<?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-36060123</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:56:19.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>czarinamathilda</title><subtitle type='html'>It's who I am... How I think... and what I'd like to share to the world...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://czarinamathilda.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36060123/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://czarinamathilda.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Czarina Mathilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16035396482226662649</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>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36060123.post-350168962670100687</id><published>2007-07-23T19:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T20:11:40.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WI FI SUCKS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Wi-Fi sucks coz it keeps disconnecting. It's online but it doesn't really work. Especially when it reaches certain hours of the wee morning. That's why I wasn't able to make yesterday's entry. So here I go again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;DAY NINE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;THINKING ABOUT MY PURPOSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;POINT TO PONDER: God smiles when I trust Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;VERSE TO REMEMBER: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;"The Lord is pleased with those who worship him and trust his love."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; Psalm 147:11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;QUESTION TO CONSIDER: Since God knows what is best, in what areas of my life do I need to trust him most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a simple answer to that question and it can be said in just two words: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;my future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36060123-350168962670100687?l=czarinamathilda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://czarinamathilda.blogspot.com/feeds/350168962670100687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36060123&amp;postID=350168962670100687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36060123/posts/default/350168962670100687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36060123/posts/default/350168962670100687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://czarinamathilda.blogspot.com/2007/07/wi-fi-sucks.html' title='WI FI SUCKS...'/><author><name>Czarina Mathilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16035396482226662649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36060123.post-4867292875106059478</id><published>2007-07-21T20:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T21:04:57.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOING ON WITH THE JOURNEY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;DAY EIGHT&lt;br /&gt;THINKING ABOUT MY PURPOSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;POINT TO PONDER: I was planned for God's pleasure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;VERSE TO REMEMBER: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;"The Lord takes pleasure in his people."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; Psalm 149:4a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;QUESTION TO CONSIDER: What common task could I start doing as if I were doing it directly for Jesus?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could think of one: reviewing for my December board exam. Di kasi ako nagbabasa eh... Wala yung motivation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one: praying upon waking and praying before sleeping...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36060123-4867292875106059478?l=czarinamathilda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://czarinamathilda.blogspot.com/feeds/4867292875106059478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36060123&amp;postID=4867292875106059478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36060123/posts/default/4867292875106059478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36060123/posts/default/4867292875106059478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://czarinamathilda.blogspot.com/2007/07/going-on-with-journey.html' title='GOING ON WITH THE JOURNEY'/><author><name>Czarina Mathilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16035396482226662649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36060123.post-5877251703516753191</id><published>2007-07-21T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T19:42:19.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SKIPPED AGAIN...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I forgot to make an entry for yesterday again... Arrrgh...Okay well it's over so I'll just have to make two for today... (is that cheating??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;DAY SEVEN&lt;br /&gt;THINKING ABOUT MY PURPOSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;P&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;INT TO PONDER: It's all for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;VERSE TO REMEMBER: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"For everything comes from God alone. Everything lives by his power, and everything is for his glory."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Romans 11:36&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;QUESTION TO CONSIDER: Where in my daily routine can I become more aware of God's glory?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first the answer to this question stumped me for a few minutes. But as I read it again, the answer just came to me: I become more aware of God's glory upon waking up and before going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was brought up to say my bedtime prayers. But along the way, I seemed to have forgotten this beautiful habit. There were times that I felt guilty for not praying, so I'd start praying every night before I went to sleep. But after a few days, I'd stop again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I hope that it continues so that every day, each time I open my eyes to a new morning and before I sleep at night, I would remember how glorious God is. He gave me another full day to glorify Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/36060123-5877251703516753191?l=czarinamathilda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://czarinamathilda.blogspot.com/feeds/5877251703516753191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36060123&amp;postID=5877251703516753191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36060123/posts/default/5877251703516753191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36060123/posts/default/5877251703516753191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://czarinamathilda.blogspot.com/2007/07/skipped-again.html' title='SKIPPED AGAIN...'/><author><name>Czarina Mathilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16035396482226662649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36060123.post-1881866015921599093</id><published>2007-07-19T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T23:50:48.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT A DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I feel happy today. My friends from Baguio are on vacation here in Vigan and we just spent the whole afternoon together. I toured them around on the local sites. We then went to our house for a quick tour and merienda afterwards. We headed to the beach to catch a glimpse of the sunset and then they brought me home... One of the happiest days of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;DAY SIX&lt;br /&gt;THINKING ABOUT MY PURPOSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;POINT TO PONDER: This world is not my home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;VERSE TO REMEMBER: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen. For what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 Corinthians 4:18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;QUESTION TO CONSIDER: How should the fact that life on earth is just a temporary assignment change the way I am living right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that life on earth is just a temporary thing does not mean that we should live on the "here and now"... Actually this is the wrong way of going about it. We should focus on the bigger picture, view our life as a preparation for the time when we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;go back to our real home, HEAVEN.&lt;/span&gt; I for one, should stop worrying whether I'd be a big hit in my career or all of the worries and fears that I have. Instead, I should learn to view life as something that is much much more than the worldly things we see. Something and someone is far greater and bigger than us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;When life gets tough, when you're overwhelmed with doubt, or when you wonder if living for Christ is worth the effort, remember that you are not home yet. At death you won't leave home--you'll &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;go&lt;/span&gt; home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36060123-1881866015921599093?l=czarinamathilda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://czarinamathilda.blogspot.com/feeds/1881866015921599093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36060123&amp;postID=1881866015921599093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36060123/posts/default/1881866015921599093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36060123/posts/default/1881866015921599093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://czarinamathilda.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-day.html' title='WHAT A DAY'/><author><name>Czarina Mathilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16035396482226662649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36060123.post-4723129062606052935</id><published>2007-07-18T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T20:25:22.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd ENTRY FOR THE DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;DAY FIVE&lt;br /&gt;THINKING ABOUT MY PURPOSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;POINT TO PONDER: Life is a test and a trust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;VERSE TO REMEMBER: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Unless you are faithful in small matters, you won't be faithful in large ones." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Luke 16:10a(NLT)&lt;br /&gt;QUESTION TO CONSIDER: What has happened to me recently that I now realize was a test from God? What are the greatest matters God has entrusted to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been through quite a lot this past few months. My relationship with my eldest sister has clearly gone down the drain. Flushed. We rarely got along, and during those times that we seemed friendly to each other it felt like &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Lincoln Burrows and Theodore Bagwell &lt;/span&gt;(characters in the hit TV series &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Prison break"&lt;/span&gt;) being chummy with each other. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Scary thought.&lt;/span&gt; So many other things happened, and those were the times that I clung to God with all that's left in me. If God was there in the same room as me I'd have my arms around his legs holding on for dear life until my knuckles turned white. I had this friendship bracelet that I always wore during those times.&lt;br /&gt;But now that it seems that I'm problem-free, I'm back to my old self: not really thinking about God, more like thinking about myself. Old news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God entrusted me with a lot of talents. My youngest sister calls me the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Jack of all trades, Master of none."&lt;/span&gt; But I haven't been "sharing" these talents. I felt ashamed, or more like inferior to the others who are really good at most of the ones that I know. So I tend to shy away from moments when people would be asking for a little ice breaker during seminars. I still blame my parents for having a hand at this too. They wanted me to stay "focused on my studies" and not to dabble in activities unrelated to my future career. I feel like my soul died during the four years that I was in college because of the lack of passion for things that I did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God also entrusted me with intelligence (it's true so why deny it?), but I have been too lazy to put it to good use. I haven't always been like this. Fresh out of high school, I was used to an environment where there was a healthy competition. Reciting and voicing out ideas or opinions were a norm in my alma mater. But when I entered college, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;it was a different game&lt;/span&gt;. I was almost always the one with her hand in the air, always ready with an answer. But when I looked around, eyebrows were raised. The gossip came back to me and what I heard was really disheartening. My classmates thought that I was a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"know-it-all"&lt;/span&gt;. I cared a lot of what other thought of me back then. So even if I was itching to raise my hand and answer (even if it would be to break the silence in the classroom because NO ONE wanted to answer and we weren't going &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anywhere &lt;/span&gt;with the discussion), I'd sit quietly with downcast eyes just to avoid the teacher's radar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for all that God gave me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36060123-4723129062606052935?l=czarinamathilda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://czarinamathilda.blogspot.com/feeds/4723129062606052935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36060123&amp;postID=4723129062606052935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36060123/posts/default/4723129062606052935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36060123/posts/default/4723129062606052935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://czarinamathilda.blogspot.com/2007/07/2nd-entry-for-day.html' title='2nd ENTRY FOR THE DAY'/><author><name>Czarina Mathilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16035396482226662649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36060123.post-1406306605400022435</id><published>2007-07-18T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T14:37:34.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I MISSED.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I didn't write an entry for my 4th day!!! Argh! It's because I kept postponing it until later and then I was doing other things, other unimportant stuff like watch a series (PRISONBREAK SEASON 2). But honestly though before I retired for the night (actually it was way past 2 in the morning), I still read the 4th chapter and realized that it was apt for what I've done for the whole day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY FOUR&lt;br /&gt;THINKING ABOUT MY PURPOSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;POINT TO PONDER: There is more to life than just here and now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;VERSE TO REMEMBER: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;"This world is fading away, along with everything it craves. But if you do the will of God, you will live forever." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;1 John 2:17 (NLT)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;QUESTION TO CONSIDER: Since I was made to last forever, what is the one thing I should stop doing and the one thing I should start doing today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I for one know what I should really stop doing, and that is to stop procrastinating!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36060123-1406306605400022435?l=czarinamathilda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://czarinamathilda.blogspot.com/feeds/1406306605400022435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36060123&amp;postID=1406306605400022435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36060123/posts/default/1406306605400022435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36060123/posts/default/1406306605400022435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://czarinamathilda.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-missed.html' title='I MISSED.'/><author><name>Czarina Mathilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16035396482226662649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36060123.post-8517299787160147911</id><published>2007-07-16T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T20:56:39.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A PURPOSE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;DAY THREE&lt;br /&gt;THINKING ABOUT MY PURPOSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;POINT TO PONDER: Living on purpose is the path to peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;VERSE TO REMEMBER:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; "You, LORD, give perfect peace to those who keep their purpose firm and put their trust in you." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Isaiah 26:3 (TEV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;QUESTION TO CONSIDER: What would my family and friends say is the driving force of my life? What do I want it to be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In answer to the question, my family would say that the driving force of my life is to become financially secure, find the perfect mate, build a happy home and raise wonderful children. My friends would say that the driving force of my life is to become ultra successful. I say that the driving force of my life is to become so rich that I'd never have to work ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But obviously, all these are for all the wrong reasons. A verse from Ecclesiastes 4:4 says: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I observed that the basic motive for success is the driving force of envy and jealousy!&lt;/span&gt; I find this true. For so long, I wished that I would become so successful in my future. For so long, I've always tried to please everyone around me especially my parents. For so long, I have given up almost everything that I am passionate about just so I could give way to the more "practical" decisions. But for so long, I have felt EMPTY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book cites 5 most common circumstances, values, and emotions that can drive a person's life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Many people are driven by guilt.&lt;/span&gt; In my past, there have been many mistakes that I had regretted doing for quite a long time. I kept punishing myself for that. The time when I came home to my parents drunk from a friend's birthday party (which I totally ruined coz I made a scene. I'm so sorry...), I felt totally awful. Since then, I stayed at home. I didn't even bother to ask my parents if I could attend a social gathering where I was invited. I would turn it down myself. I felt that I didn't deserve to go. But I have let this guilt go now. Sure, there were other mistakes and I know that there will be even more. I just hope that I would be able to not regret the decisions I make and take it all in stride. Learn from it, then move on. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;God specializes in giving people a fresh start. The Bible says, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;"What happiness for those whose guilt has been forgiven! What relief for those who have confessed their sins and God has cleared their record&lt;/span&gt; (The Purpose Driven Life).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Many people are driven by resentment and anger.&lt;/span&gt; I don't know if I am. But I am certain that there is a big part of me that is hurting. There is a great storm brewing inside of me. Once, I have let it out and it proved to have a very devastating effect. I was scared of myself, of what I am capable of doing when I was angry. I thought that I was able to forgive these trespasses and have let go of them. Apparently not because it has resurrected and it's slowly eating me away.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;For your own sake, learn from it, and then let it go. The Bible says, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;"To worry yourself to death with resentment would be a foolish, senseless thing to do (The Purpose Driven Life)."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Many people are driven by fear.&lt;/span&gt; Yes, I am one of them. I fear the future -- my future. I feel scared whenever I think that someday I'd be a failure, I'd end up broke, I'd die all alone. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Fear is a self-imposed prison that will keep you from becoming what God intends for you to be. You &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;must&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; move against it with the weapons of faith and love. The Bible says, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;"Well-formed love banishes fear. Since fear is crippling, a fearful life--fear of death, fear of judgment--is one not yet fully formed in love (The Purpose Driven Life)."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Many people are driven by materialism. &lt;/span&gt;This echoes throughout my entry. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Your value is not determined by your valuables, and God says the most valuable things in life are not things! Real security can only be found in that which can never be taken from you--your relationship with God (The Purpose Driven Life).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Many people are driven by the need for approval.&lt;/span&gt; That holds true for me. I get hurt so easily and secretly cry so much whenever I feel that someone is disappointed in me or does not approve of what I say or do (especially my parents). I want to please them so much that I ended up losing myself in the process. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;One key to failure is to try to please everyone. Jesus said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;"No one can serve two masters (The Purpose Driven Life)."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Through all these, I should keep in mind the following 5 benefits of purpose-driven living:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Knowing your purpose gives meaning to your life.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Hope is essential to your life as air and water. You need hope to cope. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;God is able to do far more than we would ever dare to ask or even dream of-- infinitely beyond our highest prayers, desires, thoughts, or hopes." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;(The Purpose Driven Life)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Knowing your purpose simplifies your life.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Your purpose becomes the standard you use to evaluate which activities are essential and which aren't. You simply ask, "Does this activity help me fulfill one of God's purposes for my life?" The Bible says, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;" A pretentious, showy life is an empty life; a plain and simple life is a full life." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;(The Purpose Driven Life)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Knowing your purpose focuses your life.&lt;/span&gt; It concentrates your effort and energy on what's important. You become effective by being selective. The Bible says, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Don't live carelessly, unthinkingly. Make sure you understand what the Master wants." &lt;/span&gt;If you want your life to have impact, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;focus &lt;/span&gt;it! Stop dabbling. Stop trying to do it all. Do less. Prune away even good activities and do only that which matters most. Never confuse activity with productivity. (The Purpose Driven Life)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4. Knowing your purpose motivates your life. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Purpose always produces passion. Nothing energizes like a clear purpose. On the other hand, passion dissipates when you lack a purpose. It is usually meaningless work, not overwork, that wears us down, saps our strength, and robs our joy. George Bernard Shaw wrote, "This is the true joy of life: the being used up for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one; being a force of nature instead of a feverish, selfish little clot of ailments and grievances, complaining that the world will not devote itself to making you happy." (The Purpose Driven Life)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5. Knowing your purpose prepares you for eternity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; You weren't put on earth to be remembered. You were put here to prepare for eternity. The Bible says, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" Remember, each of us will stand personally before the judgment seat of God... Yes, each of us will have to give a personal account to God."&lt;/span&gt; From the Bible we can surmise that God will ask us two crucial questions: First, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"What did you do with my Son, Jesus Christ?"... &lt;/span&gt;did you accept what Jesus did for you and did you learn to love and trust him&gt; Jesus said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me."  &lt;/span&gt;Second, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"What did you do with what I gave you?"&lt;/span&gt; What did you do with your life--all the gifts, talents, opportunities, energy, relationships and resources God gave you? Did you spend them on yourself, or did you use them for the purposes God made you for? (The Purpose Driven Life)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36060123-8517299787160147911?l=czarinamathilda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://czarinamathilda.blogspot.com/feeds/8517299787160147911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36060123&amp;postID=8517299787160147911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36060123/posts/default/8517299787160147911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36060123/posts/default/8517299787160147911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://czarinamathilda.blogspot.com/2007/07/purpose.html' title='A PURPOSE.'/><author><name>Czarina Mathilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16035396482226662649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36060123.post-1529817077739504007</id><published>2007-07-15T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T22:07:54.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ALMOST DIDN'T EVEN READ IT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Okay, okay, it seems that my resolve isn't as strong as I thought. But hey! I'm here, right? I'm writing out a post for day 2 of reading the book "The Purpose Driven Life."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAY TWO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;THINKING ABOUT MY PURPOSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;POINT TO PONDER: I am not an accident.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;VERSE TO REMEMBER: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I am your Creator. You were in my care even before you were born."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; (Isaiah 44:2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;QUESTION TO CONSIDER: Knowing that God uniquely created me, what areas of my personality, background, and physical appearance am I struggling to accept?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There were times when I was younger I would secretly feel short-handed by God; that I would silently reproach God and ask why he gave me such awful allergies. I felt I was shunned back then because of the breakouts on my skin. Kids my age called me awful names. But thankfully, I survived all that name-calling. I grew up and when I entered college, I discovered that I was far better off than most people who also had allergies. Mine was nothing compared to what they had to deal with. Theirs were life-threatening. Mine was nothing a little bit of ointment and dietary discipline couldn't handle. Now, I silently thank God for not giving me something much worse (but I still ask Him for healing.Haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were times too that I struggled to accept what people thought of me because of the way I dealt with them. They told me that I was a stuck-up. I was always class president, so I felt I had to be strict, no-nonsense and by-the-book, which later on reflected in my social affairs. I realized that I had few friends then. I was a student leader, on the honor roll and active in my extra-curricular activities. But more often than not I was left out on the slumber parties, birthday parties and every social event among my peers. I partly blamed my parents for not having allowed me to go, but I wasn't Ms. Congeniality either, or so they perceived me to be. I knew that I wasn't hard to get along with. I just didn't have anyone to get along &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;with.&lt;/span&gt; No one cared enough to dig deeper, and those few who did, I didn't allow to get too close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I changed. I became more lax. My social circle started to grow, but my leadership skills were slowly going down the drain. At some point I lost control and I wasn't that responsible, stuck-up girl anymore. I was still active in my extracurriculars, still on the honor roll, but something was amiss. Not only were my leadership skills gone, but my desire to be a leader was gone too. And so was my sense of responsibility. I got tired I guess. I didn't want to be responsible anymore. I wanted someone else to take the reins for a change. But as I later found out, I am the only one responsible for myself. I still am not a student leader and I never did try to get back on the horse, but now I do try to be responsible for all my actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that's hard for me to accept now is a certain part of my private life (which I do not care to divulge in this blog). But as my 4-year old nephew sat on my lap tonight while I typed this entry, I knew that I'm glad he was there. Even though he was unplanned, he wasn't an accident. I'm still grateful to God for planning on bringing him into all our lives...and that is something I wouldn't change for the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I would like to share with you this beautiful poem by Russell Kelfer (which I read from this chapter):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You are who you are for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;You're part of an intricate plan.&lt;br /&gt;You're a precious and perfect unique design,&lt;br /&gt;Called God's special woman or man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look like you look for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;Our God made no mistake.&lt;br /&gt;He knit you together within the womb,&lt;br /&gt;You're &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; what he wanted to make.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;The parents you had were the ones he chose,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;And no matter how you may feel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;They were custom-designed with God's plan in mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;And they bear the Master's seal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;No, that trauma you faced was not easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;And God wept that it hurt you so;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;But it was allowed to shape your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;So that into his likeness you'd grow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;You are who you are for a reason,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;You've been formed by th Master's rod.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;You are who you are, beloved,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Because there is a God!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This poem summed it all up for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36060123-1529817077739504007?l=czarinamathilda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://czarinamathilda.blogspot.com/feeds/1529817077739504007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36060123&amp;postID=1529817077739504007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36060123/posts/default/1529817077739504007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36060123/posts/default/1529817077739504007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://czarinamathilda.blogspot.com/2007/07/almost-didnt-even-read-it.html' title='ALMOST DIDN&apos;T EVEN READ IT!'/><author><name>Czarina Mathilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16035396482226662649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36060123.post-9029339178869660503</id><published>2007-07-14T09:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T10:49:09.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE PURPOSE DRIVEN LIFE:DAY 1</title><content type='html'>I've been trying to finish this book, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"The Purpose Driven Life"&lt;/span&gt;. At the end of each chapter, there is supposed to be some sort of reflection and it gives you a question to consider, a point to ponder and a verse to remember. But I never really got around to its ending.  That's because to be able to maximize the potential of this book, you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have to &lt;/span&gt;read one chapter per day. It has 40 chapters, meaning 40 days. I never even got to the 5th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yesterday, this book was just lying on my desk (gathering dust) and it kept catching my eye... So I read it. I have decided that in my quest to finish this 40-day journey, I will write it in my blog so that I will have no reason not to finish it. Here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;DAY ONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;THINKING ABOUT MY PURPOSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;POINT TO PONDER: It's not about me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;VERSE TO REMEMBER: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"Everything got started in him and finds its purpose in him." Colossians 1:16b (Msg)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;QUESTION TO CONSIDER: In spite of all the advertising around me, how can I remind myself that life is really about living for God, not myself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;If you want to know why you were placed on this planet, you must begin with God. You were born &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; his purpose and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; his purpose (The Purpose Driven Life).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I am to be brutally honest with myself, I could say that I have lost my spirituality. Oh sure, there are times that I pray, but those times were when I was having problems I couldn't seem to understand. But most of the time, when I am happy I don't even pause to think of Him. I don't go to mass because I always thought that "going to mass every Sunday doesn't prove that you are a good person, one who stays on the 'right path'. It's in what you say and do everyday that makes you a child of God." With that line of thinking, attempts at attending mass dwindled until eventually I stopped altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a joke among my friends and I about my not attending mass. I'd say to them that if I go, I might burn into ashes even before I enter the church doors. We'd laugh about it then move on to different things. Some of my friends would even ask me to come with them to church but there will always be an alibi ready. But oftentimes there is this little voice niggling me in the back of my head pleading me to go to mass. I'd immediately dismiss it, squishing the little voice into silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For quite a long time, I have felt empty. Listless. I felt like a leaf blown every which way by whatever wind that caught it. There were many attempts at trying to fill that void. I partied and went out with friends almost every chance I got. I dated random guys (but never mated). Everything looked okay, but it still didn't feel right. Every night I would lie awake for awhile just thinking, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Why do I feel so empty?", &lt;/span&gt;and I would wait for an answer. In the quiet of each night that I pondered this question, it slowly dawned on me. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Obsession with self in these matters is a dead end; attention to God leads us out into the open, into a spacious, free life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;( The Purpose Driven Life).&lt;/span&gt; I have always been so distracted with myself and with all the "important things" in my life that I have kept pushing God aside. My world did not revolve around Him and that's were my fault lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to keep this thought in mind to constantly remind myself not to be so self-centered. I want to rediscover the joy I had when I was a child. In order to attain this, I must remind myself that &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;it is not about me but it is about God; that it all starts with GOD. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I can't promise that after publishing this entry, I would be all religious and prayerful, no. I don't want to be hypocritical. It is best that I take it one day at a time just like what the book said. Hopefully, I find my way back to Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36060123-9029339178869660503?l=czarinamathilda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://czarinamathilda.blogspot.com/feeds/9029339178869660503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36060123&amp;postID=9029339178869660503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36060123/posts/default/9029339178869660503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36060123/posts/default/9029339178869660503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://czarinamathilda.blogspot.com/2007/07/purpose-driven-lifeday-1.html' title='THE PURPOSE DRIVEN LIFE:DAY 1'/><author><name>Czarina Mathilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16035396482226662649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36060123.post-4408575381565108833</id><published>2007-06-29T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T14:35:51.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOULMATE</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last night, I had a dream; and in this dream I think I saw the man I am supposed to be with. In other words, I think I saw my soul mate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was a face I’ve never seen before. Or, should I say, it was someone that I didn’t know. I never got to know his name, only his face. But as vivid as it was, when I awoke the delicate webs that sleep has spun around me slowly disintegrated and so did the picture of his face. I was saddened yet strangely enough, hopeful, when I finally wiped away the last vestiges of sleep in my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Somewhere, he’s out there… and somehow someday, we will meet.&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/36060123-4408575381565108833?l=czarinamathilda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://czarinamathilda.blogspot.com/feeds/4408575381565108833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36060123&amp;postID=4408575381565108833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36060123/posts/default/4408575381565108833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36060123/posts/default/4408575381565108833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://czarinamathilda.blogspot.com/2007/06/soulmate.html' title='SOULMATE'/><author><name>Czarina Mathilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16035396482226662649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36060123.post-7489319883770017102</id><published>2007-06-29T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T14:33:37.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SANA, SANA, SANA...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hindi ko alam kung ano ang problema niya, hindi ko alam kung ano ang problema ko sa kaniya. Hindi namin alam kung ano ang problema sa aming dalawa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kanina lang, naglog-on ako sa Yahoo! Messenger at hindi ako naka-invisible gaya ng dati. Laking gulat ko nung nakita kong naglog-in din siya. Tapos maslalo akong nagulat kasi bigla siyang umalis… Ano kaya yun?? Ito ba’y dahil nakita niyang nakalog-on ako at ayaw niya akong makausap? Nung isang gabi nga, parehas kaming nasa YM at di kami nagpapansinan, para kaming naglalaro: “sino’ng unang bibigay at makikichat”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ang gulo na talaga ng utak ko, lalung lalo na ang nararamdaman ko. Hay lecheng pag-ibig nga naman talaga o. Wala na akong ibang magagawa kundi ang mapabuntung-hininga. Nakakalungkot isipin, kaibigan nung una, nagka-ibigan, muntik nang maging ngunit hanggang kaibigan lang pala ang makakaya. Akala ko siya na, pero sa mga asta niya nitong mga nakaraang araw? &lt;i style=""&gt;He’s not worth it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pero bakit ganito? Kahit gusto ko na talaga siyang pabayaan, ayaw pa rin ng utak at puso ko (leche, drama na naman. Ito ang ayoko sa mga ganito). Nakukulitan na nga ako sa sarili ko. Paano naman kasi, siya itong magulo. Sabi niya nung una, “friends” na lang daw. Tapos babaliktad, ang lambing-lambing na naman niya, kulang na lang magsyota. Syotang-ina talaga! Parang siya itong babae! Masmalala pa siya kaysa sa’kin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hindi ko alam kung ano ang nasasaktan sa akin ngayon: ang puso o ang ego?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mahal ko ba talaga siya o gusto ko lang siya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ano ba talaga ang nararamdaman niya sa akin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Leche siya. Ginagago lang ba niya ako??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mga tanong na di ko rin mawari ang sagot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sana hindi na lang umabot sa ganito, sana wala na lang nagkaaminan. Sana di na lang kami nagging malapit sa isa’t isa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sana, sana, sana…&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/36060123-7489319883770017102?l=czarinamathilda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://czarinamathilda.blogspot.com/feeds/7489319883770017102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36060123&amp;postID=7489319883770017102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36060123/posts/default/7489319883770017102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36060123/posts/default/7489319883770017102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://czarinamathilda.blogspot.com/2007/06/sana-sana-sana.html' title='SANA, SANA, SANA...'/><author><name>Czarina Mathilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16035396482226662649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36060123.post-5754958353784985826</id><published>2007-06-26T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T22:36:21.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>69 CONFESSIONS</title><content type='html'>1. The phone rings. Who do you want it&lt;br /&gt;to be?&lt;br /&gt;* it's either one of my BFFs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When shopping at the grocery store,&lt;br /&gt;do you return your cart?&lt;br /&gt;* nope..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. In a social setting, are you more&lt;br /&gt;of a talker or a listener?&lt;br /&gt;* if i have something good to say, i&lt;br /&gt;talk..but if none, i just listen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you take compliments well?&lt;br /&gt;* yes... i thank the person. I could tell if they wanted something from me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;naman eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you play Sudoku?&lt;br /&gt;* a little bit. Mom does though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If abandoned alone in the&lt;br /&gt;wilderness, would you survive?&lt;br /&gt;* i think for a few days, i would. Then I'd be prey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Have you ever been in love?&lt;br /&gt;* yes. a human thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Did you ever go to camp as a kid?&lt;br /&gt;* what camp??haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What was your favorite hobby as a&lt;br /&gt;kid?&lt;br /&gt;* read and read books i borrowed from the school library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Who is your favorite band/ singer?&lt;br /&gt;* none in particular. But i do like PCD, john legend and gwen stefani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What is your favorite song?&lt;br /&gt;* right now would be... Come to Me by p.diddy and nicole scherzinger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Could you date someone with&lt;br /&gt;different religious beliefs than you?&lt;br /&gt;* it's just a date. so yeah i guess so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Use three words to describe&lt;br /&gt;yourself?&lt;br /&gt;* beautiful, paradox, unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Do any songs make you cry?&lt;br /&gt;* when i'm in the mood, yeah they actually do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Are you continuing your education?&lt;br /&gt;* yes. i'll take up the national review for the NLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you know how to shoot a gun?&lt;br /&gt;* no.but i want to learn how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. If your house was on fire, what&lt;br /&gt;would be the first thing you'd bring?&lt;br /&gt;* my loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. How often do you read books?&lt;br /&gt;* often... it also depends on what book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Do you think more about the past,&lt;br /&gt;* i guess. but i try not to dwell on it too much. hard habit to break though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What is your favorite children's&lt;br /&gt;book?&lt;br /&gt;* Beauty and the Beast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.What color are your eyes?&lt;br /&gt;* chocolate brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.How tall are you?&lt;br /&gt;* 5'4"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Where is your dream house located?&lt;br /&gt;* by the beach or on a cliff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Have you ever taken pictures in a&lt;br /&gt;photo booth?&lt;br /&gt;* yes. i love taking pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. When was the last time u sang?&lt;br /&gt;* a short while ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Where was the furthest place you&lt;br /&gt;traveled today?&lt;br /&gt;* downstairs to the dining room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Do you like mustard?&lt;br /&gt;* yes yes, especially with mayonnaise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Do you prefer to sleep or eat?&lt;br /&gt;* both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Do you look like your mom or dad?&lt;br /&gt;* a little of both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. How long do you take in the shower?&lt;br /&gt;* 30 minutes to an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Can you do splits?&lt;br /&gt;* i used to when i still knew karate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. What movie do you want to see&lt;br /&gt;right now?&lt;br /&gt;* Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. What did you do for New Year's?&lt;br /&gt;* attended mass, eat, had some fireworks, drink some bubbly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Do you think The Grudge was scary?&lt;br /&gt;* yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Do you own a camera phone?&lt;br /&gt;* nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Was your mom a cheerleader?&lt;br /&gt;* no.. she was the one being cheered on 'coz she's a varsity player on the university's basketball team plus she's the muse at the same time..hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. What's the last letter of your&lt;br /&gt;first name?&lt;br /&gt;* a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. How many hours of sleep do you get&lt;br /&gt;at night?&lt;br /&gt;* depends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Do you like care bears?&lt;br /&gt;* no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. What do you buy at the movies?&lt;br /&gt;* ticket, food and drinks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Do you know how to play poker?&lt;br /&gt;* nope. they kept trying to teach me though....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Do you wear your seatbelt?&lt;br /&gt;* yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. What do you wear to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;* sando and boxer shorts when its warm. shirt and jammies when it's cooler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Anything big ever happen in your&lt;br /&gt;hometown?&lt;br /&gt;* i wouldn't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. How many meals do you eat a day?&lt;br /&gt;* 3..i'm trying to cut down on the snacks. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Do you always read Friendster&lt;br /&gt;bulletins?&lt;br /&gt;* nah.. only when I have nothing new to post here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Do you like funny or serious&lt;br /&gt;people better?&lt;br /&gt;* both..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Ever been to L.A.?&lt;br /&gt;* nah.. i want to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Did you eat a cookie today?&lt;br /&gt;* nope..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. Do you use curse words?&lt;br /&gt;* yes, especially when i'm mad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Do you steal or pay for your music&lt;br /&gt;download?&lt;br /&gt;* is bearshare considered stealing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. What do you and your parents fight&lt;br /&gt;about the most?&lt;br /&gt;* i don't know exactly. ME??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Are you a gullible person?&lt;br /&gt;* used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. If you could have any job..&lt;br /&gt;* i wanna be an artist. a musician or a singer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Are you easy to get along with?&lt;br /&gt;* yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. What is your favorite time of day?&lt;br /&gt;* night time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now repost this as "69 Confessions"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36060123-5754958353784985826?l=czarinamathilda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://czarinamathilda.blogspot.com/feeds/5754958353784985826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36060123&amp;postID=5754958353784985826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36060123/posts/default/5754958353784985826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36060123/posts/default/5754958353784985826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://czarinamathilda.blogspot.com/2007/06/69-confessions.html' title='69 CONFESSIONS'/><author><name>Czarina Mathilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16035396482226662649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36060123.post-6472793615389171039</id><published>2007-06-23T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T18:55:31.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A CHOICE</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;My mind is a mess. I feel like it’s going to &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EXPLODE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; any time soon. I want to scream my heart out, till all the air in my lungs has been expended. I want to destroy something, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;smash it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with a baseball bat. I want to vent out all the anger, all the hurt that I feel inside of me. I want to get rid of this poisonous hatred that has snaked itself inside me. If not, then…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;want &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;fa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ESCAPE.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Now, I understand why &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“it”&lt;/span&gt; happens.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ESCAPE.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;I feel choked. My soul is slowly fading into nothing. My life is slowly being squeezed out of me. What difference would it make if I lived or died? My soul, in a few years’ time, would be gone for good and I would be as good as dead. I struggle to try and break free but the hands that strangle me seem to be made of steel. Sadness seems to have become my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;shadow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; where even in the happiest of moments, even in the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;brightest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of lights it will find its way behind me; A dark cloud that has momentarily been pierced by a shaft of light, only to disappear behind the same ominous curtain.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Yet, I cannot but submit myself to these iron hands. For these iron hands belong to the ones I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; and care for the most.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;I chose not to rebel. Oh, I tried, yes I tried. But I thought what good would it bring me? It would only destroy me, bring nothing but the worst out of me and make my life even more complicated than it already is. So I chose not to rebel.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;But I am tired.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;I am tired of always having to be strong. I am tired of always having to do things by myself. I am tired of making their &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;THOUGHTS&lt;/span&gt; my own, unconsciously pretending that this is what I want, this is what would make me happy… this is what would make ALL of us happy. All the while, the dreams I hold closest to my heart have to be pushed aside if not forgotten. Those simple dreams that would have kept me sane and at least salvage a part of my life have constantly been buried. They say that it’s for my own good and I believe them. But when I have started to live their dreams, there I have ended mine. I do not blame them, no. It is of my own fault that I have not fought hard enough to retain my individuality. I aim to please and I have never been too comfortable with the idea that someone, especially someone dear to me, is angry or worse, disappointed in me. So this is the path I chose time and time again, only to realize that I have lost myself in the process.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;I tried to take “me” back. I tried to piece myself together. But soon I discovered the iron hands are firmly around me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;I still dream my dreams sometimes. I laugh hollowly, secretly, when they ask me why I don’t follow MY dreams anymore. And there was one moment, one glorious moment when my voice tried to speak out, that I told them they never wanted me to pursue it anyway. For a moment, it left them too stunned to speak; But only for a moment.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;How hard it is to fight a losing battle. How hard it is to suppress a voice that aches to speak out and be heard, truly heard and truly understood even for once. Which, when it shyly tries to speak out would soon be cowered into silence by voices louder than its own, uttered by tongues sharper and more precise in delivering the most painful lines. I have tried to be heard in different ways. I shouted, I rebelled, I cried. I tried logic, I tried reason, I tried letters, even silence. But it always ends the same way: they placate me and sweep it under the rug or threaten me into submission.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All the while the rug has turned from a mole hill to a mountain. The words and the pain they’ve caused have formed the prison bars of the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Alcatraz&lt;/st1:place&gt; that have locked up my soul.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;I do not know what will become of me. I do not know if I could do this to myself. Make myself disappear from the face of the earth. For I love life, in the hopes that someday, maybe someday my life would be my own. I want to wake up to that morning knowing that from that day forward, I would wake up to a life that is geared towards fulfilling my hopes, my dreams, my passion.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;A life where &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I AM FREE&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/36060123-6472793615389171039?l=czarinamathilda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://czarinamathilda.blogspot.com/feeds/6472793615389171039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36060123&amp;postID=6472793615389171039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36060123/posts/default/6472793615389171039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36060123/posts/default/6472793615389171039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://czarinamathilda.blogspot.com/2007/06/choice.html' title='A CHOICE'/><author><name>Czarina Mathilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16035396482226662649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36060123.post-1424345741790427623</id><published>2007-04-26T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T14:59:21.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Magboboard exam na lang ako ng December... Paano naman kasi eh pasaway ang mga tao na dapat sila pa ang nagpapadali sa pagpafile namin ng PRC forms namin. Ang daming requirements na tila di na matapos-tapos. Para nang sinasadya talaga kaming madelay... Naaawa naman daw tuloy ako sa mga kabatch kong pilit na naghahabol ng deadline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako naman...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December na nga lang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nararamdaman ko pa rin yung pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kabaliwan talaga ano??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paano naman kasi, tinatanong ako ng nanay ko kagabi kung ano yung mga plano ko sa mga susunod na mga buwan. Hindi pa naman kasi ako settled sa mga desisyon ko, wala pa akong final na plano talaga, eh sa sobrang dami ng tanong, kailangan kong magbigay ng sagot. Ayun, nagbitiw ako ng mga planong hindi ko pa napag-isipan ng mabuti at hindi pa pulido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayaw ko kasi yung minamadali ako into a decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang gulo ng isip kong natulog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kailangan kong mag-isip ng plano...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gusto kong kumuha ng formal guitar lessons... Voice lessons... Culinary class... Work kaya?? Ewan ko...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahala na muna...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36060123-1424345741790427623?l=czarinamathilda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://czarinamathilda.blogspot.com/feeds/1424345741790427623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36060123&amp;postID=1424345741790427623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36060123/posts/default/1424345741790427623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36060123/posts/default/1424345741790427623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://czarinamathilda.blogspot.com/2007/04/magboboard-exam-na-lang-ako-ng-december.html' title=''/><author><name>Czarina Mathilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16035396482226662649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36060123.post-190406378894760282</id><published>2007-04-05T07:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T07:57:51.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DIE</title><content type='html'>1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;breathe...breathe...breathe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;breathe...breathe...breathe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;breathe...breathe...breathe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toot...toot..toooooooooooooooooooooot....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flat line.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did my blogger account just die???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36060123-190406378894760282?l=czarinamathilda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://czarinamathilda.blogspot.com/feeds/190406378894760282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36060123&amp;postID=190406378894760282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36060123/posts/default/190406378894760282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36060123/posts/default/190406378894760282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://czarinamathilda.blogspot.com/2007/04/die.html' title='DIE'/><author><name>Czarina Mathilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16035396482226662649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36060123.post-2568805487821954695</id><published>2007-02-25T09:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T09:24:10.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PANAGBENGA NA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.geocities.com/kurtcedric/images/title.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.geocities.com/kurtcedric/images/title.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's Panagbenga again here in Baguio... It's a time when Session Road is in "bloom" meaning it's closed and then lined with stalls of food, souvenirs, business and what-have-you's... It's a time when floats made of thousands of flowers parade and street dancing abound. It's a time when traffic is heaviest, crowds are densest, thieves are happiest and I am in my laziest mood.... HAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Panagbenga is fun. There are a great deal of good buys here. Although, I wouldn't advise anyone to go to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ukay-ukays&lt;/span&gt; because they are upping their prices!!! Porque't maraming tourists (but isn't that the point??).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my part? I think I need a new haircut... and maybe add color to my hair too. The hair salons might have a promo at this time. Of course they'll have to take advantage of the Festival. I can hear cash registers "ka-ching"ing somewhere. Haha!!! But I'll think about it. The color I mean. My folks might kill me (rolls eyes with a sheepish smile).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I'm killing time before going to the mall and get that haircut...The Flower parade hasn't ended yet and it's a hassle to try and squeeze through the crowds at this time just to be able to get to the mall, which is a few minutes' walking distance from where I live.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36060123-2568805487821954695?l=czarinamathilda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://czarinamathilda.blogspot.com/feeds/2568805487821954695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36060123&amp;postID=2568805487821954695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36060123/posts/default/2568805487821954695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36060123/posts/default/2568805487821954695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://czarinamathilda.blogspot.com/2007/02/panagbenga-na.html' title='PANAGBENGA NA!'/><author><name>Czarina Mathilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16035396482226662649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36060123.post-8626936170986958685</id><published>2007-02-20T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T18:37:09.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Dayz</title><content type='html'>tinatamad akong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;magreview...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;gumising tuwing umaga...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;magduty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;kumain...minsan...lalo pag breakfast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;maglakad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;magblog...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36060123-8626936170986958685?l=czarinamathilda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://czarinamathilda.blogspot.com/feeds/8626936170986958685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36060123&amp;postID=8626936170986958685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36060123/posts/default/8626936170986958685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36060123/posts/default/8626936170986958685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://czarinamathilda.blogspot.com/2007/02/lazy-dayz.html' title='Lazy Dayz'/><author><name>Czarina Mathilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16035396482226662649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36060123.post-117128516209415535</id><published>2007-02-12T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T20:59:22.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW FAVORITE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.pjchmiel.com/photo/food/cdiner-chocmoussecake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.pjchmiel.com/photo/food/cdiner-chocmoussecake.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I just discovered that I have a new favorite...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I ABSOLUTELY LOOOOVE CHOCOLATE MOUSSE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  was eating some this morning over recess and it just came to me that I don't have a favorite cake flavor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there it was... CHOCOLATE MOUSSE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe... &lt;/span&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/36060123-117128516209415535?l=czarinamathilda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://czarinamathilda.blogspot.com/feeds/117128516209415535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36060123&amp;postID=117128516209415535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36060123/posts/default/117128516209415535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36060123/posts/default/117128516209415535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://czarinamathilda.blogspot.com/2007/02/new-favorite.html' title='NEW FAVORITE...'/><author><name>Czarina Mathilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16035396482226662649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36060123.post-117067240029815629</id><published>2007-02-05T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T18:46:40.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ACHTUNG! WARNING!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I keep waiting for the right person to come along and sweep me off my feet. Well, not literally, but you get the picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Every time a guy comes along and pays special attention to me, there is this "sixth sense" that tells me, "Nope. He's not 'The One'." Sounds cheesy like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Matrix&lt;/span&gt;'s Morpheus cheesy but hey! It's true and it works for me. It saves me from the unnecessary pouring of time and effort into something that can never work out; something that, from the start, was doomed to fail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sure, I've broken guys' hearts but that doesn't mean I take pleasure in doing that. It's really difficult to tell a guy "Let's just be friends," and expect that you WILL be friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't want to enter a relationship with a half-baked-me. It would be unfair to both parties. I would be unhappy, he would be unhappy and the relationship would've been a total waste. I cannot feel the willingness to commit myself wholly to one person just yet because I haven't "met" him yet. I feel, that if ever there would be someone right now, I'd just end up doing something foolish and ultimately making an enemy out of an angry ex-boyfriend, or he'd make an enemy out of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes though, this sixth sense can fail me. I would tend to ignore the tell-tale signs. Like for example, the guy just ended a relationship a few months back. My gut feeling would immediately sound the alarms that this guy is on the rebound. I never want to end up being the "rebounder's girlfriend" because that sucks! I hate being a substitute and worse, being a reserve. But because he's just so nice to me, I'd turn off that internal alarm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I always knew it wasn't the right time for me... I can always feel it... But it's not a fool-proof thing. I'm glad that before I could fool myself into believing in something and someone, a very good friend of mine gave me a gentle tap on the shoulder to say, "Hey, don't force yourself. Don't waste time and effort. It's not worth it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thank God for good friends who watch your back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&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/36060123-117067240029815629?l=czarinamathilda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://czarinamathilda.blogspot.com/feeds/117067240029815629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36060123&amp;postID=117067240029815629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36060123/posts/default/117067240029815629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36060123/posts/default/117067240029815629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://czarinamathilda.blogspot.com/2007/02/achtung-warning.html' title='ACHTUNG! WARNING!'/><author><name>Czarina Mathilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16035396482226662649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36060123.post-117059534860533918</id><published>2007-02-04T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T21:22:28.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ARGH...</title><content type='html'>I feel sick.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nose is clogged...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a bad headache...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm going to have a fever....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes hurt....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36060123-117059534860533918?l=czarinamathilda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://czarinamathilda.blogspot.com/feeds/117059534860533918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36060123&amp;postID=117059534860533918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36060123/posts/default/117059534860533918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36060123/posts/default/117059534860533918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://czarinamathilda.blogspot.com/2007/02/argh.html' title='ARGH...'/><author><name>Czarina Mathilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16035396482226662649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36060123.post-117022244515407111</id><published>2007-01-31T13:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T14:03:03.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's new with you Czar?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&gt; Okay first of all I would like to make a correction on the last question of my previous post: Have you ever thought you were going to die?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My answer to that is yes, not only once but several times already. I don't have to share with you those experiences.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&gt; I think I've finally decided on a review center in which I could enroll in... But then the question is, would I be reviewing here in Baguio or in Manila? Almost everyone's discouraging me... I don't know. Lord enlighten my miiiiiiind!!!!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;  Finally! I have completed all of my cases!!! I can graduate and take the board exams for June!!!!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; I am getting to hate community nursing more and more. We always take the dangerous shortcuts. I am a terrible, terrible hiker! Two more grueling weeks to go and I'll be free from it forever! At least I hope so.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; The intensive reviews have already started and our block section was combined with another. The boys from the other block are K.S.P.  They have nothing better to do (actually they do and that is to listen to the discussions but I don't think they're listening...) therefore they are disturbing me. They'll get theirs... soon... I believe in th power of KARMAAAAAA (Beethoven's symphony plays).&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; We have a new roommate in our dormitory. She seems nice... but overly friendly to the point of little or no self-preservation at all! She'll tell every intimate thing about herself without hesitation. In fact, you don't even have to ask! I just hope that she keeps her hands to herself. I don't want a clepto for a roommate... (THE HORROR...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; It's really cold here in Baguio. The temperature just keeps going down! It has reached 9.6 degrees centigrade yesterday. It's amazing how I can still take a bath in the freezing water. It's even more amazing that I keep forgetting to bring a jacket with me. Well, that's partly because I'm always in a hurry to get to my class or else I'd be late again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Community nursing is eating away my allowance!!! All the more reason to hate iiiit.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; I bought this new book. I'm so excited to read it. It's a self-help book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; I love our instructor in Psychiatric Nursing (Mr. Gilbert Marzan). He's so funny and very enthusiastic about his lecture. He gives tips on taking the board exam and many more... If you want to meet him, enroll now at Northcap review center!!!! Nyahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36060123-117022244515407111?l=czarinamathilda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://czarinamathilda.blogspot.com/feeds/117022244515407111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36060123&amp;postID=117022244515407111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36060123/posts/default/117022244515407111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36060123/posts/default/117022244515407111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://czarinamathilda.blogspot.com/2007/01/whats-new-with-you-czar_31.html' title='What&apos;s new with you Czar?'/><author><name>Czarina Mathilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16035396482226662649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36060123.post-116884932293128853</id><published>2007-01-15T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T16:22:02.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THINGS ABOUT ME...</title><content type='html'>Part1: The Birth Of You&lt;br /&gt;where you a planned baby?&lt;br /&gt;-i think so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where you the first?&lt;br /&gt;- nope...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who was present at your birth?&lt;br /&gt;- my folks...the delivery team...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is your birthdate?&lt;br /&gt;- February 17, 1986&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part2:The Family&lt;br /&gt;Are your parents married or divorced?&lt;br /&gt;- married...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an only child?&lt;br /&gt;- no...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you have siblings are you&lt;br /&gt;oldest,middle or youngest?&lt;br /&gt;- middle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what are your sibling's names?&lt;br /&gt;- Natanya Joanna, Manuel III, Raiza Alexis, Golda Margareth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which parent do you get along w/ best?&lt;br /&gt;- both...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you fight about?&lt;br /&gt;- big things, little things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you have step parents?&lt;br /&gt;- are you a retard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part3:The Friends&lt;br /&gt;Do you have more than one bestfriend?&lt;br /&gt;- i call them my closest friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you like to do when you are&lt;br /&gt;together?&lt;br /&gt;- hang out, catch up on things, do crazy stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you share the same interests?&lt;br /&gt;- yeah, some...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which friend do you tell anything to?&lt;br /&gt;- si camz...si maan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part4:Personality&lt;br /&gt;How high/low is your self esteem?&lt;br /&gt;- 9 out of 10.. 1 being the lowest... siyempre love yourself before you can love others...(kanta yun ah...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you get depressed about things&lt;br /&gt;easily?&lt;br /&gt;- not really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you an extrovert or an introvert?&lt;br /&gt;- a little of both... quirky that's what I am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy?&lt;br /&gt;- yes...happiness is a choice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you live life to the fullest?&lt;br /&gt;- i try to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part5:Appearance&lt;br /&gt;Are you comfortable w/ the way you&lt;br /&gt;look?&lt;br /&gt;- kinda, yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe your hair?&lt;br /&gt;- long, black, silky hair (commercial yun ah...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you dress?&lt;br /&gt;- depends on my mood and the weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part6:The Past&lt;br /&gt;Where you a strange child?&lt;br /&gt;- I was a special child. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you used to love that you no&lt;br /&gt;longer do?&lt;br /&gt;- swim; perform with my former band mates...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was there anything in your past that&lt;br /&gt;was traumatizing?&lt;br /&gt;- traumatizing is too harsh a word... eye-opening is better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part7:The Future&lt;br /&gt;What is your ambition?&lt;br /&gt;- to be successful in life and achieve the ultimate "ME"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you scared of growing old?&lt;br /&gt;- No...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do want to get married?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes... when the time is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part8:The outdoors&lt;br /&gt;Do you prefer indoors or outdoors?&lt;br /&gt;- depends upon my mood and the weather...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite season?&lt;br /&gt;- monsoon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like walking in the rain?&lt;br /&gt;- yes...well...when there's nothing for me to worry about if ever i get drenched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part9:Food&lt;br /&gt;Are you a vegetarian?&lt;br /&gt;- almost. i'm allergic to a lot of food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your Favorite food?&lt;br /&gt;- i don't have a favorite. it's hard to have favorites when you're not allowed to eat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What food makes you want to gag?&lt;br /&gt;- stinky food, like langka or durian...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite dessert?&lt;br /&gt;- anything chocolate. chocolate cake, chocolate icecream, brownies, chocolates chocolates chocolates...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite restaurant?&lt;br /&gt;- Resto? Mario's near military cut-off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a fussy eater?&lt;br /&gt;- yes. I can't help it. Like I said, I'm allergic to most foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part10:Relationship and Love&lt;br /&gt;Are you single or taken?&lt;br /&gt;- single...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are taken who is the lucky&lt;br /&gt;boy/girl?&lt;br /&gt;- you MUST be a retard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think love is the greatest&lt;br /&gt;feeling in the world?&lt;br /&gt;- no... all feelings parallel each other at some point or some moment in our life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do believe in love at first sight?&lt;br /&gt;- no... infatuation or even lust, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part11:Experience&lt;br /&gt;What was one of your greatest&lt;br /&gt;experience?&lt;br /&gt;- let me think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was one of your worst?&lt;br /&gt;- when i had this awful nightmare or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bangungot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever done drugs?&lt;br /&gt;- medications, yes. I take antihistamines whenever I ate something not good for me. HAHAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thought you were going&lt;br /&gt;to die?&lt;br /&gt;- yes...once...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36060123-116884932293128853?l=czarinamathilda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://czarinamathilda.blogspot.com/feeds/116884932293128853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36060123&amp;postID=116884932293128853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36060123/posts/default/116884932293128853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36060123/posts/default/116884932293128853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://czarinamathilda.blogspot.com/2007/01/things-about-me.html' title='THINGS ABOUT ME...'/><author><name>Czarina Mathilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16035396482226662649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36060123.post-116884747890366609</id><published>2007-01-15T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T15:51:18.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PROBLEM</title><content type='html'>I've been sitting on my bum for several hours now, surfing the net... and I thought,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When life sucks... learn to spit it out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did that come from??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll think about it more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36060123-116884747890366609?l=czarinamathilda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://czarinamathilda.blogspot.com/feeds/116884747890366609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36060123&amp;postID=116884747890366609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36060123/posts/default/116884747890366609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36060123/posts/default/116884747890366609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://czarinamathilda.blogspot.com/2007/01/problem.html' title='PROBLEM'/><author><name>Czarina Mathilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16035396482226662649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36060123.post-116878314445790188</id><published>2007-01-14T21:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T21:59:04.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>INTERNET!! KONEK!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;hahaha!!!! I'm connected to the internet from my laptop in our dormitory!!! I don't have to go outside!!!! I am officially a Hermit!!!!&lt;/span&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/36060123-116878314445790188?l=czarinamathilda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://czarinamathilda.blogspot.com/feeds/116878314445790188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36060123&amp;postID=116878314445790188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36060123/posts/default/116878314445790188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36060123/posts/default/116878314445790188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://czarinamathilda.blogspot.com/2007/01/internet-konek.html' title='INTERNET!! KONEK!!'/><author><name>Czarina Mathilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16035396482226662649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36060123.post-116842152179168169</id><published>2007-01-10T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T17:32:01.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE NIGHT SHIFT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm going for the night shift at Baguio General Hospital-Delivery Room tonight. It starts at 11 pm till 7 in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I've GOT to stay awake!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Maraming manganganak sana... (please please please...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sa wakas makukumpleto ko na mga cases ko...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Amoy dugo't puke mamaya... aw men!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I gotta get some more shut-eye...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Shit masisira na naman sleeping pattern ko!!!!!!&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/36060123-116842152179168169?l=czarinamathilda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://czarinamathilda.blogspot.com/feeds/116842152179168169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36060123&amp;postID=116842152179168169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36060123/posts/default/116842152179168169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36060123/posts/default/116842152179168169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://czarinamathilda.blogspot.com/2007/01/night-shift.html' title='THE NIGHT SHIFT'/><author><name>Czarina Mathilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16035396482226662649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36060123.post-116825590503468034</id><published>2007-01-08T19:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T19:39:14.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLAH-BLAH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Last friend you:&lt;br /&gt;1. saw: Gabby...&lt;br /&gt;2. Talked to on the phone: Rhuby...&lt;br /&gt;3. Texted: Michael...&lt;br /&gt;4. Messaged over friendster: wala eh...&lt;br /&gt;5. YMed: si dean...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today:&lt;br /&gt;1. Wearing: blouse and pants&lt;br /&gt;2. Better than yesterday?: definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow:&lt;br /&gt;1. Is: January 08&lt;br /&gt;2. Got any plans: i don't know... di 'ko sure kung may pasok... baka orientation for review&lt;br /&gt;3. Dislikes about tomorrow: seeing those 3 biyatchez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite:&lt;br /&gt;1. Number: 17 or just 7&lt;br /&gt;2. Season: summer in baguio, monsoon in ilocos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently:&lt;br /&gt;1. Missing someone: mga dati kong kagrupo&lt;br /&gt;2. Mood: apathetic&lt;br /&gt;3. Wanting: to go out and have some fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q&amp;amp;A:&lt;br /&gt;Q: First thing you did this morning&lt;br /&gt;A: opened my eyes and tried to wake myself up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Last thing you ate&lt;br /&gt;A: snack. Graham cake, soda and chips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you have anything bothering you?&lt;br /&gt;A: yeah. kinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What's annoying you right now?&lt;br /&gt;A: my period. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What's the last movie you saw?&lt;br /&gt;A: Monster house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Who'd you see it with?&lt;br /&gt;A: No one. Nasa room lang naman ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What mall did you last go to?&lt;br /&gt;A: SM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: With whom?&lt;br /&gt;A: uhmmm...Joyce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you believe in long distancerelationships?:&lt;br /&gt;A: I don't think so...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Is there a person who is on your mind rightnow:&lt;br /&gt;A: Yes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Where is the last place you went?&lt;br /&gt;A: my room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you look like your mom or dad?:&lt;br /&gt;A: both. dad's nose, mom's smile, mom's dimples, mom's eyes, dad's and mom's lips, dad's head shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you have any siblings?:&lt;br /&gt;A: have 4 other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you smile often?:&lt;br /&gt;A: yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you think that a person is thinking of you?&lt;br /&gt;A:Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you wish upon stars?&lt;br /&gt;A: I used to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Are you a friendly person?:&lt;br /&gt;A: yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Whose bed did you sleep in lastnight?&lt;br /&gt;A: I don't have a bed. Hahaha! Of course, mine!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What color shirt are you wearin?&lt;br /&gt;A: pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What were you doing at 12 lastnight?:&lt;br /&gt;A: washing my face. I sleep late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: When is the last time you saw your father?:&lt;br /&gt;A: January 02&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you have more guy friends or girl friends?&lt;br /&gt;A: Guy friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: When was the last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;A: i can't remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you get angry easily?&lt;br /&gt;A: sometimes...not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What was your last thought before you went to sleep last night?&lt;br /&gt;A: "i can't sleep... (shifting blankets...*sigh*) Here I go again..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Take any vitamins?&lt;br /&gt;A: nope. Prophylactic antibiotic, erythromycin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What are you about to do?&lt;br /&gt;A: type my answer to this question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you ever check your phone waiting for someone to call?&lt;br /&gt;A. nope. text lang. Kuripot ang mga tao ngayon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Rate life as of right now 1-10.&lt;br /&gt;A: 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Would you say that most people who first meet you like you?&lt;br /&gt;A: most? I don't know. But they often get the impression I'm a snob. Which is SO not ME.&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/36060123-116825590503468034?l=czarinamathilda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://czarinamathilda.blogspot.com/feeds/116825590503468034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36060123&amp;postID=116825590503468034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36060123/posts/default/116825590503468034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36060123/posts/default/116825590503468034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://czarinamathilda.blogspot.com/2007/01/blah-blah.html' title='BLAH-BLAH'/><author><name>Czarina Mathilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16035396482226662649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36060123.post-116825164573915762</id><published>2007-01-08T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T18:20:45.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATES</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&gt;&gt;Well, in-house reviews for the board exam are about to start tomorrow (I think) and I'm pretty excited about it. FYI: in-house reviews mean that the university will be the ones conducting the board exam review covered by our tuition fee. Our quizzes and exams are counted in the computation for midterm and final grades. Then, our teacher was discouraging us from enrolling in review centers because what they teach there would be the same stuff that they'd be teaching us in the in-house reviews. Review centers are different though, they give tips on how to take the board exam, etc., etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;&gt;&gt; I'm going to enroll in a review center over the summer. I don't wanna be "blank" for two months. The problem is, &lt;em&gt;which review center?? And which schedule, whole day or half day??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;&gt;&gt; I don't know when I want to take the board exam!! It's either June or December. On one hand, I don't want to be stressed over "cramming" so much information into my head for the June board. On the other hand, I'll be left with 6 months bum time for December. What will I do with the 6 months?? My parents have OK'd withthe December board. I didn't even have to ask them. They just told me and said that "We don't want you getting stressed out."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;&gt;&gt; Yesterday when &lt;em&gt;those three &lt;/em&gt;(Emerj, Nancy and K-anne) came to the hospital, I ignored them. I don't want to pretend that I'm okay with what happened the other day. Sure, I gave up my slot, but with a very heavy heart and very angry mind. They should know that it's their fault. They'd better not be bitching about me behind my back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;&gt;&gt; This morning, I still ignored them. I'm still not okay with what they did. They're scared to approach me. I don't know what I'd do to them if they did. I'm so angry. I don't even know how I am when I'm really mad. I've never lost control. And that's scarier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;&gt;&gt; My hypogastric area hurts (&lt;em&gt;puson&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;&gt;&gt; I can see our university's hospital from the computer terminal where I'm sitting at. Weird enough, I miss it... (huh??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;&gt;&gt; I wanna bum around...Or review... Or... ACK!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;&gt;&gt; My aunt who's a doctor told me over the Christmas break that I should have my tonsils removed already. THEN, my dentist told me I should have a root canal so that my mandibular wisdom teeth would be removed (screeching and screaming noise from PSYCHO can be heard in the background)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;&gt;&gt; Why don't I have a boyfriend?? Oh. I remember. Right now, it's SOOOO NOT WORTH IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;&gt;&gt; When can I have my tonsils removed?? I don't want my tonsils removed... What about that root canal?? (fast, buzzing sound of nailbiting)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36060123-116825164573915762?l=czarinamathilda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://czarinamathilda.blogspot.com/feeds/116825164573915762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36060123&amp;postID=116825164573915762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36060123/posts/default/116825164573915762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36060123/posts/default/116825164573915762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://czarinamathilda.blogspot.com/2007/01/updates.html' title='UPDATES'/><author><name>Czarina Mathilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16035396482226662649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36060123.post-116809307357560282</id><published>2007-01-06T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T22:17:53.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE THEM!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I HATE MY GROUPMATES!!! THEY ARE INSUFFERABLE! I DON'T &lt;u&gt;CARE&lt;/u&gt; IF THEY GET TO READ THIS BLOG!!! SO MUCH THE BETTER! I HOPE THEY DIE &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DIE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DIE!!!!!!!!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I can't understand why they are the way they are. They are all so selfish, so self-absorbed, egoistic, stupid, self-serving, low-life, motherfucking, cock-sucking, idiotic, below-sea-level life forms!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Today, they all got on my nerves!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(deep breaths.... deeeeep breaths...... veeeeryy looooong deeeep breaaaths........)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Where to start...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;It all started when I set foot in the hospital at 6:40 in the morning. Let's name NAMES...... I was going up to the dressing room at the fifth floor when K-anne came to me and said, "Czar, czar! &lt;em&gt;May kasalanan ako sa'yo... malaking kasalanan..."&lt;/em&gt; I was then immediately put on guard for what she was about to tell me. She told me that the four of us who weren't able to go for on-call duties last year were top priority for on-call this year. Yesterday, when I went home ahead, the other three decided that they should draw lots to see who will go for 16 hours duty today. Unfortunately, K-anne told me I was left with the number that indicated I wasn't going for on-call. I was a little pissed off because it was so unfair of them. I wasn't there. To add to that, she didn't even remember to text me and tell me about their f**king decision. I told her right then and there that it was unfair. But it was obvious that they didn't want to give up their slots, or draw lots again now that I was there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So having been told that, I proceeded to the dressing room with a thoughtful look on my face. I went on about my work, but as the day wore on, it got more difficult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;You want to know why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Because my ever-so-loving and helpful groupmates kept asking me to do stuff for them that they could do themselves (JUST BECAUSE IT WAS A PART OF MY ROLE IN FUNCTIONAL NURSING MODALITY. I WAS THE ROUTINE NURSE). They know I am busy, they know that I have lots of other things to do, but &lt;em&gt;STILL&lt;/em&gt; they keep piling up all this crap on me. It was supposed to be a teamwork.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Take for example, situation 1: I told patient X to press the buzzer if ever her IV bottle is about 100 ml level already. Then, it got busy in the ward. I was ordered by the staff nurse to get the blood pressure of patient Y because she was hypertensive. But when I arrived at the ward, K-anne and Joyce were standing infront of the bed of patient X, pointing at the IV bottle which has actually run dry, and not doing anything about it. With the blood pressure cuff in hand, I was stopped in my tracks by their words. They were just staring at me and at the bottle, "Czar yung IV mo run dry na..." Oh my GOD! Don't they have any common sense?! They could help me out a little, y'know??! They could've closed the IV line and THEN called for my attention. They were risking the patient further. I admit, I was wrong because I neglected my duty, but GOD so help me... My groupmates are so... ugh!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;To add the cherry on top, the four of us were having a dilemma over the on-call duty. Nancy, K-ann and Emerj didn't want to give up on their slots. On the second draw-lots, I got in. Emerj was out. But then, she insisted that we draw lots again because she HAS to go on duty tonight BECAUSE she has &lt;em&gt;important &lt;/em&gt;stuff to do tomorrow. Yeah. Like we don't have any either!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;SELFISH, SELFISH, SELFISH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I was wasting time over bullshit, so I told them, "You know what? You can have it. Since you've already decided between the three of you to have a draw-lots yesterday and you got in, you go ahead! Have your completion duty! Anyway, I only wanted a fair chance, but since nobody wants to give up, then I GIVE UP. I'm going, because I have other more important things to do and more patients to attend to."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I felt so bad after that, I wanted to cry really hard. I felt so ANGRY. But I couldn't bring it out. I walked home to calm myself down. And believe me, it was a long walk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Someday, they'll get theirs........ Bad Karma for them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36060123-116809307357560282?l=czarinamathilda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://czarinamathilda.blogspot.com/feeds/116809307357560282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36060123&amp;postID=116809307357560282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36060123/posts/default/116809307357560282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36060123/posts/default/116809307357560282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://czarinamathilda.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-hate-them.html' title='I HATE THEM!!!'/><author><name>Czarina Mathilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16035396482226662649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36060123.post-116762992242024012</id><published>2007-01-01T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T13:38:42.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR!! and a belated Merry Christmas!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, it's 2007! HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Christmas in Baguio turned out to be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;one of the best decisions&lt;/span&gt; we've ever made. It wasn't so bad after all. In fact, it was great! Although I didn't get out of the house to roam around the city with my family (just like my youngest sister Golda!), I was content on staying home and just bonding with the family. It was the only time that I would be able to actually hang out with them for that long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;You see, the great thing about our house in Baguio was that it was smaller than our family house. We see each other everyday, in fact, what with our number (9 to be exact) we &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"bump"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; into each other a lot! This Christmas, it felt just the way it should be. It was really a time spent with the family together. Now if we were in Vigan for Christmas, I would almost always be found in front of my laptop typing away and surfing the net, or in bed and asleep, or in front of the television. Most of us would be doing our own thing. Sometimes, I'd only see some of my siblings during mealtime. They'd be out with their friends or holed up in their own rooms like me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;So, even if I didn't feel that excited about spending Christmas there in Baguio, I realize now that it doesn't matter where you spend your Christmas, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it's whom you spend your Christmas with that matters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;New Year was celebrated here in Vigan. We passed through a town that made fireworks and I insisted that we buy even just a little. We never had a New Year's celebration with fireworks. So we bought sparklers and 2 fountains. My parents didn't want those that were too dangerous. It was okay. The sparklers and fountains turned out to be rip-offs, they didn't even sparkle. But it was quite funny! We screamed and giggled as if it were those big noisy fireworks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; Last night, we all helped in preparing the food for the Medya Noche. We ate so much food and drank wine and looked at the fireworks display that our neighbors were lighting up. We laughed and told jokes, shared stories and ate some more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Tomorrow, I will be going back to Baguio for the start of the classes for this year. The year 2006 ended wonderfully, and &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hope that this year, 2007, will be the start of a wonderful journey yet again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&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/36060123-116762992242024012?l=czarinamathilda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://czarinamathilda.blogspot.com/feeds/116762992242024012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36060123&amp;postID=116762992242024012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36060123/posts/default/116762992242024012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36060123/posts/default/116762992242024012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://czarinamathilda.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-new-year-and-belated-merry.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR!! and a belated Merry Christmas!!'/><author><name>Czarina Mathilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16035396482226662649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36060123.post-116644229267244622</id><published>2006-12-18T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T19:54:02.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RANDOM THOUGHTS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&gt; We'll be spending Christmas here in Baguio. It would be our first time. It's so cold here even if it's noon. &lt;strong&gt;Lotion and lipbalms&lt;/strong&gt; are always at the ready...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&gt; Oh well, a few more months to go and it's graduation. I think I'm going &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bonkers.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I don't know which review center I'd be enrolling in. At first, I was really sure I'd enroll in Northcap. But now, I'm thinking of changing plans...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&gt; Prelim examsssss... woooh... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm supposed to be reviewing right now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. But I just wanted to take a short break. De-stresssssss!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&gt; I can't wake up for the simbang gabi... I can't make me get up and get going... ARRRGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;&gt; My parents are here in Baguio. They came to get the &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hotshowers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; installed in our house in Pinesville. The house is ready for this Christmas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Part&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; reason &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt; we'll &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;be&lt;/span&gt; spending &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; here &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(I guess)&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;signed&lt;/span&gt; up &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;for&lt;/span&gt; completion &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;duties;&lt;/span&gt; meaning I'll &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;be&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;duty&lt;/span&gt; several &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;days&lt;/span&gt; over &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; holidays. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;It's&lt;/span&gt; what is &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;necessary!&lt;/span&gt; Can't &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;blame&lt;/span&gt; me... &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; haven't &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;completed &lt;/span&gt;my &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;cases&lt;/span&gt; yet... &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;make &lt;/span&gt;it &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt; convenient &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;for&lt;/span&gt; everybody, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; folks &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;decided&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;spend&lt;/span&gt; our &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;holidays&lt;/span&gt; here...&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;yey...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;P&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;Y &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;O&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;I&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;A&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;S &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;V&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;R&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;O&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;E&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/36060123-116644229267244622?l=czarinamathilda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://czarinamathilda.blogspot.com/feeds/116644229267244622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36060123&amp;postID=116644229267244622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36060123/posts/default/116644229267244622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36060123/posts/default/116644229267244622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://czarinamathilda.blogspot.com/2006/12/random-thoughts.html' title='RANDOM THOUGHTS...'/><author><name>Czarina Mathilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16035396482226662649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36060123.post-116488493885269556</id><published>2006-11-30T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T19:10:21.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DOGGONE DAY...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;For this week I am assigned at the Obstetrics and Gynecology Ward at St. Louis University Hospital of the Sacred Heart (whew!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;My duty starts at 7 a.m. and ends at 3 p.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;My life is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;boring&lt;/span&gt;. I didn't feel fulfilled with my duty today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;I feel like a totally useless piece of meat in pink uniform, a white apron and a tiny nurse's cap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;Dang! (in gangsta accent)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;I need to do something useful tomorrow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;Then, when I went on my lunch break I got pissed off too. I saw someone I didn't like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;She's such a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;hypocrite&lt;/span&gt;. I just gave her my "sweetest" bitter smile and went on my way. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Food takes first place over catfights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Not that I get into any...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;And when I was about to get off duty, someone who wasn't even a close friend of mine wanted to borrow my laptop because their group was unable to bring one (actually they forgot. DUHmb thing to do).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;I almost didn't lend it to them because first of all, I don't trust them with my laptop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;But I did (DUHmber thing to do).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;Because my roommate happened to be their classmate and I trusted her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;So I told them that my roommate should be the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;only one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to touch my laptop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;Now, I have to go write my position paper...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36060123-116488493885269556?l=czarinamathilda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://czarinamathilda.blogspot.com/feeds/116488493885269556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36060123&amp;postID=116488493885269556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36060123/posts/default/116488493885269556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36060123/posts/default/116488493885269556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://czarinamathilda.blogspot.com/2006/11/doggone-day.html' title='DOGGONE DAY...'/><author><name>Czarina Mathilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16035396482226662649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36060123.post-116488348463137033</id><published>2006-11-30T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T18:46:33.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A FLEETING THOUGHT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Every night as I lay on my bed and think of how my day has gone, I feel a soft nudge in the region of my heart. It seems to want to remind me that it harbors too much... Too much of what? Too much sadness, too much loneliness...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I lie in wait as I stare at a starless sky&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Waiting for what? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;For the &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;moon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to shine a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;nd the stars to appear, w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;inking at me as if they know my secrets...everything that I hold dear...every ache and every joy... a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;nd yet, I think they do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;I stare out the window... staring, staring, staring... but actually seeing nothing of the sunshine and the beauty that is the world outside... No tears fall from my eyes, instead I choke back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;When will the leaves fall? When will my winter pass? When will I step out of the cold and into the warmth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;I pray... and yet I do not pray...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;I whisper, then, my secrets to &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, hoping He hears them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Slowly, slowly, I fall into a deep slumber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Hoping that upon awakening, I will no longer find myself &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;invisible&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36060123-116488348463137033?l=czarinamathilda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://czarinamathilda.blogspot.com/feeds/116488348463137033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36060123&amp;postID=116488348463137033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36060123/posts/default/116488348463137033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36060123/posts/default/116488348463137033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://czarinamathilda.blogspot.com/2006/11/fleeting-thought.html' title='A FLEETING THOUGHT'/><author><name>Czarina Mathilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16035396482226662649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36060123.post-116359208088133950</id><published>2006-11-15T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:01:20.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TONSILLITIS EPIDEMIC??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;As my family and many of my friends know, I have been suffering from tonsillitis for like eternity. I've never had any afebrile episodes (fever), and only the occasional sore throat/hoarse voice. BUt apart from that, I've never suffered anything serious. Well... there was this time that I felt really bad (SINUSITIS, DRY COUGH, HEADACHE AND ADD THE TONSILLITIS), but I survived.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Then, recently, one of my roommates suffered from tonsillitis. Her fever reached up to 44 degrees celsius and at that temperature a person is supposed to be convulsing. But miraculously, my roommate was still conscious and coherent and she was even able to walk to the nearby hospital (of course we accompanied her.DUH!).  I stayed with her until she was finally admitted into the hospital and her sister arrived.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;The following day, one of my roommates suffered the same thing. Her temperature on the other hand was around 38.6 degrees celsius and that is still very high. As of this moment, as I am typing this entry, she is in her 8pm class. She couldn't bear to be absent.... Ah such dedication. But it's sheer (for lack of a better term) stupidity. I couldn't force her to stay. She was insistent. And no one would be left in our room to take care of her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;I just hope that it's not my fault and that I am causing some kind of new mutation for streptococcal bacteria and have turned them into super villains: Tonsillitis can now be contracted by inhaling "airborne" droplets. It originated in the Philippines from the carrier named &lt;em&gt;Czarina Argel.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;GOD. Infamous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36060123-116359208088133950?l=czarinamathilda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://czarinamathilda.blogspot.com/feeds/116359208088133950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36060123&amp;postID=116359208088133950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36060123/posts/default/116359208088133950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36060123/posts/default/116359208088133950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://czarinamathilda.blogspot.com/2006/11/tonsillitis-epidemic.html' title='TONSILLITIS EPIDEMIC??'/><author><name>Czarina Mathilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16035396482226662649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36060123.post-116317135844743140</id><published>2006-11-10T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T23:09:18.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BACK TO SQUARE ONE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, I'm almost back to square one again. Graduation is just around the corner (I DO hope I graduate this year!) After that, everything will be a fresh start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember how I felt when I graduated from grade school. I felt so excited because I'll be in high school soon, and high school meant "COOL" back then. When I got to high school, it was everything I expected, and more. There were ups and downs, but that just made it all better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th Year of high school meant choosing colleges and of course a future profession. I chose to study Nursing in Baguio, and I was the only one among my siblings (I think) whose priority school was SLU. I only applied to 2 schools: UP and SLU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, as my college days are only a few months away from ending, I can say that it has been a fun, wild, eye-opening and breathtaking ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I am nearing facing the inevitable moment of joining the workforce, I hope that my future will be as bright as the way I imagined it when I was younger...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36060123-116317135844743140?l=czarinamathilda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://czarinamathilda.blogspot.com/feeds/116317135844743140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36060123&amp;postID=116317135844743140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36060123/posts/default/116317135844743140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36060123/posts/default/116317135844743140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://czarinamathilda.blogspot.com/2006/11/back-to-square-one.html' title='BACK TO SQUARE ONE'/><author><name>Czarina Mathilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16035396482226662649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36060123.post-116300289466880153</id><published>2006-11-09T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T00:21:34.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOULD YOU RATHER...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); text-align: left; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I got this from a Cosmopolitan Magazine. When I read it, I really couldn’t stop laughing! Read on…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Would You Rather…?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Compiled by: Zo Aguila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;When caught in a boring situation (ex. A dull date, barkada convo lulls, or a delayed flight), these made-up scenarios are so intriguing (others hilarious) to think and talk about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;First Impressions:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Would you rather…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. have no eyebrows or a one-inch thick uni-brow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. have a big mother &lt;i style=""&gt;nunal &lt;/i&gt;(&lt;i style=""&gt;tansan&lt;/i&gt;-sized) right on the center of your nose or a hundred moles scattered all over your face?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. be bombshell gorgeous and really dumb or Einstein brilliant and mega ugly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. look like you smell bad or actually smell bad but look like you don’t?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5. have bad breath or body odor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6. have a hot boyfriend with bad breath or a hot boyfriend with body odor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Relationship Factor:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Would you rather…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. someone fall for your looks or fall for your personality?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. &lt;i style=""&gt;ipagpalit ka sa ibang girl or ipagpalit ka sa boy?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. be the cruel heartbreaker or be the one with the broken heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. be your crush’s sex pal &lt;i style=""&gt;lang &lt;/i&gt;(no emotional connection whatsoever) or be just his platonic pal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5. date someone hotter than you are or be the hotter one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;In the Sack:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Would you rather…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. your guy’s penis be ten inches long, but pencil thin or three inches long, but with the circumference of a &lt;i style=""&gt;de lata?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. have spontaneous orgasms every couple of minutes or no orgasms at all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. have porn-level sex appeal or no sex appeal whatsoever?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. your partner be so learned in bed (with countless former bedmates) or be a clueless virgin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;   &lt;/span&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/36060123-116300289466880153?l=czarinamathilda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://czarinamathilda.blogspot.com/feeds/116300289466880153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36060123&amp;postID=116300289466880153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36060123/posts/default/116300289466880153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36060123/posts/default/116300289466880153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://czarinamathilda.blogspot.com/2006/11/would-you-rather.html' title='WOULD YOU RATHER...?'/><author><name>Czarina Mathilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16035396482226662649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36060123.post-116245440142424194</id><published>2006-11-02T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T16:16:03.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SAMPU</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;TEN FAVORITES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;01. televison show:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;~* prison break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;02. flower:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;~* tulip... star gazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;03. color:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;~*white &amp;amp; black, pink, blue, green, lavender/violet/purple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;04. sport:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;~* thumb wrestling. haha! swimming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;05. mall:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;~* favorite mall?? Wala sa sobrang dami ng mall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;06. music:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;~* alternative, rock, alternative rock, some pop, RnB, etc. Check out my Friendster account na lang. Nakalink ang blog ko 'dun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;07. food:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;~* Pinoy food? adobong sitaw, squash soup and Vigan longganisa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;08. season:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;~* rainy... yung may intervals na walang ulan naman noh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;09. animal:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;~* doggies especially the small ones. Ayoko yung mabalahibo masyado like poodles or yung malalaki masyado like Dobermann, nagsawa na ako.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;10. city:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;~* baguio and of course my hometown, Vigan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;TEN FACTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;01. hometown:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;~* Vigan City, Ilocos Sur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;02. hair color:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;~* black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;03. hair length:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;~* past the shoulder blades... gusto ko na ngang ipagupit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;04. hair style:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;~* uhmmm...style or cut? Pag style... I'm always seen with hair in a ponytail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;05. eye color:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;~* dark brown. almost black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;06. shoe size:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;~* 5 or six. depends on the shoe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;07. mood:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;~* indefinite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;08. short/long hair:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;~* refer to question 3. Duh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;09. available?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;~* not when I'm busy. Hehehe! If you mean am I single, then yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;10. zodiac sign:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;~* Aquarius&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;TEN THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;01. have you ever been in love:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;~* of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;02. do you believe in love:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;~* naturally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;03. why did your last relationship fail?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;~* no comment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;04. have you ever been heartbroken:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;~* yup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;05. have you ever broken someone's heart:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;~* I think Santa put me on the naughty list for those.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;06. have you ever fallen for your best friend:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;~* hmmm... almost. Caught myself in time! Hehehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;07. have you ever loved someone but never told&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;them:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;~* Family and friends? Nope. Other than that? Puro crush lang, and I don't plan on telling them na crush ko sila. Asa!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;08. are you afraid of commitment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;~* i think so...i'm not really sure...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;09. have you ever had a secret admirer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;~* yes... Although there's this one that I never found out his identity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;10. do you believe in love at first sight:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;~*nope. What people often mistake for love at first sight is just plain attraction, infatuation or even lust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;TEN THINGS: THIS OR THAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;01. love or money:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;~* both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;02. hard liquor or beer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;~* uhrmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;04. one night stands or relationships:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;~* relationships of course. I'm no cheap-o!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;05. televison or internet:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;~* both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;06. pepsi or coke:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;~* pwedeng tubig na lang?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;07. wild night or romantic night:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;~* wild romantic night? hahaha! I'd go for romantic...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;08. colored or black and white pictures:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;~* depends on how good the pictures are. I like them both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;09. phone or in person:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;~* again it depends. Some things are better said in person than on the phone and vice versa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;10. friendster or myspace:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;~* friendster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;TEN HAVE YOU EVERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;01. have you ever been caught sneaking out:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;~* sneaking out of where? the classroom? sneaking in. Grade 3. I was somewhere else and I was late for the class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;02. have you ever skinny dipped:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;~* haha! nope!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;03. have you ever done something you regret:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;~* I used to... but now I'm thankful for those things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;04. have you ever bungee jumped:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;~* no but I would like to try it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;05. have you ever been on a house boat:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;~* uhmm... I've been on the Super Ferry a couple of times. Does that count?? Hehehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;06. have you ever finished an entire jaw breaker:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;~* no....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;07. have you ever wanted someone so badly it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;hurt:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;~* hmm... yes...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;08. have you ever been in love with a friend?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;~* a friend..........wait..........let me think.............in like, yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;09. have you ever been in love to a professor?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;~* crush lang...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;10. have you ever been caught looking at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;your crush?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;~* Hahahahaha! a big fat YES. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36060123-116245440142424194?l=czarinamathilda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://czarinamathilda.blogspot.com/feeds/116245440142424194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36060123&amp;postID=116245440142424194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36060123/posts/default/116245440142424194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36060123/posts/default/116245440142424194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://czarinamathilda.blogspot.com/2006/11/sampu.html' title='SAMPU'/><author><name>Czarina Mathilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16035396482226662649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36060123.post-116229345467710428</id><published>2006-10-31T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T19:17:35.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Middle ground...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;I'm often the quiet one in the family especially when I was in grade school and high school, talking only when being spoken to. Maybe because back then, I felt that if I spoke up, I wouldn't be heard anyway. So why try? Being the middle child in a brood of five is difficult, especially if the age gap is only about a year apart. A middle child is not really quite "here" nor "there". She's not one of the "panganays" and neither is she one of the "bunsos". Everybody knows that the two aforementioned are the ones who get the most attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room mate was my ate. We never really understood each other though because she was already dealing with adolescence, puberty and high school while I was worrying over... I don't know. My brother, being the only boy in the family, didn't really want to hang out with girls back then (alam mo namaaan ang mga lalakeeee). The two youngest had each other. Being a middle child, I was mostly left alone (in a manner of speaking).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in my young mind, I said to myself that I have to excel in order to be noticed. I started young. In Kindergarten, I was the only one among my siblings who would be able to study her lessons by herself (that's what mom told us). If I needed help, only then will I approach mom. This went on to grade school and then high school. I was on the honor's list and I was active in many school activities, even the student council.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was doing great. I was almost perfect. Until one day something happened to me and I realized that I've shut out most of the people in my life, even my family. I've never really been close to anyone, not even that close to my own brother and sisters. I was uptight and quite lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was spending my last summer before freshman college started. I started to change myself then. I wanted to be closer to my two younger sisters, to my parents and to my friends, but I didn't know how to do it. I was awkward. By the time I went off to college, I didn't really know if I made any difference at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm in college and graduating this school year, a lot of things have changed. I've grown and learned from life but I know I still have much to learn. I'm not as shy as before and now I'm more able to adjust to things and to people who come from different cultures and from all walks of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at home, I'm still that quiet little child. A little more talkative, a little less shy, yet essentially the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people who are closest to my heart are the people whom I find it difficult to be closest to. This, in turn, makes it difficult for them to really understand me. So whenever I do something that they think is out of character, they think I'm overly sensitive or rebelling. But I'm not. People change. I changed. My only problem is I find it difficult to show it to my family. I was just trying to show who I am. But whenever I do try, I end up getting my feelings hurt or hurting other people's feelings or both. I withdraw and shy away. It's a vicious cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my family dearly. I don't think they realize just how much. They may be annoying sometimes and we may have quarrels and misunderstandings, but that's just part of it all. I'd do everything within my capabilities for them. I do my best to understand them and love them unconditionally. But what I have forgotten was to let them really understand me. To show to them who I really am. So now, another change is happening. I know it will be slow and painful, but it is what's necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36060123-116229345467710428?l=czarinamathilda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://czarinamathilda.blogspot.com/feeds/116229345467710428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36060123&amp;postID=116229345467710428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36060123/posts/default/116229345467710428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36060123/posts/default/116229345467710428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://czarinamathilda.blogspot.com/2006/10/on-middle-ground.html' title='On Middle ground...'/><author><name>Czarina Mathilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16035396482226662649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36060123.post-116213908558601208</id><published>2006-10-29T23:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T00:25:40.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Survey for the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Change your eye color, what color would they be?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;greeeen... I've always liked green eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Have any hair color in the world, which color?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;auburn. To match the green eyes. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Instantly be fluent in one language, which language and why?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;French. It's just SO sexy to hear someone speak French. You can speak dirty words but still sound so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Instantly be able to play an instrument, which instrument and why?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;If you say "play" do you mean "really good at it" or just plain "play"?? Well I'd like to play the guitars really well... or the piano... violin!!! Yun na lang, never ko pa kasi nasubukang tumugtog ng violin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Get any job in the world and be good at it too,which job would it be?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Miranda Priestly's job in "The Devil Wears Prada." I just love fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Live anywhere in the world, where would it be and why?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;hmmm... sounds cheesy but there's no place like home. Now if you're talking taking a trip AROUND THE WORLD...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Join any band, which band would it be?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Boyband.Joke lang!!!! Mga dati kong kabanda nung high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Have any superpower, what would it be and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Control over time. Coz I'm usually late... and a perpetual crammer... and an expert procrastinator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Relive one of your favorite memories, which one would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;when I went out with this guy and had one of the greatest conversations I've ever had...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Magically alter any aspect of your appearance without any pain whatsoever, what would you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;magically make my skin allergy-free forever!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Eliminate one bug from the planet, which one and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;mosquitos. First they get what they want from you (which is blood of course), then they leave you with an itchy bump and give you a bonus (take your pick: malaria, dengue, etc. etc.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Bring any TV shows that went off the air back,which ones would you bring back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Dharma and Greg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;You were president, what changes would you make to your country?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Improve the economy for real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Could become an animal, which animal would you be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I've always thought I'd be a good tiger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Eliminate any class from your schedule, which would it be and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;None coz they're my majors. Duh! 4th year!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Eliminate one season, which one and why?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;None because the Philippines only have two. Grabe naman pag sobrang ulan o sobrang init!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Improve one of your five senses, which one would you improve?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Hearing. May bad habit kasi akong selective hearing. At para magkaalaman na rin. Bwahahahah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Instantly become famous, what would you want to be famous for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Music and Design&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Change your name, what would you change it to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I'll leave my name just the way it is. I love my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Paint your room, what colors would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Pastel colors. More on green or lavender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Be an instant millionaire, what would you do with the money?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Make more millions until they're zillions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Meet any famous person, who would you meet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;the Dalai Lama...cheesy. Okay I wanna meet Angelina Jolie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Master one school subject, which subject wouldyou choose and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;NCM (meaning lahat ng NCM subjects ko) kasi feeling ko kulang na kulang ako sa mastery. Bwahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Visit any planet, no matter how far or how bad living conditions are, which would you visit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Mars. It might be the next best thing to earth in future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Spend an unlimited amount of money in any one store, which store would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Saks. HAHA..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Go back to one of your younger ages, what age would you be again and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Before I hit puberty. Because I didn't care how I looked back then... Hindi pa ako nako-"conscious"... Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Get one piercing and/or tattoo without any pain,what would you get?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I don't like tattoos because they look dirty (and think about your grandpa's jiggly arm with your grandma's face tattooed on it). Pierce? Sa belly button siguro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &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/36060123-116213908558601208?l=czarinamathilda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://czarinamathilda.blogspot.com/feeds/116213908558601208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36060123&amp;postID=116213908558601208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36060123/posts/default/116213908558601208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36060123/posts/default/116213908558601208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://czarinamathilda.blogspot.com/2006/10/survey-for-day-change-your-eye-color_29.html' title=''/><author><name>Czarina Mathilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16035396482226662649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36060123.post-116193056088966855</id><published>2006-10-27T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T17:28:01.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GIRL FRIENDS VS. GUY FRIENDS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I've been thinking lately why I have more guy friends than girl friends that I really like to hang out with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;The PROS: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;GUY FRIENDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;1. can go anywhere because they don't have pedicures to worry about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;2. can do sporty stuff... lots. Billiards, table tennis, lawn tennis, basketball, wall climbing, swimming, thumb wrestling. What else? Take your pick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;3. can talk to you about anything and everything under the sun. They can give you a guy's point of view. They are direct to the point. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;4. If you're with nice guys, they're gentlemen and would offer to give you a lift home or pay the bill when you eat fishball.&lt;br /&gt;5. have other guy friends who happen to be your crush. You can hang out with your friend plus your crush. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;6. are really funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;7. allow you to be comfortable with them, dress in more comfortable clothes, have really gross contests like burping contests, farting contests (not really.hehehe!). They're not that conscious of how stupid they'd look when you'll go to a gamezone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;8. An acoustic guitar (plus a beatbox if we're that lucky), a few drinks and some food are all we need and we're good to go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;9. can eat anything and you can pig out with them. They don't care about the calories. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;10. Fall in love with you. Guy friends can get really nice and you're lucky if you like the guy too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;The Cons: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;GUY FRIENDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;1. often get really prissy with their hair. They hate it when you touch their hair. AND their shoes, especially if it's white or leather. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;2. cream you at sports if you really don't know how to play. No mercy. "Walang girl-girl dito!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;3. sometimes forget that they're with a girl and the subject gets... well... sensitive. But if you're okay or comfortable with that, then cool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;4. sometimes forget that they're still with a girl and they treat you like one of the guys. Have you seen your guy friends pull up a chair for their other guy friends??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; 5. When you're hanging out with your crush's barkada and him, you see him do really stupid things... icky things like pick his nose or fart really loudly (and stinks really bad too). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;6. can tease you to no end until you actually cry/get mad/get really mad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;7. sometimes go out in their ratty clothes. Slippers, shorts and their favorite old t-shirt. The ultra-comfy-look. You can't talk about make-up and all that girly stuff. Most guys also hate shopping when they're with girls. (Whatever!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;8. The songs they sing are totally far from the songs you like. So basically you don't appreciate their acoustic jam sessions. Aw just listen! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;9. can out-eat you so don't try to out-eat them. But I can out-eat some guys. HAHA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;10. Fall in love with you. Guys can get really mushy and touchy-feely. Too bad for you if you don't like the guy and he JUST.WON'T.TAKE.NO.FOR.AN.ANSWERRRRR! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Oftentimes I find it difficult to mingle with girls. It may not show, but gurl if only you could read my mind! I've been backstabbed so many times by some of my closest friends that I've grown cynical. I seem to have never learned until the last straw. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;The PROS: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;GIRL FRIENDS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;1. can go and shop with you till you both drop. It's also okay with them if you linger more around one particularly interesting shop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;2. can understand you because she's the same sex as you. Girl friends can share with you great advice on kikay stuff, boy stuff, problems of the heart and so on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;3. can give you a hug anytime you want, even if you ask for it, without anyone putting malice into it. You can giggle and be silly with them without nauseating them (boys get green in the face when we do that kasi). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;4. can be told those secrets that you just can't tell your guy friends (like you have a crush on his kabarkada) and they can be trusted to keep it that way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;5. can keep up with you in gabfests or movie marathons on all those chick flicks and definite cutie-sighting movies especially when it's a sleep over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;6. are okay with it if you would cry infront of them. They'd know the right thing to do and the right pick-me-up item to lighten your mood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;7. won't fall inlove with you. They're not into that kind of sexuality. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;8. would fight tooth and nail for you when they feel you've being dissed by some lame chick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;9. cover for you when you're into some trouble (either with a guy, your parents or some other person). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;10. know when you're not okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;The Cons:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; GIRL FRIENDS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;1. sometimes borrow money from you (meaning, it's deducted from your allowance/salary) just to buy that oh-so-cute-little-t-shirt you both ogled in the store window. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;2. can't give you much help when you're in need of technical/mechanical help with thingamajigs. They'd whine endlessly that they're tired and bored and want to sit down and drink coffeeeeeee......... ugh. Not much help. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;3. can't hug you if they're not into that kind of thing. They think it's...corny? It's just not their thaaaaannngggg. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;4. can use those deep dark secrets as weapons of destruction in your life. Enough said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;5. can outgab you. I mean come on, go to sleep already! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;6. would nag on you if you cry over a guy. You end up feeling sorrier for yourself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;7. may fall inlove with you especially if they're into that kind of sexuality. Or they suddenly change lanes....... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;8. wouldn't even lift a finger for you cause they "don't want to get involved." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;9. would rat on you if they see that there's more to gain from that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;10. would ignore you even if they know you're not okay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;But in college, I was fortunate enough to have been able to meet the special people who've shown me that girls are also okay to be with. They've helped me heal some of my wounds. I may have a long way to go, but I thank them for it. They are my honeys for life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i102.photobucket.com/albums/m97/czarinamathilda/DSC01862.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i102.photobucket.com/albums/m97/czarinamathilda/DSC01862.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i102.photobucket.com/albums/m97/czarinamathilda/birthdayko005.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i102.photobucket.com/albums/m97/czarinamathilda/birthdayko005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&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/36060123-116193056088966855?l=czarinamathilda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://czarinamathilda.blogspot.com/feeds/116193056088966855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36060123&amp;postID=116193056088966855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36060123/posts/default/116193056088966855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36060123/posts/default/116193056088966855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://czarinamathilda.blogspot.com/2006/10/girl-friends-vs-guy-friends.html' title='GIRL FRIENDS VS. GUY FRIENDS'/><author><name>Czarina Mathilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16035396482226662649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36060123.post-116165861222856163</id><published>2006-10-24T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T00:39:29.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Infallible, he seems to be. Yet I, and I alone, see through his facade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I see him smile at me with that twinkle in his eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I pause to wonder what it means.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;What is he thinking right now?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I see him come closer towards me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;step by step, slowly and surely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My every heartbeat aching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I see him lift his hands to my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;His eyes seaching mine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Seemingly trying to burn right through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm drawn to him like a moth to a flame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I gaze away, only to find my eyes wandering back to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I draw closer to the heat that the flame emits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;He knows this hidden place within me I call my refuge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;He knows my deep, dark secrets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;He knows me like no one has ever known me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It turns out, he is the one who sees through my facade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Not I, not I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36060123-116165861222856163?l=czarinamathilda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://czarinamathilda.blogspot.com/feeds/116165861222856163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36060123&amp;postID=116165861222856163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36060123/posts/default/116165861222856163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36060123/posts/default/116165861222856163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://czarinamathilda.blogspot.com/2006/10/infallible-he-seems-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Czarina Mathilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16035396482226662649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36060123.post-116131789605365910</id><published>2006-10-20T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T00:39:58.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SONG-WRITING...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Song-writing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;It's what I do when I've got time on my hands and inspiration strikes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;It's not really difficult. All you need are a good grasp of the chosen language, a lot of angst or whatever emotions you're feeling right now, writing materials, basic knowledge on chords-reading, ability to play at least one musical instrument, and most important: loads and loads of inspiration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Easy, right...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Well, if you're feeling discouraged right now, don't sweat. Take me for example. I don't know how to lay the chords, but I can hum a tune. If you have a recorder (whether it's a tape recorder, your pc or even a studio!), you can come up with the lyrics and the tune, then find someone who's willing to do the chords for you. Though I doubt it if it would be free. Maybe they'll ask for a free meal or something...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;You can write about almost anything. Your dog, your day, your whatever and whoever. Just make sure that it's got &lt;em&gt;substance, &lt;/em&gt;not just a bunch of meaningless phrases and sentences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;With those in mind, go on! Write your song and sing it to the world. Or sell it!!!!!! Bwahaha!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36060123-116131789605365910?l=czarinamathilda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://czarinamathilda.blogspot.com/feeds/116131789605365910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36060123&amp;postID=116131789605365910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36060123/posts/default/116131789605365910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36060123/posts/default/116131789605365910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://czarinamathilda.blogspot.com/2006/10/song-writing.html' title='SONG-WRITING...'/><author><name>Czarina Mathilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16035396482226662649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36060123.post-116106254350781017</id><published>2006-10-17T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T13:42:07.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Boredom Strikes!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;What happens when boredom strikes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;1. People resort to Friendster...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;2. People update their Friendster...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;3. People create blogs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;4. People update their blogs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;5. Sleep is often a favorite...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;6. Raiding the fridge...well basically eating is never far behind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;7. Stupid ideas (like "canning your fart, light up a match, drop it in the can and see if it explodes" kind of stupid) come out of the woodwork.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;8. Humiliating yourself after acting on that stupid idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;9. The television is your hangout buddy. The remote control is your bestfriend. And the couch is your girlfriend/boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;10. You can't think of anything to add to this new entry anymore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Gotta go... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;a stupid idea just popped into my head.&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/36060123-116106254350781017?l=czarinamathilda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://czarinamathilda.blogspot.com/feeds/116106254350781017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36060123&amp;postID=116106254350781017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36060123/posts/default/116106254350781017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36060123/posts/default/116106254350781017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://czarinamathilda.blogspot.com/2006/10/when-boredom-strikes.html' title='When Boredom Strikes!!!'/><author><name>Czarina Mathilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16035396482226662649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36060123.post-116091461197963843</id><published>2006-10-15T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T00:40:22.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dive...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Whenever I take a dive at the edge of a pool, I get nervous. Heart beats a little faster, breathing becomes shallow, adrenaline shoots up, eyes dilate. All my senses are tingling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Similar situations:&lt;br /&gt;1. Being chased by a dog...well...being chased by anything and &lt;em&gt;anyone&lt;/em&gt; you want to run away from!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Taking a really really &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; difficult exam or undergoing a really really &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; painful ordeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Feeling happy... EXTREMELY happy. Non-drug-induced. For some personal reason. Like passing that really really &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;difficult exam or surviving that really really &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;painful ordeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Falling in love, like or even getting infatuated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel I have been given the "unqualified" stamp mark on that last item. I mean, &lt;em&gt;who does that??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Why is Czarina "unqualified" to fall in love, like or even get infatuated (at present):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;1. She's scared, perhaps? (of what??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;2. She doesn't want the trappings that go along with it, maybe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;3. She doesn't want the rollercoaster ride that's waiting to pounce on its unsuspecting victims...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;But isn't that supposed to be the beauty of it all? To fall in love and not know where it will take you; what matters is who you journey with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Am I trying too hard? Or am I not trying at all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Should I wait for love to come knocking at my door? Or should I go out and look for it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"It's not yet your time," my well-meaning friends would say. For awhile I believed them. But tonight, as I sit infront of my laptop and contemplate, I ask myself, &lt;em&gt;"When will it ever be??"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;It's difficult to be in love. I have seen my friends go through it all; the tears, the quarrels, the make-ups and the break-ups. But it's great to fall in love too; sweet nothings, meaningful talks, comfortable silences, little quirks that make him/her so much more human and even more lovable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Do I want this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Yes. A part of me does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;But a part of me also shies away from it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I want my nights to be worry-free. I don't want what love can do: deprive people of their sleep, create the deepest frowns and ultimately leave the worst wrinkles. In short, it drives people crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;When will I, as a whole being, want all the insanity and beauty that go along with love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;People say that when we meet the right person, we'll instinctively know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;God. I hope my instincts won't be hibernating when that time comes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36060123-116091461197963843?l=czarinamathilda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://czarinamathilda.blogspot.com/feeds/116091461197963843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36060123&amp;postID=116091461197963843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36060123/posts/default/116091461197963843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36060123/posts/default/116091461197963843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://czarinamathilda.blogspot.com/2006/10/dive.html' title='Dive...'/><author><name>Czarina Mathilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16035396482226662649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
