy.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;You've got class, and you know how to put together a guy catching outfit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're more likely to shop at Bloomie's than bebe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you style is looking like a million bucks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you're always do with your fantastic yet feminine wardrobe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/isyourdatefashionstyleclassysassyortrashy/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Japanese Name Is...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/japanesenamegenerator/girl.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Umeko Hojo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/japanesenamegenerator/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 80% Shy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howshyareyouquiz/shy-4.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;You are a very shy person, and it has started to impact your life in a negative way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can avoid human contact, you usually do. And as a result, you miss out on a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howshyareyouquiz/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Extroversion Profile:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howextrovertedareyouquiz/extrovert.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Cheerfulness: High&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assertiveness: Medium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Activity Level: Low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sociability: Low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excitement Seeking: Very Low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendliness: Very Low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howextrovertedareyouquiz/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Low Maintenance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouahighmaintenancewomanquiz/low-maintenance.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Otherwise known as "too good to be true"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're one laid back chica - and men love that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just remember that no good guy likes a doormat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you find your self going along to get along...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop yourself and put up a little bit of a fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouahighmaintenancewomanquiz/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People Definitely Like You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/dopeoplelikeyouquiz/like2.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;You are very well liked, and many people admire you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are friendly, well mannered, and fun to be around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, you're not perfect... but that's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friends are usually willing to accept you for who you are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What People Don't Like About You:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People don't like that you forget them easily. No one wants to be friends with someone who doesn't remember their name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People don't like that you put others down and like to gossip. They are worried that you also gossip about them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People don't like that you're not very interesting or engaging. You often bore them... and yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What People Like About You:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People like that you take responsibility for your actions and admit your mistakes. They appreciate your maturity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People like that you give them complements. You make people feel good about themselves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People like your self deprecating sense of humor and that you don't take yourself too seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/dopeoplelikeyouquiz/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who Should Paint You: Pablo Picasso&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatartistshouldpaintyourportraitquiz/pablo-picasso.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Your an expressive soul who shows many emotions, with many subtleties&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only a master painter could represent your glorious contradictions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatartistshouldpaintyourportraitquiz/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Michelle Means&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/name.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;You are confident, self assured, and capable. You are not easily intimidated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You master any and all skills easily. You don't have to work hard for what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make your life out to be exactly how you want it. And you'll knock down anyone who gets in your way!&lt;br /&gt;&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;&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;&lt;br /&gt;You are truly an original person. You have amazing ideas, and the power to carry them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Success comes rather easily for you... especially in business and academia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people find you to be selfish and a bit overbearing. You're a strong person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You work hard not to rock the boat. Your easy going attitude brings people together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, you can be a little flaky and irresponsible. But for the important things, you pull it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are relaxed, chill, and very likely to go with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are light hearted and accepting. You don't get worked up easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well adjusted and incredibly happy, many people wonder what your secret to life is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;well guys, this blogthings.com thingies just ends here. i guess they're enough for me to discover some new facts about me and for you to discover some new stuffs about me as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2723307118927530161-6388329769481449721?l=mishiyul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2723307118927530161/posts/default/6388329769481449721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2723307118927530161/posts/default/6388329769481449721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishiyul.blogspot.com/2008/02/hahaha-i-didnt-find-anything.html' title=''/><author><name>mishiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03454027124469615921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2723307118927530161.post-1618885348060774006</id><published>2008-02-17T04:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T05:23:40.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;duh!!!~~ i miss everyone!! i miss school, i miss my friends, i miss my usual routine on normal school days and i even miss even the silly things i see in school everyday. gossip-mongers on the school lobby, flirts hanging out everywhere and even geeks doing their usual busy life. hahaha! you just don't realize how important school is to someone who has been in school for 16 years...hahaha!! yeah...i counted it and it all summed up to 16 years...almost 17 since kindergarten up to the last school term i'm in. i often hate myself for being so sickly that's why i have to quit school to get some medical treatment somewhere outside the country. grrrr!! if only, i was healthier...i wouldn't be living my days so miserably like this. i feel so alone...left-out...totally pissed all the time! i don't even know if this is a normal feeling...a normal personality... i'm getting some disorder here i think. blah blah blah!!~ life...sucks! or so that's what i feel as of the moment. it sucks! it's unfair...unfair...unfair...biased...totally!! when i was growing up, i didn't wish for all of this to happen. i just want to live life normally...like before. whenever i wake up...i think about school, when i go to sleep, my last thoughts are of school. duh!! i can't even think normally now. i go so crazy...insane!! blah blah blah!!~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huhuhu...i miss my friends...my very very good friends! i want to spend school days with them again, go to the park with them and eat pizza, study with them in the library even if that means spending the whole time talking about nonsense stuffs, arguing with them during case sharings or case presentations, spending sleepless nights with them, hang out with them in the school lobby or in the cafeteria, sharing the latest gossips with them, listening to their everyday rants and raves, and so so many good times with them. there is nothing i so want to do right now but wear my school uniform again and go to class! learn new stuffs...meet new people...make new memories that would surely last a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i find it funny...how could i ever live without school? when i grow old of school, when i'm through with being a student, when i'm a professional...will i ever imagine myself that way? really funny! hahaha!! but yeah...i know i won't be in school forever...it's just that i love the simple way i live of being a student. it's what everyone wants anyway right? and i soooooo love my school! super!! i wouldn't leave it for anything in this world...not even a billion dollars! hahaha!! ^_^ if only i could go back to time, i would change the way my health goes...i would be healthier if that's what makes me stay in school. time machine, anyone? but then i realized...this disease is mine and i might as well live with it and get the best out of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bottom line is that...i just miss school...terribly! *sniff sniff*...huhuhu...T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2723307118927530161-1618885348060774006?l=mishiyul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2723307118927530161/posts/default/1618885348060774006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2723307118927530161/posts/default/1618885348060774006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishiyul.blogspot.com/2008/02/duh-i-miss-everyone-i-miss-school-i.html' title=''/><author><name>mishiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03454027124469615921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2723307118927530161.post-1218829913722696579</id><published>2008-02-12T23:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:39:29.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LLqOui3ly50/R76Rz32upII/AAAAAAAAABk/KESQH2bnrZg/s1600-h/1_682225044l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169729742620763266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LLqOui3ly50/R76Rz32upII/AAAAAAAAABk/KESQH2bnrZg/s400/1_682225044l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;crazy me!posing like a pro in front of the camera~! oh well, it's not really that cool as the ones compared to kim chiu or maja salvador...lah blah blah! but at least, i could be in! like maybe one day i could beat them out! but who cares? i don't want to be labeled as one of them. i'm just me and this is just as good as it's gonna get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2723307118927530161-1218829913722696579?l=mishiyul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2723307118927530161/posts/default/1218829913722696579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2723307118927530161/posts/default/1218829913722696579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishiyul.blogspot.com/2008/02/crazy-me-posing-like-pro-in-front-of.html' title=''/><author><name>mishiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03454027124469615921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LLqOui3ly50/R76Rz32upII/AAAAAAAAABk/KESQH2bnrZg/s72-c/1_682225044l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2723307118927530161.post-7184350470091262075</id><published>2008-02-12T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:39:29.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LLqOui3ly50/R7KDC32upBI/AAAAAAAAAAk/x3HIKdpaZNE/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166335807923856402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LLqOui3ly50/R7KDC32upBI/AAAAAAAAAAk/x3HIKdpaZNE/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;me and shannah...we've been friends for like our whole lives now. we've known each other since grade school and eventually we go to the same school until high school. but in college, we got separated since she got the chance to go abroad to study. we were more than just best friends, we're sisters! we treat each other like sisters. we share almost everything. our families knew each other, half of our clothes are in each other's closet, we had our toothbrushes in each other's bathrooms, we share the same things together. hahaha!!~ we had the same passion for clothes, books, our fave artists and all stuffs in particular! we're both into eating and shopping!! photoholics...yes we are labeled as one! although we are best friends for what seemed like forever, there are also times when we don't seem to get along really well. sometimes we have differing opinions but we never let those differences shatter our friendship and everything we've been through. shannah is very much like the sun...she just breaks out of nowhere and she is always cheerful and happy! while i am like the cloud...just flowing aimlessly and always sad. but then when we get together, just put on your earplugs because we never run out of things to say and we always get into trouble for having such loud mouths! in high school, we were put seats apart since we always talk and talk during class hours that it makes everyone annoyed! hahaha!!!~~~ we're always there for each other...all the time! distance couldn't keep is apart and we swore to live by each other's dreams or failures no matter what. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2723307118927530161-7184350470091262075?l=mishiyul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2723307118927530161/posts/default/7184350470091262075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2723307118927530161/posts/default/7184350470091262075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishiyul.blogspot.com/2008/02/me-and-shannah.html' title=''/><author><name>mishiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03454027124469615921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LLqOui3ly50/R7KDC32upBI/AAAAAAAAAAk/x3HIKdpaZNE/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2723307118927530161.post-5596909055390987638</id><published>2008-02-01T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T21:49:37.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THINGS I'VE LEARNED LATELY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Everyday, we always wake up to a brand new set of challenges, excitements, adventures and journeys. Everyday is an experience. To live up to the experience means we should always have something to learn from it. Everyday of my life opens up to a new set of experiences. Everything that happens always add up to something life has taught me. And so, these are just some of the things I've learned lately:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ looking people in the eyes is showing them respect&lt;br /&gt;♥ my sister is my friend&lt;br /&gt;♥ memories are a treasure you should never let go&lt;br /&gt;♥ i never want to get too big for a hug from my dad&lt;br /&gt;♥ sometimes you have to sacrifice a little&lt;br /&gt;♥ not all valentines come in envelopes&lt;br /&gt;♥ mothers have keen memories&lt;br /&gt;♥ love always wins&lt;br /&gt;♥ there are two kinds of tears&lt;br /&gt;♥ knowing that you have done something special for no other reason but "because"&lt;br /&gt;♥ a father's blessing is something of great value to pass along&lt;br /&gt;♥ books are like friends who share a little of themselves with you&lt;br /&gt;♥ change is inevitable&lt;br /&gt;♥ chocolate-chip cookies taste better as dough&lt;br /&gt;♥ you should never wait to tell someone why you love them&lt;br /&gt;♥ there's always triumph over tragedy&lt;br /&gt;♥ i can make a difference in somebody else's life&lt;br /&gt;♥ it's not how much your brain has developed or how many toes you have, it's how much your heart feels and how big a smile you wear&lt;br /&gt;♥ each day is a treasure box of gifts from God, just waiting to be opened&lt;br /&gt;♥ the greatest gift you can give to someone is the gift of yourself&lt;br /&gt;♥ this disease is mine and i might as well enjoy it and get the best from life&lt;br /&gt;♥ summer is my favorite season&lt;br /&gt;♥ friends don't always have to get along&lt;br /&gt;♥ there's so much more inside people we don't see&lt;br /&gt;♥ everyone looks for love&lt;br /&gt;♥ when i look up into the sky and through the leftover clouds, if i see one single bright ray of sunshine, it's going to be okay&lt;br /&gt;♥ friends are like newly found diamonds covered in dirt and coal&lt;br /&gt;♥ as our high-speed world asks you to log-on and e-mail a friend, talk to your friends, hug them, let them know you are there for them&lt;br /&gt;♥ on paper or in life, stains are hard to remove&lt;br /&gt;♥ nothing ruins an experience like a bad attitude&lt;br /&gt;♥ we've grown to cherish one another, not for what we look like, or how we act, or how we dress, but for who we are and who we are becoming&lt;br /&gt;♥ smiles can make your day&lt;br /&gt;♥ all little boys miss their mommies at bedtime&lt;br /&gt;♥ the stars shine brighter when there is no moon&lt;br /&gt;♥ everyone has something that makes their heart glad&lt;br /&gt;♥ chasing rainbows is like asking for something which is never meant for you to have&lt;br /&gt;♥ God can't fix a broken heart if you don't give Him all the pieces&lt;br /&gt;♥ my mother is not a tyrant&lt;br /&gt;♥ midnight laughing cleanses you&lt;br /&gt;♥ little girls need to feel pretty&lt;br /&gt;♥ having fun with someone opens the door to friendship&lt;br /&gt;♥ Christmas is love&lt;br /&gt;♥ God is good&lt;br /&gt;♥ hospitality simply means "the love of strangers"&lt;br /&gt;♥ when you're in the dugout, talk baseball&lt;br /&gt;♥ it's always better to give people the benefit of the doubt&lt;br /&gt;♥ no one can make you feel inferior without your consent&lt;br /&gt;♥ dog's eyes show their trust and love&lt;br /&gt;♥ people are precious&lt;br /&gt;♥ the "greatest of these" really is love&lt;br /&gt;♥ by not standing up for what i believe in, i'm letting the world around me rip away a little piece of those things i value most&lt;br /&gt;♥ when you realize you've made a mistake, the best thing you can do is tear it down and start over&lt;br /&gt;♥ when you hurt others, someday, someone might hurt you&lt;br /&gt;♥ college might not be what i imagine&lt;br /&gt;♥ sometimes you have to let people go&lt;br /&gt;♥ there is a time for everything&lt;br /&gt;♥ being challenged to grow is a good thing&lt;br /&gt;♥ every good deed you do will someday come back to you&lt;br /&gt;♥ some people are afraid to cry&lt;br /&gt;♥ heaven's got to be something special&lt;br /&gt;♥ coincidences are really "God-things"&lt;br /&gt;♥ love always trusts, always hopes&lt;br /&gt;♥ color don't matter&lt;br /&gt;♥ when i pray, coincidences happen. when i stop praying, coincidences stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2723307118927530161-5596909055390987638?l=mishiyul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2723307118927530161/posts/default/5596909055390987638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2723307118927530161/posts/default/5596909055390987638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishiyul.blogspot.com/2008/02/things-ive-learned-lately-everyday-we.html' title=''/><author><name>mishiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03454027124469615921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2723307118927530161.post-8953119797069253136</id><published>2008-01-16T22:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T23:00:41.592-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE THINGS I LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that everyone of us has a list of his/her own favorite things. Now who doesn't have one? It could be really pathetic. And I so believe that in this world full of chaos and so little love...we should still always appreciate whatever we've got. Simple things that make us smile...keep us sane and make us realize that life isn't that bad after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ thanking God for his unending love for mankind. we may sometimes forget and neglect...but having God first on the list...all the time...will always bring peace of mind and a sense of worth within you. i thank God for everything that i have...for He never forsakes me and for i believe that He will never leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ spending time with family is a must-must. filipinos have been renowned all throughout the world for having a close-knit with their family and all. i believe that spending time with your family...will make you realize that we're still lucky to have them. when the whole world turns its back on you, you still have them...so be happy!!! mom, dad and my sisters are just a few of the people who keeps me sane... ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ my friends are my treasures!! they always make me feel happy and they never fail to make me realize how lucky i am i have them with me...i sooooo am grateful for the friends i have...they never fail to make me smile and they never fail to encourage me to keep on moving when i feel like giving up. thanks a bunch peepz... (melot, kit, rosh, clyke, lhey, vhal, shido, kenan...etc)...too many people to thank...thanks a lot...really!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ having the chance to meet some people who may not always be there for me...but i am still grateful for having the chance to meet them because it makes me realize that there are just some people who you meet by any chances...it may be in a subway or in a bus stop...funny thing is...they still are a part of your life's history...even just for a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ my little sweet obsessions like my habit of indulging myself on pizza, my gadgets, my books, my blogs, my cyber outlets and all! it's good to feel a little happy and contented sometimes with the littlest things life has to offer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end this post...I say we really do have a lot to be thankful for...still more to come...still many chances to say thank you and be grateful...cherish them and make them your favorites!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2723307118927530161-8953119797069253136?l=mishiyul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2723307118927530161/posts/default/8953119797069253136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2723307118927530161/posts/default/8953119797069253136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishiyul.blogspot.com/2008/01/things-i-love-i-believe-that-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>mishiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03454027124469615921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2723307118927530161.post-9150619563729192623</id><published>2008-01-16T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T21:53:58.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THOU SHALL NOT...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♠ you know better than me&lt;br /&gt;♠ you can take control of my life&lt;br /&gt;♠ make me feel bad&lt;br /&gt;♠ hurt me...emotionally or physically&lt;br /&gt;♠ put too much pressure on me&lt;br /&gt;♠ think you can underestimate me&lt;br /&gt;♠ hate Big Bang and Super Juniors&lt;br /&gt;♠ steal...tehehehe!!&lt;br /&gt;♠ act like such a big flirt!&lt;br /&gt;♠ put on a show&lt;br /&gt;♠ make me feel six-feet under&lt;br /&gt;♠ talk crap about me&lt;br /&gt;♠ make me feel like i'm one big loser in this world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2723307118927530161-9150619563729192623?l=mishiyul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2723307118927530161/posts/default/9150619563729192623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2723307118927530161/posts/default/9150619563729192623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishiyul.blogspot.com/2008/01/thou-shall-not.html' title=''/><author><name>mishiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03454027124469615921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2723307118927530161.post-8075547594648269336</id><published>2008-01-15T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:39:30.318-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LLqOui3ly50/R42NdvTeVAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/o3ULjKJuvnQ/s1600-h/nicco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155932690462954498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LLqOui3ly50/R42NdvTeVAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/o3ULjKJuvnQ/s320/nicco.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;MEET MY HWANG-JA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I guess he really deserves a spot on my blog. He's my hwang-ja (my prince) and let me say some things about him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;♥ his name is Nico Alibanggo (he wants it to be spelled Nicco)&lt;br /&gt;♥ i met him last year and ummmm...eventually, we got close&lt;br /&gt;♥ he loves playing guitar and reminds me a lot of Aaron Carter...lol!!&lt;br /&gt;♥ he's thoughtful, sweet and really freakin' cool!!&lt;br /&gt;♥ he makes me feel really special about myself&lt;br /&gt;♥ he calls me gong ju, baby, bhe...hahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;♥ he loves to play DOTA and I don't know if he still goes online&lt;br /&gt;♥ he loves all the things I love&lt;br /&gt;♥ he's a sucker for Spring Waltz...haha!! He says he's the other side of Chris&lt;br /&gt;♥ he has a bunch of cool friends&lt;br /&gt;♥ he has two backstreet boy brothers...bwahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;♥ his family owns a school...yeah...&lt;br /&gt;♥ he always makes me smile...all the time&lt;br /&gt;♥ he makes me realize that I can always feel good about myself&lt;br /&gt;♥ he showed me the good side of life&lt;br /&gt;♥ he ended up travelling into my heart... ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2723307118927530161-8075547594648269336?l=mishiyul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2723307118927530161/posts/default/8075547594648269336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2723307118927530161/posts/default/8075547594648269336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishiyul.blogspot.com/2008/01/meet-my-hwang-ja-i-guess-he-really.html' title=''/><author><name>mishiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03454027124469615921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LLqOui3ly50/R42NdvTeVAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/o3ULjKJuvnQ/s72-c/nicco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2723307118927530161.post-5435622168447336528</id><published>2008-01-13T17:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T17:30:17.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;WHY ME?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;This question just often pops into my head. Question like "Why me?" Yeah...I often wonder I am the person that I am, why I get to meet the people I know, why I get to have some chances in life that others don't have and why I sometimes hate and love my life. WHY ME? Well...the answer could probably anything but simply because "This is my fate." I often get confused with fate and destiny. Whatever~~~ I know that everything that's happening to my life right now and tomorrow will always be because for a special reason. But will I ever get to change the plans laid out for me? Ever since I was young, my life has already been planned... like when I grow up, I should be this somebody that everyone wants me to be. I appreciate it though but there are also times in my life when I get confused... really blank... of how I should conform to everyone's expectations without hurting anybody or myself. Right now...I feel like I'm walking aimlessly to nowhere...I don't know which place to go or what I'm doing is right. I know that it's not...I just want to get back on track again. I want to get back to my old self...I want to go back to the good old days...the happy days. If only, I could have a time machine, I will go back to the past and relive the special moments again. I may have take for granted the things I have in the past but if I have a chance to get back, I really promise I will make things right. Or it could be in my next lifetime...but I will make sure that before this lifetime ends, I will get to make things right again...I will pick myself up together...I will be that somebody that I've always wanted to be. I won't let anyone tear me down. No one!! The only thing to get the things you want in life...I just have to be myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2723307118927530161-5435622168447336528?l=mishiyul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2723307118927530161/posts/default/5435622168447336528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2723307118927530161/posts/default/5435622168447336528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishiyul.blogspot.com/2008/01/why-me-this-question-just-often-pops.html' title=''/><author><name>mishiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03454027124469615921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2723307118927530161.post-1361470794735433542</id><published>2008-01-07T00:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T18:47:52.084-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;MAG COVERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;While I was doing my usual net surfing, I came up on this site where you can make turn yourself into an instant cover girl of some of the world's most famous magazines! So with a few of my pics, I tried it and here's what I got. Hahaha!! Looking like a real cover girl though...I hope you like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img410.imageshack.us/img410/3193/mag1pv3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img521.imageshack.us/img521/6590/001vb7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://g.imageshack.us/g.php?h=521&amp;amp;i=001vb7.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img521.imageshack.us/img521/6590/001vb7.e2d34c3d2a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2723307118927530161-1361470794735433542?l=mishiyul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2723307118927530161/posts/default/1361470794735433542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2723307118927530161/posts/default/1361470794735433542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishiyul.blogspot.com/2008/01/mag-covers-while-i-was-doing-my-usual.html' title=''/><author><name>mishiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03454027124469615921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2723307118927530161.post-4311147313470320380</id><published>2008-01-04T02:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T02:51:27.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I FEEL SO BROKEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;An nyung!! It's been a while right? Tehehe...I am so sorry. I was just so fessed up with all my personal stuffs that I don't have that much time to update. Well...lately, hwang ja and I got into a little misunderstanding or something. And after that, we were like avoiding communication with each other. It was ok with me at the start but later on I realized that it's just so hard to cut it off without any reason. Dad was having a huge fit when he founds out that hwang ja always texts and calls and I can't even find a spare time to even reply. I really thought he's thinking that I'm beginning to ignore him now. But Dad will be leaving the week after this so I'll be free to communicate with him again. But he hasn't called me at home anymore...huhuhu... T_T I feel so sad and guilty because I mistreated him...I said bad things to him that hurt him so much. Oh gosh~~ I am so sorry hwang ja...I really really didn't mean it. I lose my mind because of him that I wanna kill myself...he's the one that I'm finding some inspiration in my life. He's like..."a bisyo na mahirap iwasan." Hahaha!!~~ A line from Arthur Choi of Coffee Prince...and know what's so typical bout the story and us? Well...since I'm calling him Hwang Ja...Coffee Prince' original name in the series is "Hwang Ja" (Korean for Prince) before Arthur decided to change its name. Lol!!~~&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is that I miss him a lot...really!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2723307118927530161-4311147313470320380?l=mishiyul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2723307118927530161/posts/default/4311147313470320380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2723307118927530161/posts/default/4311147313470320380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishiyul.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-feel-so-broken-nyung-its-been-while.html' title=''/><author><name>mishiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03454027124469615921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2723307118927530161.post-8080402195507669713</id><published>2007-12-29T01:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T01:56:37.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;CHRISTMAS SPOOFS!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this was the saddest Christmas ever...and well yeah~~ partly. But then, instead of being in a grave mood...my cousins and I decided to pose up for some spoofs! Funny pictures...me dressed up in an ancient Chinese costume with a funny beard on my face...hahaha!! And some some more pics of me~.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img293.imageshack.us/img293/2228/004xf4.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img293.imageshack.us/img293/7823/006ws6.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me got a really cute but lame looking big teddy bear last Christmas...huhuhu... T_T I thought it'll be a Gakuen but then it's ok. I still like it!!~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2723307118927530161-8080402195507669713?l=mishiyul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2723307118927530161/posts/default/8080402195507669713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2723307118927530161/posts/default/8080402195507669713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishiyul.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-spoofs-i-thought-this-was.html' title=''/><author><name>mishiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03454027124469615921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2723307118927530161.post-8174157625421588303</id><published>2007-12-20T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T21:11:33.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ACOUSTIC LIVES ON!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The past few years at the kick-off of 2004 up to the present has been a time for wide range of music scenarios. Philippines has always been a fan of soft, senti music we all fondly call as acoustic. So there goes MYMP, Nina, Nyoy Volante and the like. I have always been a fan of acoustic fendors and I go for the wider range. That is, to include my all-time favorite Japanese acoustic singer, YUI. She kinda' reminds me of the PDA Grand Winner, Yeng Constantino. At a young age of 20, yeah...we're of the same age...she has already been acclaimed as one of Japan's biggest paid talents. Her exceptional skills in writing songs and putting it into music is amazing! She also has this pretty and simple aura in her that makes people more drawn to her. One of my favorite songs of Yui is Feel My Soul. It is so wondefully made that it charted to the top of the music billboard in Sony Music Japan. The first time she went to Tokyo as a singer, she composed and sang Feel My Soul for her town where she grew up and learned how to be a real musician, Fukouka. The first time she auditioned, record companies were all in a scramble to let her sign in for a recording contract and she sang her original composition on the audition too which is "It's Happy Line", which is later included in her album. Yui has the spirit to keep acoustic fendors alive and she has the soul to touch lives with her music. Yui-chan...gambatte!! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img507.imageshack.us/img507/1342/yuigl9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://g.imageshack.us/g.php?h=507&amp;amp;i=yuigl9.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img507.imageshack.us/img507/1342/yuigl9.6695b4d63f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2723307118927530161-8174157625421588303?l=mishiyul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2723307118927530161/posts/default/8174157625421588303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2723307118927530161/posts/default/8174157625421588303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishiyul.blogspot.com/2007/12/acoustic-lives-on-past-few-years-at.html' title=''/><author><name>mishiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03454027124469615921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2723307118927530161.post-9148920901946434231</id><published>2007-12-20T02:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T03:17:50.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I don't have any other reason to post...it's just that I deserve to post. Lolz!! Well...seriously, I'm getting so "torete" now...paranoid!! But I love myself this way so...I guess I'll just share some of the attitudes that me and hwang-ja has. Why not? Ok...so to start:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img404.imageshack.us/img404/3857/mm17ri8.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MISHI:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~paranoid&lt;br /&gt;~simple&lt;br /&gt;~cute&lt;br /&gt;~friendly&lt;br /&gt;~sentimental&lt;br /&gt;~witty&lt;br /&gt;~a blabber&lt;br /&gt;~music lover&lt;br /&gt;~food buff&lt;br /&gt;~a blogger and writer&lt;br /&gt;~romantic&lt;br /&gt;~dummy&lt;br /&gt;~narcissist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img45.imageshack.us/img45/7782/niccwx6.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;NICCO:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~cute&lt;br /&gt;~paranoid na rin&lt;br /&gt;~dota master&lt;br /&gt;~yui lover&lt;br /&gt;~cool&lt;br /&gt;~romantic&lt;br /&gt;~sweet&lt;br /&gt;~thoughtful&lt;br /&gt;~nagger oftentimes&lt;br /&gt;~he's my aaron&lt;br /&gt;~funny&lt;br /&gt;~optimistic&lt;br /&gt;~drop-dead pretty boy...haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2723307118927530161-9148920901946434231?l=mishiyul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2723307118927530161/posts/default/9148920901946434231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2723307118927530161/posts/default/9148920901946434231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishiyul.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-dont-have-any-other-reason-to-post.html' title=''/><author><name>mishiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03454027124469615921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2723307118927530161.post-4892678059550207686</id><published>2007-12-19T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T22:13:33.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Some graphics done by my best friend Shannah...it's our pics wonderfully transformed into something really pretty and chic!!~~ Check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img209.imageshack.us/img209/2173/shamiyz6.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img171.imageshack.us/img171/5412/005vr0.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img170.imageshack.us/img170/3628/006cj0.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img170.imageshack.us/img170/1589/007ut4.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img143.imageshack.us/img143/5424/008ot5.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2723307118927530161-4892678059550207686?l=mishiyul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2723307118927530161/posts/default/4892678059550207686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2723307118927530161/posts/default/4892678059550207686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishiyul.blogspot.com/2007/12/some-graphics-done-by-my-best-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>mishiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03454027124469615921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2723307118927530161.post-5987710318080055258</id><published>2007-12-19T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T21:22:39.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img404.imageshack.us/img404/451/loveisbydichotomybf5.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Sa Rang Hae...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I don't know...kurraeso...sometimes he makes me think if I'm being too harsh or if I'm being inconsiderate towards him. Or maybe I don't just think he feels sincere. If he talks, he makes my heart listens but still there's this silly voices in my mind that keeps on mumbling that it's simply not true. I really wanna believe him...but I guess I'm only hurting him with the way I speak or with the way I treat him. I have the tendency to get paranoid and everything~ it's uncool! If love makes me paranoid, then be it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I wanna tell him he's special...he's everything my day has...he makes my world really going round...but I'm scared to tell him. Because I've seen things come and go and I just hope he's not one of those things. If he tells me he thinks I'm really special...then this big fat smile really wouldn't leave my face. Love...is beautiful! Yeah...it's a beautiful feeling...I remember the song "One Love" by Ji Soo... "I love you so...love is the beautiful one." Really...there could be no other thing as beautiful as love. But I'm a person who's not so knowledgeable about it...maybe because I've been hurt before...and blah blah!! If this is love I'm feeling right now...then "sa rang hae."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2723307118927530161-5987710318080055258?l=mishiyul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2723307118927530161/posts/default/5987710318080055258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2723307118927530161/posts/default/5987710318080055258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishiyul.blogspot.com/2007/12/sa-rang-hae.html' title=''/><author><name>mishiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03454027124469615921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2723307118927530161.post-7968621722180385980</id><published>2007-12-19T03:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T03:52:13.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;HWANG-JA &amp;amp; GONG JU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Haha!~~ How can you tell if you like someone? Or...love? I don't know. Is it the usual butterflies-in-your-stomach kind of thing or just a normal feeling? Lately...I've been stuck with such confusing feelings...about a guy who makes me feel weird...yet he makes me feel so special and happy. He's everything my day has....he makes even the gloomiest times a happy one. I don't know if he's sincere or not~~ if he is...then lucky me! Hahaha!!~~ Hwang-ja and Gong-ju...weird nicknames right? Prince and Princess...why not feel so royal about ourselves? Ok...let me introduce to you my hwang-ja...Nicco!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img262.imageshack.us/img262/3232/004zq1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img297.imageshack.us/img297/673/006ku0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2723307118927530161-7968621722180385980?l=mishiyul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2723307118927530161/posts/default/7968621722180385980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2723307118927530161/posts/default/7968621722180385980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishiyul.blogspot.com/2007/12/hwang-ja-gong-ju-haha-how-can-you-tell.html' title=''/><author><name>mishiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03454027124469615921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2723307118927530161.post-8391972500092686179</id><published>2007-12-02T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T23:13:45.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tomorrow's Way&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There are times when it seems like you're standing on crossroads and you don't even know which path to go. That's how I'm feeling right now. Before, I thought I was on the right track...but now, I'm not even sure which way to go. It makes me insane and confused and blah!!~~ I can't possibly say I love the way I'm living my life right now. Yeah...I can have the best things but I'm not happy. Life sucks! Really~~ I was so pissed with everybody...except for some. Some people are just making my life more miserable when it was miserable right from the start...huh! I just wanna scream on the top of my lungs and I just wanna run away...where no one interferes with my decisions and everything. I just hate people who think they know everyting about me when in fact..they don't! They don't know what I feel inside and it really turns me off!! Can I just hibernate somewhere for like a century? I just wanna go away and never come back...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Tomorrow's way of life..." What could happen to my life tomorrow? Could it be a lot better or a lot miserable? If it's the other way around then I hope tomorrow wouldn't com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;e.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2723307118927530161-8391972500092686179?l=mishiyul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2723307118927530161/posts/default/8391972500092686179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2723307118927530161/posts/default/8391972500092686179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishiyul.blogspot.com/2007/12/tomorrows-way-there-are-times-when-it.html' title=''/><author><name>mishiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03454027124469615921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2723307118927530161.post-6689194440165602176</id><published>2007-11-25T02:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T03:30:22.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;MISSING KUYA STAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Stanley Abellana...who could forget such a charming, kind and jolly person? He was the most kindest person in his lifetime...the kind of person you can always call as a "friend." Though we've only spent time like a month or two but the memories he left in me will always be remembered. He will always be remembered.&lt;br /&gt;It's been like one year since he left this world...since he passed away. I could never forget the day I found out about his death...it was Nov. 26, 2006 and I was really feeling too many weird stuffs. I couldn't believe that he has left us! The mere fact that we have just talked the week before made me feel so numb. How could it all happen all of a sudden? How could it happen to a person so full of wit and life from the start? To a person who has always been everyone's "kuya?" When he left, I felt like I've lost a part of me. He really made a big difference in my life by just being his friend. I will never ever forget the things he have taught me...the way he made me realize that life is not all about what I thought it is...that there is more to life than bitterness.&lt;br /&gt;Kuya...you are the best and you will always be my Kuya...in my heart and in my soul!&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy now? I'm sure you are...there's no doubt about that. I'll just think of you and all the good times and I feel stronger and much better. Thanks Kuya! I can never replace somebody as special as you. I miss you and I love you Kuya! We all love you...seriously! (Me, Kuya Cyril, Ate Mel,friends and family.) Heaven is so lucky to have you!~~ More like what we felt when you were still with us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2723307118927530161-6689194440165602176?l=mishiyul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2723307118927530161/posts/default/6689194440165602176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2723307118927530161/posts/default/6689194440165602176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishiyul.blogspot.com/2007/11/missing-kuya-stan-stanley-abellana.html' title=''/><author><name>mishiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03454027124469615921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2723307118927530161.post-8717965590834482297</id><published>2007-11-22T21:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T22:27:47.367-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;RANDOM THOUGHTS...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Lately, my mind is so pre-occupied with stuffs that my small brain cannot accomodate in one day. Call it random thoughts...lol! So I guess I wanna share to you some of these thoughts that's bugging me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- thinking of pizza and yummy pasta&lt;br /&gt;- thinking of watching my fave series on YT all day long&lt;br /&gt;- thinking of going to a faraway place and never come back&lt;br /&gt;- thinking of someone...&lt;br /&gt;- thinking of when my friend will come back&lt;br /&gt;- thinking of my school and how i'm missing it&lt;br /&gt;- thinking of my family&lt;br /&gt;- thinking of my blogs and how i'm gonna update everything&lt;br /&gt;- thinking of this cool song that i can't download&lt;br /&gt;- thinking of going to a creepy old school and make a documentary ghost show&lt;br /&gt;- thinking of practicing my mandarin skills&lt;br /&gt;- thinking of bungee jumping&lt;br /&gt;- thinking of my gadget that lost all its songs&lt;br /&gt;- thinking of sleeping all day&lt;br /&gt;- thinking of being in a different world...totally alone!&lt;br /&gt;- thinking of cebu&lt;br /&gt;- thinking of going shopping&lt;br /&gt;- thinking of visiting this place that i don't wanna go&lt;br /&gt;- thinking of seeing someone and spending time with that person&lt;br /&gt;- thinking of joining pinoy dream academy&lt;br /&gt;- thinking on how to make myself a better person&lt;br /&gt;- thinking of saving my tears in a bottle as a proof that i spend 1 litre of tears&lt;br /&gt;- thinking of laughing out loud with all these thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2723307118927530161-8717965590834482297?l=mishiyul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2723307118927530161/posts/default/8717965590834482297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2723307118927530161/posts/default/8717965590834482297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishiyul.blogspot.com/2007/11/random-thoughts.html' title=''/><author><name>mishiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03454027124469615921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2723307118927530161.post-5273170448495151631</id><published>2007-11-21T23:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T23:19:36.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NEW THINGS I LEARN EVERYDAY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;344 hours...&lt;br /&gt;...since my last post!&lt;br /&gt;...of staying home and doing blah blah...&lt;br /&gt;...made me realize you do learn something new everyday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;monday: 11.19.07&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can actually care for current issues like the super typhoon "lando" hitting iligan and putting it in a state of calamity...woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;tuesday: 11.20.07&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on cleaning up the house since the typhoon has got you stuck inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wednesday: 11.21.07&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on remembering significant moments like this day...a special person's birthday...gosh! i almost forgot to greet him...buti naalala ko...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;thursday: 11.22.07&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on discovering my inner spiritual desire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;friday: 11.23.07&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow...well...i still have to deal with it tomorrow...ashita...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2723307118927530161-5273170448495151631?l=mishiyul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2723307118927530161/posts/default/5273170448495151631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2723307118927530161/posts/default/5273170448495151631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishiyul.blogspot.com/2007/11/new-things-i-learn-everyday-344-hours.html' title=''/><author><name>mishiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03454027124469615921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2723307118927530161.post-6220333982726593238</id><published>2007-11-06T02:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T02:27:35.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;MY TOP LIST&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;3 THINGS I DO ON NORMAL SCHOOL DAYS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-wake up and look in front of the mirror with a smike&lt;br /&gt;-ligo siyempre...tehehe and brush teeth&lt;br /&gt;-have my earphones stuck on my ears while riding a jeep to school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;3 THINGS I DO ON WEEKENDS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-wake up late and eat breakfast late&lt;br /&gt;-cozy up in the sofa and watch TV&lt;br /&gt;-online surfing and blogging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;3 MOVIES I LOVE WATCHING&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The Princess Diaries (I love the story and the unique sense of fairy tale cliche in it)&lt;br /&gt;-My Sassy Girl (I guess I'm a sucker when it comes to romantic-comedy Korean movies)&lt;br /&gt;-Wishing Stairs (I just soooo love watching spooky movies especially late at night)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;3 THINGS MY PARENTS TAUGHT ME&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-never go home beyond 9 PM or else I'll sleep outside&lt;br /&gt;-never put up fights with my younger sister and be considerate to them&lt;br /&gt;-never spend long hours in front of the computer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;3 THINGS I LOVE TO DO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-write stories and read them as if I'm one of the characters&lt;br /&gt;-net surfing and wow and ooh at some stuffs&lt;br /&gt;-blogging and post what i feel, what i do, what i have to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;3 THINGS I HATE TO DO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-clean the house and wash the dishes&lt;br /&gt;-stay whole day at home&lt;br /&gt;-making "luto"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;3 THINGS I MISS DOING&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-go to the park and have pizza with my friends&lt;br /&gt;-laugh with my best friends at the school hallway&lt;br /&gt;-updating my Korean bloggie...I'm tired of looking for pics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;3 THINGS I'M DAYDREAMING&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-go to Seoul and wear a hanbok&lt;br /&gt;-meet my hwang ja (prince)&lt;br /&gt;-have my own Samsung Upstage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;3 THINGS I'M SURE TO DO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-graduate soon in 2009 and pass the Board Exam&lt;br /&gt;-go to a world tour&lt;br /&gt;-meet lots of people with different culture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2723307118927530161-6220333982726593238?l=mishiyul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2723307118927530161/posts/default/6220333982726593238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2723307118927530161/posts/default/6220333982726593238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishiyul.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-top-list-3-things-i-do-on-normal.html' title=''/><author><name>mishiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03454027124469615921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2723307118927530161.post-2864356510542455996</id><published>2007-11-05T02:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T02:30:40.794-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;IT'S JUST ME AND SHANNAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Last summer...me and Shannah met up. She's studying in Japan alright so we barely see each other. But last summer, we do met up again and catched up on a lot of things...stuffs like boys, foods, movies and some girly fashion tips. We went to the beach for a day out...just the two of us and oh! Her own personal "yaya"...nyahaha! We were wearing the same shirt color and even the same denim color while on the sea. Haha! Check these pics and judge who's prettiest. Lol~~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img340.imageshack.us/img340/6244/friends1mk1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img261.imageshack.us/img261/2435/friends3qd2.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img161.imageshack.us/img161/429/friends2pb7.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2723307118927530161-2864356510542455996?l=mishiyul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2723307118927530161/posts/default/2864356510542455996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2723307118927530161/posts/default/2864356510542455996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishiyul.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-just-me-and-shannah-last-summer.html' title=''/><author><name>mishiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03454027124469615921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2723307118927530161.post-619888910332593213</id><published>2007-11-05T01:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T02:15:07.451-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;THERE'S ALWAYS A FIRST TIME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yeah...there's always a first time. All of us have experienced the first things of every experiences we had in our lives. Although it may not appear to be really significant yet the thought that it is to be treasured counts for everything happens the first time. Like first kiss...first love...first date...first whatever. Haha! I also have my own list of first things. And here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;FIRST DAY IN COLLEGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Of course! This is the day marking my sign of being in a totally different world. My first day in college was hilarious! I had my mom with me because I just came from the hospital at those times and I was sick for what seemed like one month. Hmmm...not really sick. Just isolated for my medication. Then there were a lot of students in the school gate and I guess our batch, the fresh high school grads of 2004 were among the most numerous to ever enter the Nursing Department of MSH-CMAFi and there were like 17 sections in all. I belonged to the fourth! Hmmm...I didn't know what to do there so my mom was the one who was asking questions and guiding me then I met my first friend and we go to class together. But then it so happened that we have no class for the day so me and my new friend, Reen, went out to eat burger instead...nyahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;FIRST JOB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ok...as of the moment, I'm still a student. But I do had my first job back in high school. It was summer break and I would usually spend my whole summer in my room...snoring or watching TV since I'm not really allowed to go out that much. Then my cousins came along to have their vacation with us. They were like active and always on the go for adventure. So they tagged me along with them to DENR where we had our first summer job as "nature keepers." We planted trees, watered the plants and did a clean-up of the community. Whew! The blazing heat of the sun didn't matter...I enjoyed it and we got 3,500 pesos at the end of the summer job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;FIRST CLASSIC MOVIE I'VE WATCHED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The first oldies movie I've watched in my entire life is "Sound of Music." It was shot sometime in the year 1950's and it's a heart-warming, family, musical movie. The genre is very well acceptable and I really enjoyed the whole movie especially the cool songs such as the "Doe a deer...a female deer..." stuff like that. Haha! Until now...I still watch the movie and I've seen it when I was about five years old and I've memorized all the songs and the lines. I'll never get tired watching it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;FIRST DATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Hmmmm...it happened when I was in my sophomore year in high school. It was Christmas Break and me and my cousin together with some girl friends went to the recreational area for a girls' night out. Then when we got there...I was really shocked when I saw my crush with his boy friends at the same place. So I was hesitant to get inside since everyone is starting to holler and cheer and teasing us. Then he came up to me and said "Hi!" So I said hi back too. Then everyone was pushing us to sit together and we talked. Lol! Swear...it's cheesy and I believe it's puppy love. But it's the first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;FIRST HEARTBREAK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;First heartbreak...oh mo! It seems so hard to forget it. I was also in high school when this happened. Our Arts Class teacher told us to make a Christmas card for special people. So I made some for my friends, my family and my crush. Then I gave it to him with the Christmas spirit inside me. Well...I guess, he doesn't have an idea of what Christmas is because he tore my card and threw it in front of me. The saddest thing is that I thought he like me all along. I guess I was too assuming and it hurts me a lot for him to treat me that way. Huhuhu...T^T So I swear I'll never assume something unless I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;FIRST REAL BEST FRIEND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;My first real best friend's name is Shannah. She's the prettiest and most popular girl back in high school and I thought she was snob or something...maarte. But then I found out that nobody liked her despite her beautiful aura...I guess they're just jealous of her. She's always alone so I made friends with her. We became really close and do stuffs together...we shop together, have our hair done together, buy the same clothes and accessories and even sleep at each other's place. We shared a lot of happy and sad memories together and I will never ever throw those memories away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;FIRST LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Oh...first love! Who can forget that? My first love is nothing really romantic. I mean, we don't have anything special. I'm not even sure though if he likes me but I am sure I like him. But as of the moment, I don't know. I guess because I'm liking someone else already. I met him in college...he's really cool with his spike hair and cute eyes. I really love the way he smiles and the way he talks...he sounds so smart! He's my first love because for four years, I still feel the same way for him...the same way I felt on the very first day I laid eyes on him. But...now, I don't know. I've been confused lately and I guess I'll just have to wait for that guy who will truly love me...with no pretensions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;FIRST TEARS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Yeah...I do have those tears when I was a baby. But I am referring to the first real tears I've felt with real emotions. I was in college and you see, I'm so attached with my school, my friends, everyone that it's hard for me to leave them behind. It's because I have to go somewhere...and I'll be really sad when I leave. I just can't go and leave them behind. Even though I want to hear them say, "Mishi! Don't go!" But then I have to...I don't have a choice as of the moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2723307118927530161-619888910332593213?l=mishiyul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2723307118927530161/posts/default/619888910332593213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2723307118927530161/posts/default/619888910332593213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishiyul.blogspot.com/2007/11/theres-always-first-time-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>mishiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03454027124469615921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2723307118927530161.post-3416376748155048875</id><published>2007-10-23T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T18:23:43.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;IT'S NOT MY DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Yeah...it's not my day...definitely. These past two days have been one hell of a mess. It was enrollment day and then I had to comply with this ugh!! Never mind...I'm just so worried. Worried about school stuffs and all that. Because you see, I do care a lot about my grades and definitely, I would want them all to be the way I expect them to be. Actually, pumasa naman ako...but something's there that I can't change but I know I can solve this. Tomorrow...I promise you all bloggers...I'll be officially enrolled. Promise! I won't give up!! Aja!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2723307118927530161-3416376748155048875?l=mishiyul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2723307118927530161/posts/default/3416376748155048875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2723307118927530161/posts/default/3416376748155048875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishiyul.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-not-my-day-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>mishiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03454027124469615921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2723307118927530161.post-7101231317153747879</id><published>2007-10-17T03:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T03:37:50.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;PROMISE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;For the past few months, I've spent sleepless nights worrying and doing my best to pass my subjects this semester. It's because I'm really determined. And so when the semester ends, it was like ugh! I was so nervous of what would be the outcome of my hard work...if you can call it that way. Hmmmm...when I was finally able to see my grades..it was a huge sigh of relief. Because yeah! I was able to do it! Finally...the fruit of my hard work!~~~ And so I made some lists of promises for the next semester...to do better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;-be punctual in class next time to avoid extension duties at the end of the sem&lt;br /&gt;-be more friendly with my classmates&lt;br /&gt;-act like a real college student&lt;br /&gt;-be more responsible and mature&lt;br /&gt;-think before doing something&lt;br /&gt;-never jump into conclusions&lt;br /&gt;-always prioritize my studies first&lt;br /&gt;-spend money wisely&lt;br /&gt;-always have extra money for pizza&lt;br /&gt;-listen to my clinical instructors and pay attention in class&lt;br /&gt;-study study study...pray pray pray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Think I can do it? Why not? I always believe in myself. Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2723307118927530161-7101231317153747879?l=mishiyul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2723307118927530161/posts/default/7101231317153747879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2723307118927530161/posts/default/7101231317153747879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishiyul.blogspot.com/2007/10/promise.html' title=''/><author><name>mishiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03454027124469615921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2723307118927530161.post-3650773046342048812</id><published>2007-09-13T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T23:21:14.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;나는 아직도 당신을 사랑하고 있다&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;4 년이고 나 자신에게 이 감각을 숨기는 것은 총계로 지금 낙상한다. 나는 나가 그를 위해 느끼는 무슨 고죄하기 용기가 없기 때문에 everytime I는 그를 의 나의 심혼 다만 부유물 눈물에 잠겨 본다. 그것은 다른 "여아이기 위하여 낙상한다." 나가 지 왜 말하십시오 다른 "여아를?" 그것은 그는 그의 심혼 안쪽에 누군가 다른 사람이 있고 저 누구는 나의 것인 것을 바라는 i've 4 년간 그의 심혼을 소유하는 사람다는 것을 나가 알고 있기 때문이다. 어쩌면 다만 그를 바라는 i'm는 너무 단단한 모든 이들 시기를 정한다 그러나 이것이 "첫번째 사랑 결코."는 죽지 않는다는 것을 그들이 말하는 무슨다는 것을 나는 짐작한다.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;그러나 그는 모른ㄴ다는 것을 그러나 비록 그가 저를 낙상하더라도, 나는 다시 후에 도는 시간 동안 지금 막 항상 바랄 것입니다. 그 때 나가 저를 주의해 그 없이 그를 항상과 자유롭게 응시해 좋기 때문에 그 없이 생각 i'm 그 사랑에서 인 다만 어떤 여아. 아무 경계도 알고 있지 않는 여아 그러나 다만 비록 낙상하더라도 나의 심혼이 항상… 속삭이고 있는 사람을 사랑하기 위하여.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Translation:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm Still Loving You&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;It's been four years now and hiding these feelings to myself totally hurts now. everytime I see him, my heart just floats in tears because I don't have the courage to confess what i feel for him. it hurts to be the other "girl." Why did I say the other "girl?" It's because i know he has someone else inside his heart and that someone is the one who owns his heart which for four years I've been wishing to be mine.  Maybe I'm just wishing for him too hard all these time but i guess this is what they say "first love never dies."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;But even if he hurts me and though he doesn't know, I would just always wish for the time to turn back again. Because then I can always stare at him freely without him noticing me and without him thinking I'm just some pathetic girl who is in love with him. A girl who knows no bounds but just to love the person my heart is always whispering to...even if it hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2723307118927530161-3650773046342048812?l=mishiyul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2723307118927530161/posts/default/3650773046342048812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2723307118927530161/posts/default/3650773046342048812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishiyul.blogspot.com/2007/09/4.html' title=''/><author><name>mishiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03454027124469615921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2723307118927530161.post-5620967457715899745</id><published>2007-09-11T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T04:08:43.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY HATCH DAY!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Oh yeah!! It's my hatch day...my birthday!! September 11 may not be a cool date for some Americans due to the World Trade Center tragedy 7 years ago or something. But even if I felt sad for them...I can't possibly hate this day! I was born today and my parents are obviously really happy that I've reached this stage of my life. Hmmm...my birthday celebration is kinda' simple. I just treat my friends for a pizza and my family prepared something simple yet sweet for me and that's enough. I can never ask for anything else...I'm thanking God for the blessings and for the guidance He had gave me all these years. I'm now 20 and I know I'm now old enough...but not mature enough...I guess...to do things my way. I still need their protection and guidance in everything. I know I'm a kid no more but then I will always be young at heart and I will never ever for a second think that I'm getting older. Haha!! And besides, people from Neverland never grow old. And me is one of them!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2723307118927530161-5620967457715899745?l=mishiyul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2723307118927530161/posts/default/5620967457715899745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2723307118927530161/posts/default/5620967457715899745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishiyul.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-hatch-day-oh-yeah-its-my-hatch.html' title=''/><author><name>mishiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03454027124469615921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2723307118927530161.post-8783365175325164592</id><published>2007-08-15T03:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T03:25:06.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;THE BEST DAMN MISHI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"THE BEST DAMN MISHI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;...well, maybe you are thinking I'm having some major rants here again. Oh well~~ maybe yeah! Have you ever told yourself you're never going to do something stupid again? But then you always seem to break that promises over and over again? Well...me is always doing that. When I do something stupid, I would really hate myself and I would promise and even swear that I wouldn't do the same thig again. But hands up! I can't even keep it. I can't even make things better. I guess I'm not just a keeper...I'm a big loser!!! Huhuhu...T^T&lt;br /&gt;When can I ever instill in my mind that I shouldn't do silly stuffs again? Ok guys, maybe you're having some dirty thoughts here but hey! I'm telling you...those thoughts are off-limits! Me is innocent! It's all about some girly secrets or school stuffs that my mouth couldn't just keep. Maybe I'm spreading words because I know it's an advantage for me since I'm the one who will get the benefit. But I promised to my best friend that I wouldn't tell a word. Oh~~!! Me hates myself! I will really start putting in my mind that secrets are secrets! Nothing should come out between the walls! Ok Mishi...do it! Hush! Quiet!! Phheeeeewww~~ for a girl like me who's fond of sharing...secrets are never secrets! I don't know why I find it cool to spread out things. Dumb me!! T^T But you know what...despite the guilt...I feel so relieved to let it out. Shocks! Me is really silly!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh well...just call me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"THE BEST DAMN MISHI!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2723307118927530161-8783365175325164592?l=mishiyul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2723307118927530161/posts/default/8783365175325164592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2723307118927530161/posts/default/8783365175325164592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishiyul.blogspot.com/2007/08/best-damn-mishi-best-damn-mishi.html' title=''/><author><name>mishiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03454027124469615921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2723307118927530161.post-4986225187239981590</id><published>2007-08-09T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T00:56:39.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BACK TO THE GOOD OLD DAYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Today is August 08, 2007 and it's our second day of duty for the geriatric care. We went to the Home for the Aged this morning at exactly 5:15 AM. Pheeeww!! I really had a hard time opening up my eyes this morning when my mom woke me up at 4:00 AM. Gee!!~~ Then me and my classmates met up at the school gate and we ran all the way to the lobby since during the pre-conference we agreed that the last person to come to school on this day would be the one who will clean the comfort room and the bedside commodes of the elderlies. Haha!! It was really funny!&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived there, we assisted the elderlies with their morning bath sessions. My patient was a 60-year-old pure Chinese "Lola" named Roseta Chan. As I was assessing her, I've found out that she came from a very rich Chinese family. Unfortunately, she lost her parents and siblings in a fire that left her all alone with her older brother. It was really sad and the staffs told me that I shouldn't let her speak for too long since she has this tendency of over-talking at night and she may have nervous breakdown if she can recall the past. Huhuhu...T^T It was really sad to hear it.&lt;br /&gt;During our exposure there, there are a lot of things about life that I realized. Like this certain "Lolo", one side of his body is paralyzed and no one even bothered to assist him the whole time we were there. Me, the soft-hearted me, went up to him and assisted him until he felt ok. I can always imagine stuffs like "what if my parents are in a home for the aged care center and nobody would even dare to take care of them?" It's really sad in some way. They're parents too and the thought of them sacrificing for their children but they never even dared to show care and love to their parents in return is too annoying for my part. It's soooooo unfair! Even if they're old, they may have the tendency to be senile or useless in some ways but they're still worth your love and care. They deserve to be loved and cherished all the time since they made us feel that kind of stuffs way back before. A little love and appreciation won't hurt anyway, right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2723307118927530161-4986225187239981590?l=mishiyul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2723307118927530161/posts/default/4986225187239981590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2723307118927530161/posts/default/4986225187239981590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishiyul.blogspot.com/2007/08/back-to-good-old-days-today-is-august.html' title=''/><author><name>mishiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03454027124469615921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2723307118927530161.post-3196303212663079143</id><published>2007-08-08T04:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T00:57:17.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A DAY OF TEARS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;An nyung! Ok! Yesterday was my free time so I went to school for my complying my clearance for midterms. Then something happened. I found out something that shook the hell out of me. Something that would remain within my mind for the rest of the semester I guess. But I just hope that it wouldn't really happen. That chances are still there. I can't really say what it's all about. I just have to keep it to myself for now...but I promise that it would never happen. Never!! Shiro!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also a boring week for me. I haven't seen my special "friend" for days now. I don't know why.~~ It's so unusual since we always get to see each other often. Oh mo!! Maybe me just misses him. Gosh!! Whatever...it seems like everyday is the end of the world for me. I know God is good. He would hear my prayers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2723307118927530161-3196303212663079143?l=mishiyul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2723307118927530161/posts/default/3196303212663079143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2723307118927530161/posts/default/3196303212663079143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishiyul.blogspot.com/2007/08/day-of-tears-nyung-ok-yesterday-was-my.html' title=''/><author><name>mishiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03454027124469615921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2723307118927530161.post-8126653924656994511</id><published>2007-07-29T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T19:34:17.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;MISHI'S SKED:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;An nyung!! Oh mo!! ~~ Bo go shippeoda! I miss blogging a lot and it's been like months since I last updated my blogger account. Ok, to start, me is really really busy these days that I couldn't find a spare minute to relax and chill out in front of the computer. It's because every minute counts in the Level 3 department and that means you have to be really really serious in your studies coz if you don't, then probably you'll flunk. But me doesn't like flunking so I have to do my best...all my best to pass!! No matter what it takes...I have to do this! Aja! Ok...so here's my schedule so you, my blogger friends, wouldn't wonder where in the world is Mishi. I also included my previous skeds for this semester.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;June 13- Level 3 Orientation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;June 14- Perception and Coordination (theory)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;June 17- Metabolism (theory)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;June 18-22- Human Development Across the Life Span: Week 1 (theory)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;June 24- Metabolism (theory)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;June 25- Health and Wellness (theory)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;              - Stress and Illness (theory)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;June 26- Inflammation and Immunity (theory)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;              - Cellular Aberration (theory)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;June 27- Fluids and Electrolytes (theory)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;June 28-29- Oxygenation (theory)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;July 2-6- CHN and RHU Simulation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;*July 5- Capping and Badge Investiture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;July 9-13- CHN Duty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;July 16-20- RHU Duty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;July 23-27- Human Development Across the Life Span: Week 2 (theory)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;July 29- Human Behavior (theory)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;July 30-August 3- Preschool Nursing Duty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;August 6-10- Home for the Aged Duty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;August 13-17- OR/DR Simulation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;August 20-24- OR/DR Duty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;August 26-30- Intramurals~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;That's it for now peepz since I'm not so sure of the rest of my schedule. But I'll be informing you...promise!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2723307118927530161-8126653924656994511?l=mishiyul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2723307118927530161/posts/default/8126653924656994511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2723307118927530161/posts/default/8126653924656994511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishiyul.blogspot.com/2007/07/mishis-sked-nyung-oh-mo-bo-go-shippeoda.html' title=''/><author><name>mishiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03454027124469615921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2723307118927530161.post-3672226189200757560</id><published>2007-06-16T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T01:31:14.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;RAINY DAYS ALWAYS LETS ME DOWN&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I don't know why. But lately, this month, it seems like it's always having a shower party up in heaven. Haha! It's always raining and I barely see stars this month. Yeah...I can always say it's a blessing from God but I always want to see the stars so can I have this one wish please? Even for just a week? Haha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But I hope it wouldn't rain for more days. It's because I get so irritated with all this rain issue and thunderbolts and lightning always makes me scared. Yeah! Call me a coward but I guess I can call it phobia. Bottom line? Rainy days always lets me down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2723307118927530161-3672226189200757560?l=mishiyul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2723307118927530161/posts/default/3672226189200757560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2723307118927530161/posts/default/3672226189200757560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishiyul.blogspot.com/2007/06/rainy-days-always-lets-me-down-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>mishiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03454027124469615921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2723307118927530161.post-3594129325385403499</id><published>2007-06-09T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T05:55:42.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;RANTS AND RAVES EPISODE 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;RANTS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;1. I hate people who boss around and thinks that they can control every individual around them. It annoys me a lot! Though often times I'm bossy too but in the right place and time. We don't own other people's lives...so why boss around?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I hate dirt! From a person's body to a person's belongings, seeing them a mess is a big turn-off. I guess not just with me but with everyone. And I hate people who mess around in my place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I hate know-it-all people. People who think they're smarter than you or they're superior than you...ugh!! I hate them! C'mon guys, we're all living here...fair and square. So please...no reprimanding please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I hate cats! I don't know why...it's just that ever since I was a kid, I have this phobia from cats which is really funny for some since they are gentle yet can be violent too often times. I hate the way they stare and it annoys me when they keep on asking for food when you're eating. Ugh! Wanna know something? My aunt said that when cats stare at you, stare back at them and they'll be the first who'll run away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I hate conceited people. It's ok to feel good about yourself...but helloooo? Do it the right way...not in a manner that you're boasting it. I know one person who always says she looks good with every cute guy around even if she's not. Haha! This makes her really funny...and annoying instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;RAVES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;1. I love listening to one of the original soundtracks of the Korean movie, Love So Divine. The song's title is Yeojareul Nae Yo Juseyo. It's such a cute and ear-friendly song which really makes you wanna sing and dance along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I love being simple! Being simple is one of the things that God teaches us as what I have learned from the Bible. I mean, being natural is really good coz it only shows the true beauty in you. Simplicity is a rule for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I love chinito boys. I don't know why. Maybe it's because of this Asianovela mania all around or me used to being surrounded with small-eyed people since I'm from a Chinese family. All my crushes have this really small eyes which is cool...haha! It became a mania for me...lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I love learning and speaking new languages which others think are totally boring. I've been learning how to speak Korean, Japanese, French, Spanish and German these days. I'm used to speaking Korean, Mandarin and Japanese. But I wanna learn how to speak all the languages of the world! Now, how cool is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I love Olsen twins! Mary Kate and Ashley are one of the most famous and glamorous Hollywood young stars. I love everything about them. From their style to their movies. They have their own unique fashion range and as what I have noticed, Mary Kate got a Bohemian style while Ashley is more classy. I love them...they're sooooo cool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2723307118927530161-3594129325385403499?l=mishiyul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2723307118927530161/posts/default/3594129325385403499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2723307118927530161/posts/default/3594129325385403499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishiyul.blogspot.com/2007/06/rants-and-raves-episode-2-rants-1.html' title=''/><author><name>mishiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03454027124469615921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2723307118927530161.post-311773897637603281</id><published>2007-06-09T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T05:33:17.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;ME...BORED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Yeah...usually...during days like this, I feel bored all the time. I don't know why but everytime I think of something better to do, my heart or my body...I guess...just wouldn't do it. Like, I plan to go to the park today and play badminton with my friends but then it turns out that I feel lazy...most of the time. Writing stories is my number one hobby but lately, it seems like my mind went blank most of the time. Blogging is cool for me and that's what I do to relax myself but then even that bores me...sometimes...too. T^T To make this post short...today is boring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2723307118927530161-311773897637603281?l=mishiyul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2723307118927530161/posts/default/311773897637603281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2723307118927530161/posts/default/311773897637603281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishiyul.blogspot.com/2007/06/me.html' title=''/><author><name>mishiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03454027124469615921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2723307118927530161.post-6153051481742779743</id><published>2007-06-08T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T18:32:25.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;A FRIENDSHIP TO KEEP&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Have you ever had a best friend? Of course! Haha!! I guess everybody does have one. It can be your mom or dad, sister or brother, pets or even grandparents! It can also be any object...say, a doll perhaps. But things like that...they merely serve as "security blnakets" since you are probably scared to share to others what you feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I have a best friend. Actually, she's just not my best friend but my cousin too. She loves to tell funny stories about everyday things in her life and her sweet smile always makes my day brighter. Sometimes, she can be a little childish and irritating at some ways that she can be over-acting but then I accept her no matter what. She's smart, super nice and friendly towards my other friends too. Her name is Shannah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Shannah and I spent most of our lives together. But since she's studying in Japan now, we barely see each other. But then, my parents often go to Japan for trips so we come along. Then Shannah and I can spend quality-time together...bonding to the max! Sight-seeing, boy hunting, eating, shopping and goofing around with our digicams. That's how a day in our lives is spent. I never have a dull moment when I'm with her coz she's the best person in town! of course, God is always the best person to turn to in the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I'm posting this in my blog since it's almost classes and I'm the Philippines right now...my bestie in Japan. Ugh! It would have to be four months more before we see each other again. Waaaaaa~~ But gwaen cha na...we always keep in touch! So let me share to you these two sweet girls who brightens up Japan with a smile! Haha!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img171.imageshack.us/img171/1999/001ym3.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img457.imageshack.us/img457/2529/mishishannah01se9.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2723307118927530161-6153051481742779743?l=mishiyul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2723307118927530161/posts/default/6153051481742779743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2723307118927530161/posts/default/6153051481742779743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishiyul.blogspot.com/2007/06/friendship-to-keep-have-you-ever-had.html' title=''/><author><name>mishiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03454027124469615921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2723307118927530161.post-413046752178940188</id><published>2007-06-07T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T05:05:24.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;MISHI'S FIRST LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Quite a funny post title, right? Well...everybody falls in love all right! It's just that time matters. Yeah...time matters. But then, love has its own definitions. For me, love is something that you wouldn't find. You don't find love...love comes to you. Why I know? Of course! I can feel...or should I say guess...love's like that.&lt;br /&gt;Ok...talking about my "first love." First love...for me is God and family. Friends comes next. It's because family is always there...through thick and thin, they're there to love and give you the best things life has to offer...materially and emotionally. God is through the spiritual aspect of humanity. Friends comes next. Sometimes, life can be cruel that you will never know who your real friends are. But for me, a friend is someone who stands by you no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;Then talking about romantic love. Those kind of love wherein there will be some sort of like butterflies churning inside your stomach. Hahaha!! Infatuation and real love, what could be the difference? When I was young, I used to consider all the cute boys in school my crush and I would want that certain boy to be my boyfriend. Haha!! Silly me!! But then as I grow older with time, I realized that love is not all about physical attractions or butterflies' stuffs...it's all about that intense feeling in your heart that once it beats, then it's called "love."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2723307118927530161-413046752178940188?l=mishiyul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2723307118927530161/posts/default/413046752178940188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2723307118927530161/posts/default/413046752178940188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishiyul.blogspot.com/2007/06/mishis-first-love-quite-funny-post.html' title=''/><author><name>mishiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03454027124469615921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2723307118927530161.post-704822608184710263</id><published>2007-06-07T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T05:06:49.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ME IS BACK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Annyeong haseyo!! Uh dduh ke ch' ne se yo? Haha!! Me speaking Korean again...oh...haha!! Well anyway, it's been like two weeks since my last update here in blogger. Mi ahn~~~ sorry 'bout my long long absence here. It's because I was also updating my blogdrive that I couldn't find a spare time to update. Haha!! And if I have, I have no ideas or stories to share.&lt;br /&gt;Lately, it's been like everyday was dreadful for me when I have to wake up early and do the usual household chores. Can I just sleep for three hours more? But living with your Grandmother really keeps you moving. Haha!! But then, when night time comes, it's a relief coz it means you can relax all you want since it's a time for sleeping all right!&lt;br /&gt;But then, now I'm back!! So it's story-telling time again my chin goos!!! Haha!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2723307118927530161-704822608184710263?l=mishiyul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2723307118927530161/posts/default/704822608184710263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2723307118927530161/posts/default/704822608184710263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishiyul.blogspot.com/2007/06/me-is-back-annyeong-haseyo-uh-dduh-ke.html' title=''/><author><name>mishiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03454027124469615921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2723307118927530161.post-2720229351526883012</id><published>2007-05-27T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T23:18:55.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;RANTS AND RAVES EPISODE 1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;RANTS:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;1. I hate "punkistas!" and feeling "punkistas!" I mean, I'm just irritated with the way they dress and the way they clown around..ugh!! Including "emos" too. What's with the style dude?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I hate watching local primetime dramas...it's just sooooo annoying to see the kinds of twists and turns...too over-acting and some actors just lack the emotions...what the!! (rolls eyes*)Sometimes, I'm confused with the storyline and different characters start appearing in between scenes which makes the story a little draggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I hate flirts and easy-to-get girls. Girls who spend times with boys, hanging out with them in the city outskirts (particularly here in Big Ben, Frisbees and Daknet in Iligan)...I mean, hellooooo? Are you making public properties "private properties?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;4. I hate city traffic jams!! It's because it's too inconvenient when it can cause a lot of people late with their appointments. It's just that....simple!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;5. I hate late-night boohoos outside the house...it just makes me scared and it makes everything just soooo creepy!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;RAVES:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;1. I love pastas and chocolates...!! One thing is clear...I love eating! Me is food buff!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;2. I love Korean thingies! I love everything about Korea...fom its history down to its entertainment. I also love my all-time Korean crush, nae Si Won oppa~~ haha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;3. I love writing stories! I'm an avid writer you know and I'm dreaming that someday, I can contribute something in the world of arts, say a book perhaps...and it would be acclaimed internationally and me be liek J.K Rowling. Haha~~!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;4. I love music! Music takes me away to a place I am always dreaming to go to...and it conquers my imagination. (additional rant: I hate very loud noises...say metallic rock and punk rock! Ugh!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;5. I love blog-making coz it allows me to connect to people online and it's cool because I get to express my thoughts freely.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2723307118927530161-2720229351526883012?l=mishiyul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2723307118927530161/posts/default/2720229351526883012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2723307118927530161/posts/default/2720229351526883012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishiyul.blogspot.com/2007/05/rants-and-raves-episode-1-rants-1.html' title=''/><author><name>mishiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03454027124469615921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2723307118927530161.post-6397748305232329831</id><published>2007-05-26T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T10:50:53.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHEN FRIENDS GET TOGETHER...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;This is what normally happens...you gotta choose between the shoes or the cake? Of course, me will choose cake! Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/8616/m18eq5.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Haha!! This is just another day in the life of this girl named Mishi when me and my long-time friends chill out for a party. So time to chill!! Minsan-minsan lang naman...but alcoholic drinks are totally off-limits~~ haha!! I don't drink and I will never drink!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img245.imageshack.us/img245/4795/mm8aq5.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img242.imageshack.us/img242/4839/mm10vo3.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2723307118927530161-6397748305232329831?l=mishiyul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2723307118927530161/posts/default/6397748305232329831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2723307118927530161/posts/default/6397748305232329831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishiyul.blogspot.com/2007/05/when-friends-get-together.html' title=''/><author><name>mishiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03454027124469615921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2723307118927530161.post-7366323471800965676</id><published>2007-05-26T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T08:45:53.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;DORKS!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dorks are their code names despite their ohhh-soooo-cute names! Dork # 1 is from LB! Yeah...LB! Then he goes to school at UPLB! Let's just give him the initials, J.P.T. He's the meanest and weirdest guy this world can ever offer...such a dork!! He's not really that important to me and his friendship is a crap! I don't wanna make friends with dorks!! Like him! This is the most unforgettable lines he said, "Heck! I don't know you!" Hey dawg! I don't know you either and I don't give a damn on you!! Get lost! Then here comes Dork # 2. It's hard for me to call him such names and belittle him since he's been really special and close to my heart all these time. But then, he made me feel "sick and miserable" everytime he talks. He's not far from Dork # 1. They're actually close-knits since they're first cousins. I guess dorkiness just runs in the blood. Dork # 2 makes me feel sad, though happy most of the time. Happy since I'm the only one liking him. But then...sorry to me~~ he doesn't like me as much as I did and I really don't give a damn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2723307118927530161-7366323471800965676?l=mishiyul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2723307118927530161/posts/default/7366323471800965676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2723307118927530161/posts/default/7366323471800965676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishiyul.blogspot.com/2007/05/dorks-dorks-are-their-code-names.html' title=''/><author><name>mishiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03454027124469615921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2723307118927530161.post-3048430217397244825</id><published>2007-05-26T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T08:09:08.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;BORING SCHOOL DAYS...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Ok! So why are school days boring? First thing is, boring teachers. Yeah! In Nursing Department, learning is fun unless the teacher is totally uncool! Talking about boring teachers, perhaps, I'm not into boring teachers. I feel boring when the teacher is a total terror! Haha! For me, terror teachers are those who belong in the Math department. Ugh! How I hate Math! I just can't understand why 2x+3=0. And all those transpose2x stuffs!! Grrrr!! ~~ Why oh why I'm so dumb when it comes to Math? For me, History is cool!! For some students, they find this subject totally boring. But it's different for me. When it's about History, it's all about story-telling and me traveling to the past. Then there goes school bullies. (gags!) They're idiots who know nothing about life...dumb craps! Then those feeling-know-it-all students. (gags again!) Man!! Can they just get on their life for one second? Then there goes my crush~~ (sighs!) Even though we're friends, yet I feel so small when I'm with him. Ohhh...poor me~ Xiang Qin me...he's my Jiang Zhi Shu. But then, school is fun and will always be fun!! Just don't include boring teachers, Math, bullies and know-it-all students on the list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2723307118927530161-3048430217397244825?l=mishiyul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2723307118927530161/posts/default/3048430217397244825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2723307118927530161/posts/default/3048430217397244825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishiyul.blogspot.com/2007/05/boring-school-days.html' title=''/><author><name>mishiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03454027124469615921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2723307118927530161.post-8883680265197991473</id><published>2007-05-26T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T07:56:59.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;SOUTH KOREA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img87.imageshack.us/img87/7425/koreasm1.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Let me introduce...South Korea! South Korea is an Asian country, home to big names in the technology world such as Samsung and Daewoo...to name a few. It's one of my most favorite countries in the world. Yeah, call it K-addiction or whatever...but me...definitely wants to go to South Korea!! The pics which are shown above are edited at "paint"...haha! Those are Korea's most beautiful tourist spots. Gyeongbok Palace, Namsan Park, Teddy Bear Museum, 63 Building, Seoul and a lot more~~ including my all-time Korean crush, Choi Si Won oppa! Haha! Korea...sa rang hae!! Go Korea~~ fighting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2723307118927530161-8883680265197991473?l=mishiyul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2723307118927530161/posts/default/8883680265197991473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2723307118927530161/posts/default/8883680265197991473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishiyul.blogspot.com/2007/05/south-korea-let-me-introduce.html' title=''/><author><name>mishiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03454027124469615921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2723307118927530161.post-5109754954840739425</id><published>2007-05-26T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T07:56:06.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;WHY I EXIST?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;History of Mishi? Who cares? She's not even famous or whatever. But then, first thing is my full name is Michelle Mae Harayo-Pacaña...haha! Quite a stunner, no!! Just don't stick your nose unto my name. I was born to a family with tight rules and regulations which oftentimes, I barely obey. When I was born, everybody adores me...I guess. I used to have this telephone-wire like curls in my hair and I used to be soooooo cute~~ haha! I'm still cute now. (Wag na kayong umangal!) Then I studied at a private school from K1 to Grade 3...not until my dad lost his job due to his "bisyo." Hey...I'm being open here. Then me and my younger sis transferred to a public school wherein I learned to do hands-on tasks. I really hate it when we have to clean the school yard in the morning and in the afternoon. Ugh! What do they think of us? But that was training. During those times, my dad didn't stop from his so-called "vices" and he lost his job....twice. So our relatives decided to support us. Quite poor for our part...yeah...but that's life. When I was in my freshman and sophomore years in high school, I studied far from home. On my own, though not really on my own, since I'm under the supervision of my aunt, I learned how to do things my way and how to decide. On that short span of time, I began to learn how to weigh the difference between my "fairy-tale existence" and my "real existence." I began to know the right kind of friends. So now that I am already in college...I'm beginning to see the harsh side of life. Life is not all magic, peace and fairydusts as what I've thought it was. Life is a jungle of tears, of sufferings, of misfortunes and of pain. Failures to count in. But then, life is all about fighting and striving to get back on your own feet again. It's all about faith, it's all about hope, it's all about dreams, it's all about God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess...the main point of my existence is that I live for myself and I live for my loved ones. I live to love God and I live to love life...no matter what. Bottom line? "I love my life!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2723307118927530161-5109754954840739425?l=mishiyul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2723307118927530161/posts/default/5109754954840739425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2723307118927530161/posts/default/5109754954840739425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishiyul.blogspot.com/2007/05/why-i-exist-history-of-mishi-who-cares.html' title=''/><author><name>mishiru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03454027124469615921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
