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href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/05/04/196.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/05/04/s_196.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133399209091116671-3450212193569273927?l=shutterconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/3450212193569273927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/3450212193569273927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/3450212193569273927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>shutterhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14371860074880009806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBiq3QsZbqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QadILRMVerM/S220/Wiley+Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133399209091116671.post-2962009020103460433</id><published>2011-04-27T14:55:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T15:33:46.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bintan, Indonesia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I have been on a hiatus with blogging, but I have never forgotten this blog site. I will try to make it more regularly, and for starters, here are some of my pics taken from my wonderful trip in Bintan, Indonesia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pz0oEbAl2N8/TbfCITsfiDI/AAAAAAAAAe0/pUhmHE5zoOg/s1600/IMG_4502.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pz0oEbAl2N8/TbfCITsfiDI/AAAAAAAAAe0/pUhmHE5zoOg/s400/IMG_4502.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600158109640132658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Color much?!? lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xf24J985WU0/TbfB7yMuE8I/AAAAAAAAAes/Y8Ix0XGiQM0/s1600/IMG_4521.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xf24J985WU0/TbfB7yMuE8I/AAAAAAAAAes/Y8Ix0XGiQM0/s400/IMG_4521.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600157894490067906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Watermelon coolers! so chic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G70fRwPzIOM/TbfBurK0-EI/AAAAAAAAAek/3wp82lDyO8s/s1600/IMG_4524.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G70fRwPzIOM/TbfBurK0-EI/AAAAAAAAAek/3wp82lDyO8s/s400/IMG_4524.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600157669264783426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;this Avocado shake is really amazing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RQfhrHfd2hw/TbfBiizMn6I/AAAAAAAAAec/0RTrG9RNVIU/s1600/IMG_4599.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RQfhrHfd2hw/TbfBiizMn6I/AAAAAAAAAec/0RTrG9RNVIU/s400/IMG_4599.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600157460859756450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A very slim Coke in Can, 250ml.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MkGqIL8oUNA/TbfBO5W_y-I/AAAAAAAAAeU/mwg7tPwQspo/s1600/IMG_4621.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MkGqIL8oUNA/TbfBO5W_y-I/AAAAAAAAAeU/mwg7tPwQspo/s400/IMG_4621.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600157123318107106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vay4ot5Gy0A/TbfA8b3MdeI/AAAAAAAAAeM/Bb6wlrEu26M/s1600/IMG_4624.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vay4ot5Gy0A/TbfA8b3MdeI/AAAAAAAAAeM/Bb6wlrEu26M/s400/IMG_4624.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600156806162445794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vro2Zhg0lk4/TbfAskxKkAI/AAAAAAAAAeE/ZZnsLucFf4A/s1600/IMG_4633.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vro2Zhg0lk4/TbfAskxKkAI/AAAAAAAAAeE/ZZnsLucFf4A/s400/IMG_4633.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600156533675167746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Derek, in a very cozy chalet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-31P2B4b8u2M/TbfANlAdVfI/AAAAAAAAAd8/W2fCzU8XFFc/s1600/IMG_4647.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-31P2B4b8u2M/TbfANlAdVfI/AAAAAAAAAd8/W2fCzU8XFFc/s400/IMG_4647.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600156001163367922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;we don't really know what this is, but it's amazing that in the middle of the sea and it has a pathway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-beP2Ktxw02w/Tbe_p2MoPjI/AAAAAAAAAd0/--IiiAgbTO4/s1600/IMG_4667.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-beP2Ktxw02w/Tbe_p2MoPjI/AAAAAAAAAd0/--IiiAgbTO4/s400/IMG_4667.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600155387302526514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pEIRfabc2ms/Tbe_VtVJbbI/AAAAAAAAAds/XUGg24EP0WQ/s1600/IMG_4672.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pEIRfabc2ms/Tbe_VtVJbbI/AAAAAAAAAds/XUGg24EP0WQ/s400/IMG_4672.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600155041324953010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ARZtc249N0E/Tbe-0LbmCxI/AAAAAAAAAdk/euT6QZDBP3Q/s1600/IMG_4674.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ARZtc249N0E/Tbe-0LbmCxI/AAAAAAAAAdk/euT6QZDBP3Q/s400/IMG_4674.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600154465289505554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;talk about coordination and motif...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/3133399209091116671-2962009020103460433?l=shutterconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/2962009020103460433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2011/04/bintan-indonesia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/2962009020103460433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/2962009020103460433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2011/04/bintan-indonesia.html' title='Bintan, Indonesia'/><author><name>shutterhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14371860074880009806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBiq3QsZbqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QadILRMVerM/S220/Wiley+Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pz0oEbAl2N8/TbfCITsfiDI/AAAAAAAAAe0/pUhmHE5zoOg/s72-c/IMG_4502.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133399209091116671.post-6979046280334967250</id><published>2010-08-08T21:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T21:51:34.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>View</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/TF62Cqi--CI/AAAAAAAAAdM/56CyZJYJ-Ow/s1600/IMG_0178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/TF62Cqi--CI/AAAAAAAAAdM/56CyZJYJ-Ow/s400/IMG_0178.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503035951590340642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kapag ganito ang view ko sa window, siguro hindi na ako lalabas....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3133399209091116671-6979046280334967250?l=shutterconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/6979046280334967250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/08/view.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/6979046280334967250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/6979046280334967250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/08/view.html' title='View'/><author><name>shutterhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14371860074880009806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBiq3QsZbqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QadILRMVerM/S220/Wiley+Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/TF62Cqi--CI/AAAAAAAAAdM/56CyZJYJ-Ow/s72-c/IMG_0178.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133399209091116671.post-6477542299695193591</id><published>2010-08-08T21:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T21:47:27.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MBS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Marina Bay Sands, Singapore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/TF606mA0BdI/AAAAAAAAAdE/ejI-_orKvPQ/s1600/IMG_0208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/TF606mA0BdI/AAAAAAAAAdE/ejI-_orKvPQ/s400/IMG_0208.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503034713422693842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wonder how I would be if I had opted to accept the job offer here instead?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3133399209091116671-6477542299695193591?l=shutterconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/6477542299695193591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/08/mbs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/6477542299695193591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/6477542299695193591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/08/mbs.html' title='MBS'/><author><name>shutterhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14371860074880009806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBiq3QsZbqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QadILRMVerM/S220/Wiley+Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/TF606mA0BdI/AAAAAAAAAdE/ejI-_orKvPQ/s72-c/IMG_0208.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133399209091116671.post-2816951152284638914</id><published>2010-08-05T21:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T21:42:26.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Respect</title><content type='html'>I guess I could say that I am very lucky to have the kind of family I have. No, I take that back, I am indeed lucky to have the kind of family I have. I am a living testament that your own family are the only people who will love you for who you are and for who you are not!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My parents were wise enough to teach us the importance of respect early on. As I made my first outside the house on my way to the first of day of school in nursery, I was told to have and show respect for people, whether it be a schoolmate, a peer, a teacher or a school staff, it is very important to have and show them respect. Of course it didn't make any sense back then, or at least I didn't know what exactly they mean, but nevertheless I am sure I was told to do so by my parents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Growing up, my parents made us realize the difference between fear and respect. That it is better to have the latter than the former. That it's not a sin to reason back if you know you are right provided you do so in a respectful manner. My parents were kind enough to hear our thoughts and encourages us to voice them out. You'd be amaze to hear us 5 talk. Behind the casual banters and tirades, every word has an underlying respect for each other's opinions and thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reporting to different supervisors and managers in my six years of working in a corporate world, I have come to exercise the practice that I have been told ever since. I may have opposing opinions with my direct supervisors, I may not agree with everything they have to say, but it is always important to have and show respect for them. If not for their position at least respect as a person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, that I am overseas, I am grateful more than ever for having been told to have and show respect to everyone. Meeting other people and knowing different cultures makes me think that I was indeed very lucky to have been raised the way that I have been.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133399209091116671-2816951152284638914?l=shutterconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/2816951152284638914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/08/respect.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/2816951152284638914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/2816951152284638914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/08/respect.html' title='Respect'/><author><name>shutterhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14371860074880009806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBiq3QsZbqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QadILRMVerM/S220/Wiley+Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133399209091116671.post-1180351506088590089</id><published>2010-08-01T21:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T21:59:51.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I miss my parents and how I dread going home to Nueva Ecija because of the travel time. I miss how my Mommy would tell me to always take care and tell me lotsa stuff and eventually would ask money from me. I miss telling her at times that I don't have enough. I miss how my mom would ask me/us on what food we like to eat. I miss how I managed to hear a mass my my parents whenever I'm in Nueva Ecija. I miss seeing my aunts and my uncles and my cousins and how we plan drinking sessions at times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I miss sleeping in the matress in our living room. I miss my sisters and how we make fun of each other. I miss opening the our refrigerator and seeing that there are more Coke Lite inside than real food. I miss my sister's cooking. I miss walking to the next street late night because I can't sleep and because I'm really hungry. I miss smoking with my sisters and how I always ask for yosi from Ate Ayen. I miss sleeping with Ate Griz when she's off. I miss pestering her when she's awake. I miss watching DVDs with them. I miss going to the mall with them.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I miss reading tons of email in the morning at work. I miss how I sometimes get pissed whenever I read some unreasonable emails. I miss answering emails and sometimes not answering them. I miss how I make make my officemates laugh and I miss how they make me laugh. I miss Emily. I miss drinking coffee with Ana in Starbucks PacStar. I miss the "team meeting" in Starbucks PacStar. I miss the 5th Floor and how it can make you smell like food even for just staying there for a couple of minutes. I miss the sour cream flavored french fries. I miss GF. I miss wearing long sleeves to work. I miss wearing short sleeves to work. I miss dressing up for work. I miss looking at Rizza's catalogues for more clothes to work. I miss my Dream Team. I miss Anj. I miss Rizza. I miss Carla. I miss Grace. I miss how them calling me "Wi". I miss everyone calling me "Wi". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I miss the GOAL Officers. I miss Kat and I miss playing with her because she's so gullible. I miss Mommy Lee and how we exchange new songs and videos. I miss singing with her or her singing with me. I miss Twisha and  I miss looking at her facial expressions because her desk is in front of mine. I miss secretly keeping her phone or wallet so that she'll think she lost it. I miss how we used to talk about a lot of stuff and how I persuaded her to watch "Stardust". I miss my uber small table at the corner near the aircon switch. I miss going to HR's Office when I don't have things to do. I miss going to 2nd Floor to bug the RAs. I miss Emily. I miss JD and how I always make fun of him. I miss how he tries to save him some dignity, wherein he almost always fails. I miss bugging Ems to go somewhere even if she has lotsa things to do. I miss talking to her about basically everything. I miss being open to her about everything. I miss her kagagahan and I miss my kagaguhan with her. I miss being serious with her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I miss going out on a Saturday night. I miss seeing my friends get drunk. I miss getting drunk with them. I miss going to Big Fish events with them. I miss having a great time with them and how we always can laugh about things. I miss Basol. I miss Mark. I miss Dadi. I miss Momi. I miss always seeing familiar faces every weekend in clubs. I miss Klein! I miss hating how hot it is in Bed especially if it gets too crowded. I miss how I complain about their air conditioning and yet I always go there on weekends. I miss seeing JP dance on the platform and how he will pull me up there and so is Basol. I miss he three of us dancing and how we would sing along to the music being played. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I miss going to GB3 and watch a movie alone. I miss eating out alone. I miss having my alone time and just walking the streets of makati alone. I miss going to Glorietta and complain about the number of people there and how it used to be quiet 5 or 6 years back. I miss the Timezone in Glorietta 4. I miss people watching in CBTL in GB3. I miss Cyma. I miss writing blogs. I miss reading books and how I sometimes would skip a night out just to finish a book. I miss getting a massage and how I sometimes get a massage after a stressful day at work. I miss a lot of things and I can go on forever, I guess what I'm just trying to say is that... I miss HOME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133399209091116671-1180351506088590089?l=shutterconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/1180351506088590089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-miss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/1180351506088590089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/1180351506088590089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-miss.html' title='I miss...'/><author><name>shutterhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14371860074880009806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBiq3QsZbqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QadILRMVerM/S220/Wiley+Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133399209091116671.post-410947506476019507</id><published>2010-03-28T20:16:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T20:21:52.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pasta De Waraku</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;One Rest Day, we went out and had dine in a Japanese Restaurant but the menu is mainly pasta!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;see the pics below of what we had... Yum Yum!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/S69JoK5k_6I/AAAAAAAAAc8/fpzFFQj19wQ/s1600/IMG_0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/S69JoK5k_6I/AAAAAAAAAc8/fpzFFQj19wQ/s400/IMG_0029.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453658628238409634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/S69JiQuqO2I/AAAAAAAAAc0/UlRJSxK9RKw/s1600/IMG_0027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/S69JiQuqO2I/AAAAAAAAAc0/UlRJSxK9RKw/s400/IMG_0027.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453658526724012898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/S69JWpFQnDI/AAAAAAAAAcs/hIDxvocZ688/s1600/IMG_0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/S69JWpFQnDI/AAAAAAAAAcs/hIDxvocZ688/s400/IMG_0022.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453658327102823474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/S69JOX8t1aI/AAAAAAAAAck/NRNWgrDSVAk/s1600/IMG_0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/S69JOX8t1aI/AAAAAAAAAck/NRNWgrDSVAk/s400/IMG_0024.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453658185064633762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/S69JHJNX0kI/AAAAAAAAAcc/ZgaDF7ph7XE/s1600/IMG_0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/S69JHJNX0kI/AAAAAAAAAcc/ZgaDF7ph7XE/s400/IMG_0023.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453658060848878146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/3133399209091116671-410947506476019507?l=shutterconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/410947506476019507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/03/pasta-de-waraku.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/410947506476019507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/410947506476019507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/03/pasta-de-waraku.html' title='Pasta De Waraku'/><author><name>shutterhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14371860074880009806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBiq3QsZbqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QadILRMVerM/S220/Wiley+Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/S69JoK5k_6I/AAAAAAAAAc8/fpzFFQj19wQ/s72-c/IMG_0029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133399209091116671.post-7915914915129303682</id><published>2010-03-16T23:24:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T23:39:10.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work Routine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's my daily routine when I have work! I'll let you take a peak... using my very new toy! woot woot! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/S5-lDsfqk7I/AAAAAAAAAcU/gQ3O6lhOz2M/s1600-h/IMG_0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/S5-lDsfqk7I/AAAAAAAAAcU/gQ3O6lhOz2M/s400/IMG_0011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449255557043753906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I walk my way to work and it's approximately about 10-15 mins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/S5-kgmY_2qI/AAAAAAAAAcM/XPShcnTI1X4/s1600-h/IMG_0036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/S5-kgmY_2qI/AAAAAAAAAcM/XPShcnTI1X4/s400/IMG_0036.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449254954109754018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's my lunch, The Staff Canteen serves really cheap food about half the price outside!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/S5-kQbeK2-I/AAAAAAAAAcE/iyT-GqjQhWQ/s1600-h/IMG_0035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/S5-kQbeK2-I/AAAAAAAAAcE/iyT-GqjQhWQ/s400/IMG_0035.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449254676300749794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lunch at the Staff Canteen which is SG$ 3, SG$ 2.10 for the food and SG$ 0.90 for the drink, I had iced coffee..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/S5-jprHryVI/AAAAAAAAAb8/UvBcYsNztX0/s1600-h/IMG_0037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/S5-jprHryVI/AAAAAAAAAb8/UvBcYsNztX0/s400/IMG_0037.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449254010486507858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The best yosi I've ever had to date!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/S5-jX1m8eLI/AAAAAAAAAb0/p2GIrV_W1F8/s1600-h/IMG_0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/S5-jX1m8eLI/AAAAAAAAAb0/p2GIrV_W1F8/s400/IMG_0013.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449253704064334002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yosi after lunch!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3133399209091116671-7915914915129303682?l=shutterconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/7915914915129303682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/03/work-routine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/7915914915129303682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/7915914915129303682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/03/work-routine.html' title='Work Routine'/><author><name>shutterhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14371860074880009806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBiq3QsZbqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QadILRMVerM/S220/Wiley+Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/S5-lDsfqk7I/AAAAAAAAAcU/gQ3O6lhOz2M/s72-c/IMG_0011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133399209091116671.post-8486801045138795691</id><published>2010-03-11T23:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T23:51:48.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my everyday!</title><content type='html'>I am now officially.... an OFW!    &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started working March 4th, which is a Thursday and Friday I'm off again, hahaha! Saturday, the 6th I worked and also Sunday, but Monday, March 8th, my off again! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday till tomorrow which is the 12th of March, been working from 10AM-9PM average, It was not that bad, I was actually enjoying it, I love it more when there are more customers than there are none, it's so tiring to think of things to do! I like it better when I'm moving around, when I need to rush because there are customers waiting for you... I like the adrenalin rush!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The difficulty I'm really facing now is the Language Barrier, I mean, It's really hard to understand to understand singlish, I need to read between the lines most of the time. Colleagues on the other hand are quite nice, they seem friendly and helpful. Although I have yet to meet other peeps.  but so far so good! And I am just so glad I made this life changing decision! So worth it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133399209091116671-8486801045138795691?l=shutterconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/8486801045138795691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-everyday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/8486801045138795691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/8486801045138795691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-everyday.html' title='my everyday!'/><author><name>shutterhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14371860074880009806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBiq3QsZbqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QadILRMVerM/S220/Wiley+Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133399209091116671.post-2745511531541557920</id><published>2010-02-24T15:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T15:14:10.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY (Chinese New Year)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Okay, I am still here, and we just celebrated the Chinese New Year here in Singapore last week. We had our share of CNY Dinner with Filipino friends. It was a simple dinner, we had Pork and Squid Adobo and Pork Binagoongan, Pansit and some desserts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, since this is a CNY Dinner, we had to do this, I don't remember what this is called but this is a tradition. You have to mix everything up and toss everything using chopsticks, the higher the toss, the more luck it brings you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/S4TQhMcDJLI/AAAAAAAAAbs/Bnt1Z-ZUwiQ/s1600-h/IMG_4003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/S4TQhMcDJLI/AAAAAAAAAbs/Bnt1Z-ZUwiQ/s400/IMG_4003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441703518463534258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kung Hei Fat Choi and Gong Xi Fa Cai!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133399209091116671-2745511531541557920?l=shutterconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/2745511531541557920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/02/cny-chinese-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/2745511531541557920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/2745511531541557920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/02/cny-chinese-new-year.html' title='CNY (Chinese New Year)'/><author><name>shutterhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14371860074880009806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBiq3QsZbqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QadILRMVerM/S220/Wiley+Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/S4TQhMcDJLI/AAAAAAAAAbs/Bnt1Z-ZUwiQ/s72-c/IMG_4003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133399209091116671.post-321421527328854247</id><published>2010-02-09T19:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T19:55:36.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyday is a learning process</title><content type='html'>Someone said &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"Life will never be easy, but it can be worthwhile"&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/i&gt;Whoever he is, he is not joking! haha!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They said that the more you sacrifice or suffer the better or the bigger the rewards get, I hope so! I am really keeping my fingers crossed about that matter. These past few weeks have been really challenging for me, it's not a walk in the park, far from being like that. But then again, there lies the promise, every now and then I get to encounter some encouragement to keep me going, to keep me doing what I need to do in the hope that I will see results sooner than later!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a moment a go, I've checked my daily horoscope in Facebook.com and my fortune cookie said &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"The first step to better times is to imagine them"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Serves you right, claim it and you will have it, believe in the power of mind, The Secret!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/3133399209091116671-321421527328854247?l=shutterconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/321421527328854247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/02/everyday-is-learning-process.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/321421527328854247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/321421527328854247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/02/everyday-is-learning-process.html' title='Everyday is a learning process'/><author><name>shutterhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14371860074880009806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBiq3QsZbqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QadILRMVerM/S220/Wiley+Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133399209091116671.post-886291203252138155</id><published>2010-01-30T15:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T16:00:49.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A fun party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was a birthday celebration at our place last week, and it was well attended by fellow filipinos and If I may just say so, IT WAS A FUN PARTY!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't let you see the photos but I can let you take a peek at one photo... Go figure! hahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/S2PnE7f0TCI/AAAAAAAAAas/yEBcTP5KfdQ/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/S2PnE7f0TCI/AAAAAAAAAas/yEBcTP5KfdQ/s400/2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432439647415585826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3133399209091116671-886291203252138155?l=shutterconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBiq3QsZbqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QadILRMVerM/S220/Wiley+Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/S2PnE7f0TCI/AAAAAAAAAas/yEBcTP5KfdQ/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133399209091116671.post-5934195252992389509</id><published>2010-01-30T15:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T15:51:58.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;I can truly and honestly say that I welcomed 2010 with an BANG! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&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/3133399209091116671-5934195252992389509?l=shutterconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/5934195252992389509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/5934195252992389509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/5934195252992389509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html' title='2010'/><author><name>shutterhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14371860074880009806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBiq3QsZbqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QadILRMVerM/S220/Wiley+Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133399209091116671.post-8129172621292418949</id><published>2010-01-30T15:43:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T15:49:07.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living Room View</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Here are some shots of the view that you can see from the living room window of the house where I am right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/S2PkKDcRQsI/AAAAAAAAAac/Sz6YPZ88bS0/s1600-h/IMG_3965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/S2PkKDcRQsI/AAAAAAAAAac/Sz6YPZ88bS0/s400/IMG_3965.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432436436912652994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/S2PkEJuyDgI/AAAAAAAAAaU/X8ewN4UPic8/s1600-h/IMG_3966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/S2PkEJuyDgI/AAAAAAAAAaU/X8ewN4UPic8/s400/IMG_3966.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432436335521697282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/S2Pj6rrsAHI/AAAAAAAAAaM/nDsfOKa7b3w/s1600-h/IMG_3962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/S2Pj6rrsAHI/AAAAAAAAAaM/nDsfOKa7b3w/s400/IMG_3962.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432436172836831346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/S2Pj0WpO_KI/AAAAAAAAAaE/01TFdvHzc0Y/s1600-h/IMG_3964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/S2Pj0WpO_KI/AAAAAAAAAaE/01TFdvHzc0Y/s400/IMG_3964.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432436064110181538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/S2PjqKGlyUI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/Q1pDwtEBvcI/s1600-h/IMG_3963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/S2PjqKGlyUI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/Q1pDwtEBvcI/s400/IMG_3963.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432435888944957762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/3133399209091116671-8129172621292418949?l=shutterconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBiq3QsZbqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QadILRMVerM/S220/Wiley+Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/S2PkKDcRQsI/AAAAAAAAAac/Sz6YPZ88bS0/s72-c/IMG_3965.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133399209091116671.post-8608271609382752237</id><published>2010-01-30T15:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T15:29:51.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a life changing moment</title><content type='html'>I've recently made a BIG, and when I say BIG I mean HUGE, decision, a life changing one at that! I've come out of my comfort zone, and I face the world head on. I hope this decision will be fruitful, either way I know I won't have any regrets. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been having a lot of time for myself lately, been doing a lot of thinking and planning and thinking again. No clear paths yet, everything's still a blur, but I'm keeping my optimism and my fingers crossed, that eventually GOD's angels will smile my way and will say &lt;i&gt;"you've been a good person and we will be glad to see you fulfill your dreams, go on my dear, you may proceed".&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133399209091116671-8608271609382752237?l=shutterconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/8608271609382752237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/01/life-changing-moment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/8608271609382752237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/8608271609382752237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/01/life-changing-moment.html' title='a life changing moment'/><author><name>shutterhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14371860074880009806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBiq3QsZbqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QadILRMVerM/S220/Wiley+Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133399209091116671.post-6926438009479428756</id><published>2009-12-19T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T14:44:44.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas party</title><content type='html'>Last night was Recruitment's Christmas Party in LD, we had a blast last night, I just hoped that everyone was there with us, everyone present was laughing and just enjoying the time. We had guests from different departments and former colleagues as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prior to last night, a wishlist was passed on for our exchange gifts, I wished for a nice printed shirt and coincidentally the the person I picked wished for a shirt as well, only to find out in the party that we will just be exchanging gifts with each other, hahahaha! I loved the shirt that I received that night, thanks to my Daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food was overflowing, and food was okay and there were really good food too! I just wished that the team was complete in this party to celebrate the year that was 2009 and be optimistic with 2010!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, it was nice having that chance to spend a christmas party with officemates.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133399209091116671-6926438009479428756?l=shutterconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/6926438009479428756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/6926438009479428756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/6926438009479428756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-party.html' title='christmas party'/><author><name>shutterhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14371860074880009806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBiq3QsZbqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QadILRMVerM/S220/Wiley+Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133399209091116671.post-3351209763215330616</id><published>2009-12-11T14:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T16:03:30.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An early christmas treat</title><content type='html'>Two nights ago, I was able to go home early and finally had the time to go online and catch up with friends in facebook and yahoo messenger. I was harvesting my crops in Farmville when a good friend started chatting with me in YM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good friend is now in Singapore, he left just this November for work. He's actually with the friend I met up with when I visited the country last September, we've been friends for more than 6 years now, together with a couple more guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good friend was obviously smitten by the beauty of Singapore the same way as I was when I was there. He only have good words to describe the city. Well at least for now. Hehehe! But I doubt if that would change, I only have good words for Singapore myself. I was really envious that they are having a great time and I wanted so bad to be there. They kept saying that I better book my tickets to be with them. I want to, but I don't think I have the means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said that there's going to be a new year party at my friends place since they can't really use fireworks on new year's eve. A party that is to be attended by his filipino friends, by this time, I was already dead envious. I could just imagine how much fun it would be if we were all there. Nothing beats the company of really good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My connection was acting up so I had to disconnect, and I had a hard time connecting back again. I just resorted to watching TV and shutting down my laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I prepare myself to sleep, I received a phone call from an overseas number. I found out that it was my two good friends from Singapore calling asking for my full name and my address and my birthdate. Next thing I heard was that they were booking my flight to Singapore to spend my new year there, and they are shoulering my tickets. I was dumbfounded to say the least, I don't know what to say, I keep thinking if I could file for a Vacation Leave. They said my flight would be December 31 to Singapore and January 6 going back. I will be spending 7 days in SG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I saaw myself talking to my boss asking permission to have a vacation early January to give way to my friends. I had to let go of my desire to buy a new phone to give way to this trip. No regrets though because I really like Singapore plus the fact that I will be spending the new year with two of my closest friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I bid the 2009 goodbye, I will welcome 2010 with good friends in the city of the merlions. Cheers to that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133399209091116671-3351209763215330616?l=shutterconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/3351209763215330616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/12/early-christmas-treat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/3351209763215330616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/3351209763215330616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/12/early-christmas-treat.html' title='An early christmas treat'/><author><name>shutterhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14371860074880009806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBiq3QsZbqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QadILRMVerM/S220/Wiley+Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133399209091116671.post-8232574656389833085</id><published>2009-12-04T14:58:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T15:45:17.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friends do make you laugh</title><content type='html'>I've been more active in facebook the past few weeks and I've induldge myself in answering "Social Interview" questions for me and about my friends in the online community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this particular question that I was really glad to answer because I really want to know the answer. Social Interview asked me &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"If you can spend time with GOD, what would you ask HIM?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I answered, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"Where do I go from here?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I really want to know what else is in store for me, for my future. I have been wanting to know the answer for quite awhile now, I've been asking myself if this is all there is to it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hit the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;publish to my wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; button and there it is on my wall. After finishing 30 questions, skipping most of it, I viewed my profile only to find out that a good friend already left a comment on this particular post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"Bakit hindi mo gamitin yung compass mo?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (why don't you use your compass?) he was definitely referring to my tattoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the seriousness and placidity I felt in answering that particular question got all flashed down the drain...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133399209091116671-8232574656389833085?l=shutterconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/8232574656389833085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/12/friends-do-make-you-laugh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/8232574656389833085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/8232574656389833085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/12/friends-do-make-you-laugh.html' title='friends do make you laugh'/><author><name>shutterhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14371860074880009806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBiq3QsZbqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QadILRMVerM/S220/Wiley+Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133399209091116671.post-7734304679010771637</id><published>2009-11-28T11:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T11:28:01.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tattoo</title><content type='html'>as promised, here's the tattoo I got for myself, a lot of them are saying that I will never be lost again because I have a compass with me always... hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SxCYQZXZlrI/AAAAAAAAAZs/uvMzBCpB2R0/s1600/Tattoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408990559926326962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SxCYQZXZlrI/AAAAAAAAAZs/uvMzBCpB2R0/s400/Tattoo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SxCX_ZbzazI/AAAAAAAAAZk/Z8T37O31Sik/s1600/Tattoo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408990267887020850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SxCX_ZbzazI/AAAAAAAAAZk/Z8T37O31Sik/s400/Tattoo1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now, the big question is, will I get another one? hmmmm&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/3133399209091116671-7734304679010771637?l=shutterconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/7734304679010771637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/11/tattoo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/7734304679010771637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/7734304679010771637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/11/tattoo.html' title='Tattoo'/><author><name>shutterhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14371860074880009806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBiq3QsZbqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QadILRMVerM/S220/Wiley+Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SxCYQZXZlrI/AAAAAAAAAZs/uvMzBCpB2R0/s72-c/Tattoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133399209091116671.post-7633393689692632163</id><published>2009-11-28T11:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T11:22:49.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Proud to be Pinoy!</title><content type='html'>We all know by now that Manny Pacquiao was once again triumphant in his 12 rounds with Cotto, and that he’s also entangled in a controversy with a sexy star. Manny Pacquiao made history for having 7 championship belts and the first one to have just that.  Manny once again proved that he’s a force to reckon with in the field of boxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Filipino making headlines right now is Efren Penaflorida, who just won CNN’s Hero of the Year award for his efforts to make a difference. Efren along with his friends push a cart with books and stuffs needed for teaching. In doing so, he’s able to teach kids in the street and those who can’t go to school. Truly remarkable isn’t it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all saw the welcome Filipinos gave Manny Pacquiao, but what have we done for Efren? Have we given him the welcome he truly deserves? Are we giving credit where it’s rightfully due? Manny made history in the fields of sports but didn’t Efren made history as well? A lot say Manny put the Philippines back in the map, but Efren did just that and maybe even more. I’m not saying that Manny didn’t deserve what he got from the Filipinos because he really did made all of us proud, but Efren made all of us proud just the same, so aren’t we supposed to give him the same thing we gave Manny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have we been fair in recognizing achievements?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t help but wonder, if we sensationalize Efren’s triumph in CNN, will it tarnish the purity of his advocacies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SxCXHGmCgYI/AAAAAAAAAZc/nznQ-1f5NBo/s1600/Blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408989300757004674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SxCXHGmCgYI/AAAAAAAAAZc/nznQ-1f5NBo/s400/Blog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3133399209091116671-7633393689692632163?l=shutterconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/7633393689692632163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/11/proud-to-be-pinoy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/7633393689692632163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/7633393689692632163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/11/proud-to-be-pinoy.html' title='Proud to be Pinoy!'/><author><name>shutterhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14371860074880009806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBiq3QsZbqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QadILRMVerM/S220/Wiley+Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SxCXHGmCgYI/AAAAAAAAAZc/nznQ-1f5NBo/s72-c/Blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133399209091116671.post-7693152142214639791</id><published>2009-11-27T21:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T21:32:12.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mommy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I filed for a 2 day Vacation Leave from work, Thursday and Friday this week because I am going home to Nueva Ecija. These are rare occasions that I go home. It's actually my "Mommy's" 80th birth day she is actually my grandmother but we all call her mommy, and yes, this is really something to celebrate! Not everyone's lucky enough to experience his/her 80th year in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The celebration was not as fancy as we all wanted it to be due to budget constraints, but fancy enough to celebrate her 80 wonderful years. My mom invited my grandmonther's classmates when she was still studying, there are still a few of them around, she also invited her co-teachers back then. Yes, my lola was a grade school teacher. Relatives are also present to celebrate with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday Mommy!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408774997143690866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/Sw_UM_bDnnI/AAAAAAAAAY8/Wpw1lGz24qg/s400/Mommy.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I wish you more years to enjoy with us!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133399209091116671-7693152142214639791?l=shutterconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/7693152142214639791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-birthday-mommy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/7693152142214639791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/7693152142214639791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-birthday-mommy.html' title='Happy Birthday Mommy!'/><author><name>shutterhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14371860074880009806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBiq3QsZbqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QadILRMVerM/S220/Wiley+Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/Sw_UM_bDnnI/AAAAAAAAAY8/Wpw1lGz24qg/s72-c/Mommy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133399209091116671.post-3128445432415995116</id><published>2009-11-24T20:28:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T12:04:14.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Tattoo Experience</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday afternoon, a good friend and an officemate of mine went to Legarda, Manila to finally have my very first tattoo, I've always wanted to have one. Deciding on what design I'm having is what really delayed the experience. I haven't taken a picture of it yet, but I will post it here soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met in the office at 1PM and head to Manila for the session, was I scared? I don't think so, excited and anxious at the same time I think would best describe what I felt at that time. So we got there after an hour or less I think, made a few adjustments with the size of our designs and the session started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really sure if I have a high treshold for pain, or I was just expecting that it will be really painful, but It's really not! It is painful but it's tolerable, the pain didn't bother me at all. I think it took the artist an hour and a half to finish my tattoo and another an hour for my friend's. It was an experience to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If what my parents would say when they learned that I got a tattoo, I don't really know, but that's a different story to tell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some friends tried to talk me out of it, they said that I might regret having one in the future, but I always satisfy my curiosity, that's me! And guess what, no regrets of whatsoever! I am really damn happy that I got one! Will post it here soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133399209091116671-3128445432415995116?l=shutterconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/3128445432415995116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-tattoo-experience.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/3128445432415995116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/3128445432415995116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-tattoo-experience.html' title='My Tattoo Experience'/><author><name>shutterhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14371860074880009806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBiq3QsZbqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QadILRMVerM/S220/Wiley+Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133399209091116671.post-7430304868809002391</id><published>2009-11-24T19:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T20:21:19.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Beautiful</title><content type='html'>I've recently pursuaded myself in working out again after 3 years of not lifting weights. Today is the start of my 2nd week. Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, so good! I'm feeling energetic and light again. I've been strict with my diet for the past 8 months and I've never been happy with the results. I think I am now in my ideal body weight and all I need to do in the gym is to tone and condition my muscles. I never really like big and buffed muscles, I like it lean and toned. But as we all know beauty has a price to pay and by that, it means that I've been starving for the past 8 months and now you can include the waking up early in the morning to be able to tire yourself by lifting weights and running in treadmills before reporting to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for beauty right? But like what I have heard from a friend, &lt;em&gt;"kailangan mong mag gym para hindi ka mawala sa market!"&lt;/em&gt; Haha! Right he is, sometimes this community tends to be really superficial, so thanks to all the fitness centers for the dumbels and bench presses and the treadmills, I'll be up for grabs soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133399209091116671-7430304868809002391?l=shutterconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/7430304868809002391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/11/being-beautiful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/7430304868809002391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/7430304868809002391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/11/being-beautiful.html' title='Being Beautiful'/><author><name>shutterhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14371860074880009806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBiq3QsZbqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QadILRMVerM/S220/Wiley+Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133399209091116671.post-3519326309062880716</id><published>2009-11-22T11:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T19:48:42.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tickle; Relationships</title><content type='html'>There's this text message that goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love usually just hits us like a bullet, at first we can't feel it, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;then, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bang! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we bleed....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I d0n't believe it, I always thought that Love will come to us slowly, it's like it will start to tickle you and you'd smile, and tickle you some more then you'd start to laugh until you can't stop from laughing, and then you'd start to cry because of laughing so hard, until the tickling stops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like in relationships, those who can hurt us and make us cry are the relationships that made us laugh and made us really happy, then when the realtionship ends, the laughing and crying ends too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But eventually, you'd meet someone again who'd tickle you, but hopefully tickle you just enough that you don't have to cry because of laughing so hard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133399209091116671-3519326309062880716?l=shutterconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/3519326309062880716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/11/tickle-relationships.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/3519326309062880716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/3519326309062880716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/11/tickle-relationships.html' title='Tickle; Relationships'/><author><name>shutterhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14371860074880009806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBiq3QsZbqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QadILRMVerM/S220/Wiley+Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133399209091116671.post-6843665083844061813</id><published>2009-10-06T20:12:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T20:26:25.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For You A Thousand Times Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Do you want me to run that kite for you?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;His Adam’s apple rose and fell as he swallowed. The wind lifted his hair. I thought I saw him nod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“For you, a thousand times over,” I heard myself say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then I turned and ran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was only a smile, nothing more. It didn’t make everything alright. It didn’t make anything all right. Only a smile. A tiny thing. A leaf in the woods, shaking in the wake of a startled bird’s flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But I’ll take it. With open arms. Because when springs comes, it melts the snow one flake at a time, and maybe I just witnessed the first flake melting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I ran. A grown man running with a swarm of screaming children. But I didn’t care. I ran with the wind blowing in my face, and a smile as wide as the Valley of Panjsher on my lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I ran.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been catching up with my reading lately and a colleague of mine introduced me this book. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;excerpt&lt;/span&gt; above was from that book and this particular part amongst others gave me goosebumps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book to me, was a story of friendship, betrayal, loyalty, second chances and maybe even redemption. A story of how being trutful can really change a lot. How a single lie can change somebody's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set in Afghanistan, the book tackles family and friendship between Amir and Hassan and how social differences mattered at the time. How one cannot challenge the norms dictated by the society they live in and how a kite tournament changed it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not critique the book nor challenge it, I will merely say that I had the best time reading it and that I would recommend it to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The Kite Runner" by Khaled Hosseini&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;was definitely a good read!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133399209091116671-6843665083844061813?l=shutterconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/6843665083844061813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/10/for-you-thousand-times-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/6843665083844061813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/6843665083844061813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/10/for-you-thousand-times-over.html' title='For You A Thousand Times Over'/><author><name>shutterhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14371860074880009806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBiq3QsZbqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QadILRMVerM/S220/Wiley+Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133399209091116671.post-6497044631412551789</id><published>2009-08-25T17:10:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T17:38:55.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Maybe, you are &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HEARING&lt;/span&gt; but not really &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;listening, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Maybe&lt;/span&gt;, you were really oblivious &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Maybe, you really &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;took me FOR granted&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;after&lt;/span&gt; all the things that has &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;happened &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Maybe, I was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TOO HARD&lt;/span&gt; on you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Maybe, I was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;trying too hard &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Maybe, I was just &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EXPECTING too much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Maybe, I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;became&lt;/span&gt; really unreasonable &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;all the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; things, all the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SMALL stuffs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;maybe I was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; expecting &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;something in return&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Maybe, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MAYBE&lt;/span&gt; and just Maybe....&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/3133399209091116671-6497044631412551789?l=shutterconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/6497044631412551789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/08/maybe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/6497044631412551789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/6497044631412551789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/08/maybe.html' title='Maybe'/><author><name>shutterhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14371860074880009806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBiq3QsZbqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QadILRMVerM/S220/Wiley+Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133399209091116671.post-3607759095115722924</id><published>2009-08-19T15:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T15:55:18.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I don't want to ride the wind anymore, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm tired. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I don't want it to just take me anywhere it wants me to be, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've already tried that and I'm tired. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I want to be able to feel the warm beach sand under my feet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Feel the sun's heat against my skin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I want to feel the earth, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;stand on it, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;run on it again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've been floating aimlessly for quite awhile now, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and I'm tired. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I want to be grounded again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm tired!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133399209091116671-3607759095115722924?l=shutterconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/3607759095115722924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/3607759095115722924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/3607759095115722924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-tired.html' title='I&apos;m Tired'/><author><name>shutterhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14371860074880009806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBiq3QsZbqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QadILRMVerM/S220/Wiley+Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133399209091116671.post-5862723381479478599</id><published>2009-08-13T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T17:37:35.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anticipation</title><content type='html'>35 days to go and counting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35 more sunrise and sunsets and I will set my foot on one of the cleanest and most orderly city in this planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late last year when I decided to join my friends in their trip to Bangkok, Thailand, I promised myself to visit at least 2 countries in a year. More of a personal quest to know and get acquainted with different cultures, see different sites and be awed in wonders other than the Filipinos can offer. Many thanks to Cebu Pacific for seat sale, flying now is more affordable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I only filed for a 5-day vacation leave, I will be visiting Singapore for 2 days and will pass by Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia and spend 2 days there as well. Not much I know, but at least I will be able to go and explore other territories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time to travel outside the country alone, and I'm getting more anxious on what's in store for me in this trip. I'm very eager to try this backpacking experience, if this will be a good thing for me, I don't know yet, but I'm optimistic that this experience will be very rewarding for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting more excited by the day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133399209091116671-5862723381479478599?l=shutterconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/5862723381479478599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/08/anticipation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/5862723381479478599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/5862723381479478599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/08/anticipation.html' title='Anticipation'/><author><name>shutterhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14371860074880009806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBiq3QsZbqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QadILRMVerM/S220/Wiley+Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133399209091116671.post-6343959704443761544</id><published>2009-08-01T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T20:52:28.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Corazon Aquino</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;August 1, 2009 made it's mark in the Philippine History.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the whole filipino community is mourning a great loss, the passing of a mother, Mrs. Corazon Aquino. An icon of a democratic and prayer-full filipino. She led a peaceful revolution in the 80's that brought together thousands of filipinos holding hands while praying the rosary in Epifanio Delos Santos Avenue, now more commonly known as EDSA. She, while looking after her real family, also took into care many a thousand filipinos fighting for a free and democratic Philippines. While she became the father and the mother of her kids... she became the mother that the filipinos needed at that time. Caring to a fault, peaceful and yet firm, just like any other moms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had my first chance of encountering Mrs. Aquino through my teachers in History during my elementary years. I didn't gave her much attention at that time, I guess, I didn't give her enough credit. I just know that she was the first Female Philippine President, and that she was a big factor in the EDSA revolution. I didn't gave much fuss about her. I had my youthful eyes on Emilio Aguinaldo, in Andres Bonifacio and of course Dr. Jose Rizal among other heros in our history. Mrs. Corazon Aquino didn't matter to me that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as I breeze away in my journey as a filipino, enjoying my highschool years, cramming myself in project deadlines in college, spending late nights in gimiks up unitl the time that I work in the graveyard shift, or the time when a teacher in front of a classroom would put an indellible ink on my thumb after filling out a form with several names that I look up to, Cory Aquino was a permanent fixture in the far corner of my head. I hardly even notice her but she was always there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After her six-year term as a president, she decided to go on with her life, as a mother, as a grandmother and as a filipina. She was helping others as much as she can. She was pre-occupied with helping people, empowering them. She was always there, ready to share her opinions... ready to make a stand!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've never given her much thought really, not until these last few months, not until this final battle of hers that I was able to really know her, really get to see her in a different light and how she affected our lives right now. How she made a huge impact on the lives of many filipinos. I understand now how she played a major role in the society that we have now, how she forever changed my future. One may not see it directly, but whether one admits it or not, she really became a mother to us all... a mother who was there when we needed her the most. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And just like a real mother, she'll be greatly missed and forever loved... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365718526459607202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/Snbcki5beKI/AAAAAAAAAYw/KApHFRw-pQs/s400/cory-aquino-headshot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133399209091116671-6343959704443761544?l=shutterconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/6343959704443761544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/08/corazon-aquino.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/6343959704443761544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/6343959704443761544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/08/corazon-aquino.html' title='Corazon Aquino'/><author><name>shutterhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14371860074880009806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBiq3QsZbqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QadILRMVerM/S220/Wiley+Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/Snbcki5beKI/AAAAAAAAAYw/KApHFRw-pQs/s72-c/cory-aquino-headshot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133399209091116671.post-5980081899437547134</id><published>2009-07-25T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T22:41:13.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Patronizing Facebook</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well, everyone's crazy about facebook, can't blame them, I myself patronizes Facebook and every once in awhile I take some random quizzes about basically anything! Haha! Just recently I took this test:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/what-kind-of-fdaxxd/take?ftitle=1&amp;amp;tv2=nq%2FTa2AfEOuY2S6AMDbcmiiAn0C9aBO%2FaQ%3D%3D&amp;amp;style_group=2&amp;amp;link=feed_publish_text" onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=60716809991&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=b80e83121c89216e4d04be28787b3827&amp;amp;position=14&amp;amp;' + Math.random();return true;"&gt;What kind of  boy should you be with?&lt;/a&gt;" quiz             and the result is &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/what-kind-of-fdaxxd/take?tv2=nq%2FTa2AfEOuY2S6AMDbcmiiAn0C9aBO%2FaQ%3D%3D&amp;amp;style_group=2&amp;amp;link=feed_publish_text&amp;amp;fresult=1" onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=60716809991&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=b80e83121c89216e4d04be28787b3827&amp;amp;position=14&amp;amp;' + Math.random();return true;"&gt;Bestfriend Boy&lt;/a&gt;.          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You need a bestfriend boy. It sounds very boring, but it's really not. This could turn into the most passionate relationship ever! You need someone that is just fun to be around, without all the mushy gushy stuff all the time. You want to be able to be yourself around a guy, and just hangout like you do with your friends. You also probably value being able to have a conversation that has to do with more than how much you "miss" or "love" each other. If you have a bestfriend that's a guy, don't be afraid to DATE HIM! He could turn out to be the perfect guy for you. And if you don't have a guy bestfriend already, then find one! If you meet a guy you might be interested in, see if you can just be friends before you climb into the relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;come to think of it.... makes sense!&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/3133399209091116671-5980081899437547134?l=shutterconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/5980081899437547134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/07/patronizing-facebook.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/5980081899437547134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/5980081899437547134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/07/patronizing-facebook.html' title='Patronizing Facebook'/><author><name>shutterhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14371860074880009806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBiq3QsZbqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QadILRMVerM/S220/Wiley+Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133399209091116671.post-1537532755264494610</id><published>2009-07-23T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T17:36:11.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>L.O.A.F.E.R.S.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Loafers is really a big thing these days... I can say that it's one of those "must haves" of a fashionable and hip guy, not necessarily a gay guy, but every guy for that matter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Comfy. Fashionable. Reliable. Trendy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361957531173883826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/Sml_9zpZj7I/AAAAAAAAAYo/311AcdwYB94/s400/Gucci-Loafers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Take a look at this Gucci Loafers....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133399209091116671-1537532755264494610?l=shutterconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/1537532755264494610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/07/loafers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/1537532755264494610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/1537532755264494610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/07/loafers.html' title='L.O.A.F.E.R.S.'/><author><name>shutterhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14371860074880009806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBiq3QsZbqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QadILRMVerM/S220/Wiley+Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/Sml_9zpZj7I/AAAAAAAAAYo/311AcdwYB94/s72-c/Gucci-Loafers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133399209091116671.post-8367811268940928666</id><published>2009-06-23T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T20:54:24.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bohol, The Gang</title><content type='html'>My officemates and I went to Bohol for a summer ender, pass by Cebu before going to Panglao, Bohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SmhefeHHG2I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/ooXAHNkLU3c/s1600-h/Pics+335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361639251136420706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SmhefeHHG2I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/ooXAHNkLU3c/s400/Pics+335.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At NAIA Terminal 3, waiting for our plane to Cebu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SmhaWoKgjtI/AAAAAAAAAXI/D6QyUq10cqU/s1600-h/Pics+404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361634701169692370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SmhaWoKgjtI/AAAAAAAAAXI/D6QyUq10cqU/s400/Pics+404.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From Cebu Mactan International Airport, we are headed to JY Mall to buy our Fast Craft tickets for Bohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SmhaD9BbXvI/AAAAAAAAAXA/HFrg1LBXg1E/s1600-h/Pics+411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361634380351233778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SmhaD9BbXvI/AAAAAAAAAXA/HFrg1LBXg1E/s400/Pics+411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; before going to JY Mall, we headed to thier IT Park for breakfast at "Ila Puti".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SmhZtWYO9CI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tVeipo6oehI/s1600-h/Pics+451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361633992020784162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SmhZtWYO9CI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tVeipo6oehI/s400/Pics+451.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our first night in Panglao, Bohol. Dinner and drinks at Lost Horizon Beach Resort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SmhZemnpweI/AAAAAAAAAWw/OeA032YliSU/s1600-h/Pics+628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361633738682384866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SmhZemnpweI/AAAAAAAAAWw/OeA032YliSU/s400/Pics+628.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lunch at the floating restaurant, Loboc River.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SmhY-3D6UxI/AAAAAAAAAWo/l_ySXxGgC1c/s1600-h/Pics+780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361633193340064530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SmhY-3D6UxI/AAAAAAAAAWo/l_ySXxGgC1c/s400/Pics+780.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a highlight of our trip, super laugh trip! this is in Butterfly Farm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SmhYSNSd6FI/AAAAAAAAAWg/NSh0ZNAEcF8/s1600-h/Pics+803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361632426212583506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SmhYSNSd6FI/AAAAAAAAAWg/NSh0ZNAEcF8/s400/Pics+803.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; before heading back to Manila, we had lunch in Cebu. We ate at Golden Cowry restaurant and the food was great and it's relatively cheap! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3133399209091116671-8367811268940928666?l=shutterconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/8367811268940928666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/06/bohol-gang.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/8367811268940928666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/8367811268940928666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/06/bohol-gang.html' title='Bohol, The Gang'/><author><name>shutterhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14371860074880009806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBiq3QsZbqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QadILRMVerM/S220/Wiley+Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SmhefeHHG2I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/ooXAHNkLU3c/s72-c/Pics+335.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133399209091116671.post-7513502249225695859</id><published>2009-06-23T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T17:12:51.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bohol, The Scenes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Okay, so here are a few pictures from our Bohol Trip last May. I know this is already a month late, but I was so busy reconfiguring my blogsite. hehehehe! excuses I know.... but here ya go, hope you like the pictures....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SmhSWkq5mNI/AAAAAAAAAWY/ABFLSEmxQRs/s1600-h/Pics+376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361625904138787026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SmhSWkq5mNI/AAAAAAAAAWY/ABFLSEmxQRs/s400/Pics+376.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We are travelling to Cebu via Cebu Pacific and from Cebu, we are travelling via a fast craft that would bring us to Bohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SmhSIvYFN6I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/aWAyATKJ8NI/s1600-h/Pics+396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361625666494478242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SmhSIvYFN6I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/aWAyATKJ8NI/s400/Pics+396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's a view from my window in the plane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SmhR2EcBAWI/AAAAAAAAAWI/7dtB0e0hLzc/s1600-h/Pics+424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361625345730609506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SmhR2EcBAWI/AAAAAAAAAWI/7dtB0e0hLzc/s400/Pics+424.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; we stayed in Lost Horizon Resort in Panglao Island, Bohol. The place is okay but the food and beverages are quite expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SmhReWwDebI/AAAAAAAAAWA/0aXJ_tgywoo/s1600-h/Pics+453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361624938329635250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SmhReWwDebI/AAAAAAAAAWA/0aXJ_tgywoo/s400/Pics+453.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is outside Baclayon Church, they say that the face markings on the wall is actually of a certain priest who first built this church... can you see it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SmhRGbNhK9I/AAAAAAAAAV4/tdmyPtA3mAQ/s1600-h/Pics+490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361624527210097618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SmhRGbNhK9I/AAAAAAAAAV4/tdmyPtA3mAQ/s400/Pics+490.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this is the bell tower in Baclayon Church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SmhQvw_b5NI/AAAAAAAAAVw/T_vGVvIYq6Q/s1600-h/Pics+493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361624137919620306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SmhQvw_b5NI/AAAAAAAAAVw/T_vGVvIYq6Q/s400/Pics+493.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I really like this picture... it seemed that there's a certain pride from this bird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SmhQj4ThsvI/AAAAAAAAAVo/nVPprChVbwo/s1600-h/Pics+494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361623933724504818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SmhQj4ThsvI/AAAAAAAAAVo/nVPprChVbwo/s400/Pics+494.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this is "Proni" the biggest Python in Bohol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SmhQUpQxQiI/AAAAAAAAAVg/o3Md98UE4Ls/s1600-h/Pics+536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361623671988372002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SmhQUpQxQiI/AAAAAAAAAVg/o3Md98UE4Ls/s400/Pics+536.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lunch in Loboc River, the floating restaurant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SmhP-xN9PpI/AAAAAAAAAVY/eNGzzAdcgfA/s1600-h/Pics+652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361623296166936210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SmhP-xN9PpI/AAAAAAAAAVY/eNGzzAdcgfA/s400/Pics+652.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I consider this as one of the highlights of our trip, this is the "Man Made Forest". It's amazing that this is actually man made, the vibe there gives you a certain feeling that you are not in the Philippines anymore. Simply breathtaking! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SmhPobeUvDI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/i98NTs-tRR8/s1600-h/Pics+704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361622912372882482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SmhPobeUvDI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/i98NTs-tRR8/s400/Pics+704.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; of course your Bohol trip will not be complete without visiting the Chocolate Hills, we also learned that the reason why it's brown is because most of the hills are actually coral and not soil. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SmhPS4N5p9I/AAAAAAAAAVI/ir5ZuR07aGQ/s1600-h/Pics+763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361622542131505106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SmhPS4N5p9I/AAAAAAAAAVI/ir5ZuR07aGQ/s400/Pics+763.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this one is from the butterfly farm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SmhO08EYiaI/AAAAAAAAAU4/e7zViNnMXuE/s1600-h/Pics+800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361622027769252258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SmhO08EYiaI/AAAAAAAAAU4/e7zViNnMXuE/s400/Pics+800.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the Blood Compact Shrine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3133399209091116671-7513502249225695859?l=shutterconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/7513502249225695859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/06/bohol-scenes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/7513502249225695859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/7513502249225695859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/06/bohol-scenes.html' title='Bohol, The Scenes'/><author><name>shutterhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14371860074880009806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBiq3QsZbqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QadILRMVerM/S220/Wiley+Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SmhSWkq5mNI/AAAAAAAAAWY/ABFLSEmxQRs/s72-c/Pics+376.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133399209091116671.post-835280619885595212</id><published>2009-05-01T15:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T21:20:57.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Once again, it's &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAY&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;01&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and it could only &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MEAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; one thing... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am a year &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OLDER!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A year older and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HOPING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that also a year &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WISER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No fancy &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CELEBRATIONS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; this year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just an &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;INTIMATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; dinner with my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PARENTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BUCKET FULL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of wishes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and a measure of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HOPE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SOON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; enough...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a realization of a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DREAM COME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; TRUE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;enough amount of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;COURAGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;plus the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OPTIMISM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I always have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the right amount of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ENCOURAGEMENT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with overflowing &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; from my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FAMILY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and brimming care from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FRIENDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;equals &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a bright and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PROMISING YEAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ahead!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133399209091116671-835280619885595212?l=shutterconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/835280619885595212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/05/another-year_1936.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/835280619885595212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/835280619885595212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/05/another-year_1936.html' title='Another Year'/><author><name>shutterhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14371860074880009806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBiq3QsZbqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QadILRMVerM/S220/Wiley+Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133399209091116671.post-2449213511413430476</id><published>2009-04-14T21:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T17:13:43.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Galera '09</title><content type='html'>here are some shots from my Holy Week '09 in White Beach, Puerto Galera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SmhrvFR_3XI/AAAAAAAAAYY/bBAZ3prBdNA/s1600-h/Galera+%2709+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361653813000265074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SmhrvFR_3XI/AAAAAAAAAYY/bBAZ3prBdNA/s400/Galera+%2709+063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a cute pifture of a family having fun under the sun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/Smhq9NXfSbI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/IoAs4JUiHmk/s1600-h/Galera+%2709+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361652956177320370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/Smhq9NXfSbI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/IoAs4JUiHmk/s400/Galera+%2709+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; best friends?!? I dunno, but 1 thing for sure, Summer is indeed for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/Smhqhax6scI/AAAAAAAAAYI/l5Ixlywn4hU/s1600-h/Galera+%2709+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361652478741492162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/Smhqhax6scI/AAAAAAAAAYI/l5Ixlywn4hU/s400/Galera+%2709+082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have my own of this, but I still have to learn a lot before I can do this in a beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/Smhp4Qt49TI/AAAAAAAAAYA/puJ1TqKn-aY/s1600-h/Galera+%2709+087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361651771665610034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/Smhp4Qt49TI/AAAAAAAAAYA/puJ1TqKn-aY/s400/Galera+%2709+087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; JP's headshot, one of my favorite shot in this trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SmhpJaaVkII/AAAAAAAAAX4/7JUkInOBKWY/s1600-h/Galera+%2709+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361650966814101634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SmhpJaaVkII/AAAAAAAAAX4/7JUkInOBKWY/s400/Galera+%2709+088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a paparazzi shot of JP, Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SmhoR7NkNHI/AAAAAAAAAXw/uIzbQ4iZuHI/s1600-h/Galera+%2709+099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361650013546230898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SmhoR7NkNHI/AAAAAAAAAXw/uIzbQ4iZuHI/s400/Galera+%2709+099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I looooooove this shot! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SmhnXxlKI0I/AAAAAAAAAXo/iztilhVXBUw/s1600-h/Galera+%2709+124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361649014528418626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SmhnXxlKI0I/AAAAAAAAAXo/iztilhVXBUw/s400/Galera+%2709+124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; like what I've said before, I love sunsets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/Smhmwbk2PyI/AAAAAAAAAXg/wp8qVie7hBE/s1600-h/Galera+%2709+188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361648338606636834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/Smhmwbk2PyI/AAAAAAAAAXg/wp8qVie7hBE/s400/Galera+%2709+188.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; during one of our dinners...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/Smhl5M_i4cI/AAAAAAAAAXY/3oiV6ia_fEU/s1600-h/Galera+%2709+190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361647389799276994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/Smhl5M_i4cI/AAAAAAAAAXY/3oiV6ia_fEU/s400/Galera+%2709+190.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; waiting for our boat on our way home....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3133399209091116671-2449213511413430476?l=shutterconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/2449213511413430476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/04/galera-09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/2449213511413430476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/2449213511413430476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/04/galera-09.html' title='Galera &apos;09'/><author><name>shutterhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14371860074880009806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBiq3QsZbqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QadILRMVerM/S220/Wiley+Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SmhrvFR_3XI/AAAAAAAAAYY/bBAZ3prBdNA/s72-c/Galera+%2709+063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133399209091116671.post-6597618201396431807</id><published>2009-04-13T16:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T18:55:27.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Week '09</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I spent my holy week in White Beach, Puerto Galera with some very good friends, friends that are almost like family to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We arrived Thursday, April 09 at 730AM. After taking our breakfast we head for our room to rest a bit and prepare for what's in store for us the next couple of days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was 4 days and 3 nights of blissful fun, a collection of unguarded memories, a bundle of heartfelt laughters. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We left the beach Sunday, April 12, 2PM and arrived Manila around 630PM. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And as the day is almost over and as I prepare myself to sleep, a very good friend texted me this message:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Galera will never be the same again. I love it. Supermega Bonding, super saya. Super taas ng memories pwede na maabot ang mga clouds and mountain sa kabilang ibayo. Yes, may mga hurdles, pero we made it through. Sabi ko nga, if you want to be happy, then fight for it. Mag megarun tayo for happiness kasi we all deserve it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One night for you, more for me! Good morning Galera! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133399209091116671-6597618201396431807?l=shutterconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/6597618201396431807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/04/holy-week_5491.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/6597618201396431807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/6597618201396431807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/04/holy-week_5491.html' title='Holy Week &amp;#39;09'/><author><name>shutterhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14371860074880009806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBiq3QsZbqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QadILRMVerM/S220/Wiley+Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133399209091116671.post-5348196552157926900</id><published>2009-04-06T21:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T18:55:27.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reptiles...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here's two of my favorite pictures, taken from Lumphini Park in Bangkok, Thailand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SdoEvdtpBII/AAAAAAAAASw/zYsuja-Fb9w/s1600-h/1Bangkok+215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321571123168085122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SdoEvdtpBII/AAAAAAAAASw/zYsuja-Fb9w/s400/1Bangkok+215.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SdoFA1BGIjI/AAAAAAAAAS4/iW5Bqlgwhs8/s1600-h/1Bangkok+212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321571421481476658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SdoFA1BGIjI/AAAAAAAAAS4/iW5Bqlgwhs8/s400/1Bangkok+212.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133399209091116671-5348196552157926900?l=shutterconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/5348196552157926900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/04/reptiles_3552.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/5348196552157926900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/5348196552157926900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/04/reptiles_3552.html' title='Reptiles...'/><author><name>shutterhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14371860074880009806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBiq3QsZbqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QadILRMVerM/S220/Wiley+Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SdoEvdtpBII/AAAAAAAAASw/zYsuja-Fb9w/s72-c/1Bangkok+215.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133399209091116671.post-3816825706437179693</id><published>2009-04-03T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:13:07.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Letting It Be...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know letting go is hard? But can letting go of something that wasn't there be any harder?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that there's no point in crying over spilled milk but what if there was no really milk in the first place? what if it was just an empty glass? will it be less painful? will it just be alright? how can you let go when there is nothing to let go from? how can you move on? and move on from where or from what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say that the hardest of part is when you ask yourself "what if'", and I know that there is such a thing that "we could have been" but I know, we are above that already. They say that we had was something more mature than the rest, that "that something" is more deep than what it seemed. Maybe and maybe not, I wouldn't know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am not perfect, and even if people see me as a mature person, there will always be times that I will be childish about things, that I will be in touch with the kid in me! Sometimes I might even ask myself what happened? That it could have been "US". And sometimes I will tell myself that "we could have been happy together!" But at the end of the day, I will be me, and all I have are "what ifs"... So as I go back to reality and myself, let me just say this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not letting go! I'm just simply... letting it be!&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/3133399209091116671-3816825706437179693?l=shutterconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/3816825706437179693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-letting-it-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/3816825706437179693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/3816825706437179693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-letting-it-be.html' title='Just Letting It Be...'/><author><name>shutterhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14371860074880009806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBiq3QsZbqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QadILRMVerM/S220/Wiley+Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133399209091116671.post-3139896214851059026</id><published>2009-04-02T23:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T18:55:27.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bells</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SdTaVkL42BI/AAAAAAAAASY/XUFqzTrVRDA/s1600-h/2Bangkok+318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SdTaVkL42BI/AAAAAAAAASY/XUFqzTrVRDA/s400/2Bangkok+318.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320117123857045522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can here the bells...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133399209091116671-3139896214851059026?l=shutterconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/3139896214851059026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/04/bells_8800.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/3139896214851059026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/3139896214851059026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/04/bells_8800.html' title='Bells'/><author><name>shutterhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14371860074880009806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBiq3QsZbqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QadILRMVerM/S220/Wiley+Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SdTaVkL42BI/AAAAAAAAASY/XUFqzTrVRDA/s72-c/2Bangkok+318.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133399209091116671.post-6699945172643743517</id><published>2009-04-02T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:13:07.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quicksand</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Can you feel lost when actually everything is just falling into their proper places?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know for a fact that when everything's a mess and nothing is going right, most of the time you feel lost! But how about if everything is going right... or at least almost everything is going right, can you honestly feel lost?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to sit down and think through it and everything's seems to be normal, everything's seems alright... I don't think everything's perfect but everything's perfectly fine! And even though that's the case, even though it seems that everything's just in their proper places... it somehow doesn't feel right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that sometimes, not everything that's right will make you happy but I know someday it will make sense... someday it just might make you happy! What I don't understand is that how is it possible that everything's around you is perfectly fine and yet it makes you uncomfortable, makes you feel lost???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133399209091116671-6699945172643743517?l=shutterconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/6699945172643743517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/04/quicksand.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/6699945172643743517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/6699945172643743517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/04/quicksand.html' title='Quicksand'/><author><name>shutterhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14371860074880009806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBiq3QsZbqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QadILRMVerM/S220/Wiley+Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133399209091116671.post-8041058326201935243</id><published>2009-03-31T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:13:07.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one of them blog stuffs</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Here is the analysis:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You desire a love that will last forever. You are quite serious about finding this type of love, and that's why you think carefully about the men that you meet before deciding whether you could really love them. You don't just develop a crush on someone overnight: you look at a person's personality and other aspects of their life before deciding to form an attachment. If a guy doesn't meet your expectations, you would rather be alone. Your love has to be perfect. Be careful though, you could be missing out on some worthy relationships because your standards are so high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133399209091116671-8041058326201935243?l=shutterconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/8041058326201935243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-of-them-blog-stuffs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/8041058326201935243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/8041058326201935243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-of-them-blog-stuffs.html' title='one of them blog stuffs'/><author><name>shutterhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14371860074880009806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBiq3QsZbqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QadILRMVerM/S220/Wiley+Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133399209091116671.post-1249259262697112776</id><published>2009-03-28T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:13:07.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>About Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="Label1"&gt;You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="Label2"&gt;You are a true romantic. When you are in love, you will do anything and everything to keep your love true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="Label3"&gt;You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="Label4"&gt;You like to flirt and behave seductively. The opposite sex finds this very attractive, and that's why you'll always have admirers hanging off your arms. But how serious are you about choosing someone to be in a relationship with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your views on education&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="Label5"&gt;Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The right job for you:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="Label6"&gt;You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How do you view success:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="Label7"&gt;You are afraid of failure and scared to have a go at the career you would like to have in case you don't succeed. Don't give up when you haven't yet even started! Be courageous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="Label8"&gt;You are afraid of things that you cannot control. Sometimes you show your anger to cover up how you feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="Label9"&gt;You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues. Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve.&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/3133399209091116671-1249259262697112776?l=shutterconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/1249259262697112776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/03/about-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/1249259262697112776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/1249259262697112776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/03/about-me.html' title='About Me'/><author><name>shutterhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14371860074880009806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBiq3QsZbqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QadILRMVerM/S220/Wiley+Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133399209091116671.post-6867375497802324653</id><published>2009-03-08T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:13:07.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eraserheads Live: The Final Set</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Friday night, around 1130PM, a friend texted me asking if I'd want to accompany her in watching "Eraserheads Live: The Final Set" in MOA the night after. I cannot reaaly say that I am a HUGE fan of Eheads but I have always liked them, I maybe not the biggest fan they have but I am a fan nevertheless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eraserheads is probably one of the best, if not "the best", rock band in the history of Original Pinoy Music. You can say that they are probably "the Beatles" of the Philippines. But as the old saying goes, evrything good or bad, must come to an end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As the band sang thier marvelous hits through thier used to be frontman Ely Buendia, you can't help but be nostalgic... As I sang along with them, I feel sad and happy at the same time. Sad in a way that it has finally come to an end, and happy that I was there to hear them play for the last time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I had goosebumps all over!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"At ngayon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Di pa rin alam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kung ba't tayo nandito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Puwede bang itigil muna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ang pag-ikot ng mundo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As the band sang thier last song for the night, the infamous "Ang Huling El Bimbo", and as fireworks lit the night sky, Ely set to fire the famous "Sticker Happy" organ with a lighter fluid... it was indeed thier Final Set! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And then there they were.... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The Eraserheas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Forever would be fine"&lt;/em&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/3133399209091116671-6867375497802324653?l=shutterconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/6867375497802324653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/03/eraserheads-live-final-set.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/6867375497802324653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/6867375497802324653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/03/eraserheads-live-final-set.html' title='Eraserheads Live: The Final Set'/><author><name>shutterhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14371860074880009806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBiq3QsZbqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QadILRMVerM/S220/Wiley+Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133399209091116671.post-1991977136383192723</id><published>2009-03-06T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:13:07.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>QUOTE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I still can't get over "Reveloutionary Road" and here to quote probably the most compelling scene in the movie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="qt0502737"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000701/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;April Wheeler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;: So now I'm crazy because I don't love you, right? Is that the point?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000138/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Frank Wheeler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;: No! Wrong! You're not crazy, and you do love me. That's the point, April.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000701/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;April Wheeler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;: But I don't. I hate you. You were just some boy who made me laugh at a party once, and now I loathe the sight of you. In fact, if you come any closer, if you touch me or anything, I think I'll scream. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000138/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Frank Wheeler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;: Oh, come on, stop this April. [He touches her for an instant and she screams at the top of her lungs before walking away. He chases after her] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000138/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Frank Wheeler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;: Fuck you, April! Fuck you and all your hateful, goddamn - [He breaks a chair against a wall] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000701/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;April Wheeler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;: What are you going to do now? Are you going to hit me? To show me how much you love me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000138/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Frank Wheeler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;: Don't worry, I can't be bothered! You're not worth the trouble it would take to hit you! You're not worth the powder it would take to blow you up. You are an empty, empty, hollow shell of a woman. I mean, what the hell are you doing in my house if you hate me so much? Why the hell are you married to me? What the hell are you doing carrying my child? I mean, why didn't you just get rid of it when you had the chance? Because listen to me, listen to me, I got news for you - I wish to God that you had!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133399209091116671-1991977136383192723?l=shutterconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/1991977136383192723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/03/quote.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/1991977136383192723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/1991977136383192723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/03/quote.html' title='QUOTE'/><author><name>shutterhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14371860074880009806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBiq3QsZbqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QadILRMVerM/S220/Wiley+Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133399209091116671.post-8602616212776625129</id><published>2009-03-03T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:13:07.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revolutionary Road</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have recently watched &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.revolutionaryroadmovie.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Revolutionary Road"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; and I still can't get over the fact that Leonardo DiCaprio was not nominated for an Oscar, I am not very sure if it was due to technicalities that the movie didn't receive any nominations from the academy this year. Almost every year, Leo makes a great movie with great performance and depth, he's really showing depth in his acting and still no acting nominations from The Academy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I must admit that I have always loved Leo ever since, way back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0116999/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Marvin's Room"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; to "Romeo and Juliet" to "Catch Me If You Can" to "Body of Lies" and of course who could ever forget "Titanic".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kate always give good performances in portraying each character she have had, and she had 6 best actress nomination, the 6th being her first golden statue. She even won Best Actress (Revelutionary Road) and Best Supporting Actress (The Reader) in 2009's Gloden Globe Awards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For me, Leo's performance in Revolutionary Road was outstanding, it was simply great and heartfelt, he became Frank Wheeler. Probably, for me the best part was that of the day before Kate Winslet tried to abort thier baby herself. The scene where they were having an arguement when Kate told Leo that she doesn't love him, that she actually hates him. Leo was astounding, you could see in him the shock, the love, the hurt and all other mixed emotions he has. You can't help but feel for him in that scene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Every movie he makes, he gave extra-ordinary performance, and almost all the time, he was snubbed of a nomination from the academy. Come to think of it, when was the last time he got nominated in Oscar's?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To quote one line from April Wheeler, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"no one forgets the TRUTH, everyone just gets better in lying"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/3133399209091116671-8602616212776625129?l=shutterconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/8602616212776625129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/03/revolutionary-road.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/8602616212776625129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/8602616212776625129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/03/revolutionary-road.html' title='Revolutionary Road'/><author><name>shutterhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14371860074880009806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBiq3QsZbqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QadILRMVerM/S220/Wiley+Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133399209091116671.post-8639696321713494193</id><published>2009-02-23T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:13:07.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flower Power</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SaQPvKAf46I/AAAAAAAAARo/v63rK6ll0r8/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SaQPvKAf46I/AAAAAAAAARo/v63rK6ll0r8/s400/10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306383563763999650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SaQPexBYSRI/AAAAAAAAARg/9zUK26Ez41A/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SaQPexBYSRI/AAAAAAAAARg/9zUK26Ez41A/s400/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306383282178902290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SaQPX5GdPqI/AAAAAAAAARY/exO0PG_Af0c/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SaQPX5GdPqI/AAAAAAAAARY/exO0PG_Af0c/s400/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306383164088598178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SaQPMW7KdrI/AAAAAAAAARQ/w67BxklchrE/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SaQPMW7KdrI/AAAAAAAAARQ/w67BxklchrE/s400/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306382965935863474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SaQPCnmgbgI/AAAAAAAAARI/MSfqBOzQQDM/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SaQPCnmgbgI/AAAAAAAAARI/MSfqBOzQQDM/s400/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306382798613933570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SaQO0hjqaNI/AAAAAAAAARA/H0G1FEKWytc/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SaQO0hjqaNI/AAAAAAAAARA/H0G1FEKWytc/s400/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306382556473223378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SaQOqWSqxSI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/PL09-mHf4Rs/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SaQOqWSqxSI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/PL09-mHf4Rs/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306382381650461986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SaQOfpNd8JI/AAAAAAAAAQw/aeIs1di86FQ/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SaQOfpNd8JI/AAAAAAAAAQw/aeIs1di86FQ/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306382197750362258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SaQOD101U4I/AAAAAAAAAQo/fdSjMmCVoeE/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SaQOD101U4I/AAAAAAAAAQo/fdSjMmCVoeE/s400/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306381720100361090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SaQNzObhxbI/AAAAAAAAAQg/GgXxcziUL-k/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SaQNzObhxbI/AAAAAAAAAQg/GgXxcziUL-k/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306381434647332274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133399209091116671-8639696321713494193?l=shutterconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/8639696321713494193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/02/flower-power.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/8639696321713494193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/8639696321713494193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/02/flower-power.html' title='Flower Power'/><author><name>shutterhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14371860074880009806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBiq3QsZbqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QadILRMVerM/S220/Wiley+Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SaQPvKAf46I/AAAAAAAAARo/v63rK6ll0r8/s72-c/10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133399209091116671.post-1371583748682545182</id><published>2009-02-22T23:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T18:55:27.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Shots</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Random pictures of anything:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SaQMgvpRw-I/AAAAAAAAAQA/Ujzq8UQJxNs/s1600-h/Portraits+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SaQMgvpRw-I/AAAAAAAAAQA/Ujzq8UQJxNs/s400/Portraits+035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306380017634231266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SaQM4kcGokI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/QajaQH5glSY/s1600-h/Portraits+112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 246px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SaQM4kcGokI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/QajaQH5glSY/s400/Portraits+112.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306380426943046210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SaQNEtjgBMI/AAAAAAAAAQY/_nPx6vvM23I/s1600-h/Portraits+119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SaQNEtjgBMI/AAAAAAAAAQY/_nPx6vvM23I/s400/Portraits+119.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306380635548419266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SaQMsqCvZlI/AAAAAAAAAQI/s4bRybqI0-U/s1600-h/Portraits+109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SaQMsqCvZlI/AAAAAAAAAQI/s4bRybqI0-U/s400/Portraits+109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306380222288848466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133399209091116671-1371583748682545182?l=shutterconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/1371583748682545182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/02/random-shots_2311.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/1371583748682545182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/1371583748682545182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/02/random-shots_2311.html' title='Random Shots'/><author><name>shutterhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14371860074880009806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBiq3QsZbqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QadILRMVerM/S220/Wiley+Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SaQMgvpRw-I/AAAAAAAAAQA/Ujzq8UQJxNs/s72-c/Portraits+035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133399209091116671.post-2690386193230859158</id><published>2009-02-21T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:13:07.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black and Whites</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Random shots from my stash in black and white:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SaQJSoderVI/AAAAAAAAAPg/6dfsLh-_JPU/s1600-h/pics+093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SaQJSoderVI/AAAAAAAAAPg/6dfsLh-_JPU/s400/pics+093.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306376476652645714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SaQK9-hVJ2I/AAAAAAAAAPo/5tF5IxzyM-w/s1600-h/pics+248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SaQK9-hVJ2I/AAAAAAAAAPo/5tF5IxzyM-w/s400/pics+248.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306378320820381538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SaQLhE2-R8I/AAAAAAAAAPw/IimLquZDGbU/s1600-h/Portraits+090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SaQLhE2-R8I/AAAAAAAAAPw/IimLquZDGbU/s400/Portraits+090.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306378923817191362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SaQL6XWJyAI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Zv0Cz0QoEjs/s1600-h/Portraits+093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SaQL6XWJyAI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Zv0Cz0QoEjs/s400/Portraits+093.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306379358276536322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133399209091116671-2690386193230859158?l=shutterconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/2690386193230859158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/02/black-and-whites.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/2690386193230859158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/2690386193230859158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/02/black-and-whites.html' title='Black and Whites'/><author><name>shutterhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14371860074880009806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBiq3QsZbqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QadILRMVerM/S220/Wiley+Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SaQJSoderVI/AAAAAAAAAPg/6dfsLh-_JPU/s72-c/pics+093.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133399209091116671.post-7248670287408621419</id><published>2009-02-20T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:13:07.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday; Weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's friday again! 6 months ago, I would've been ecstatic knowing that weekend is already here. But with me trying my best efforts to be a good boy or a man or a gay man for that matter, I found myself thinking so hard on how to spend my so called weekend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I left office at around almost 8PM, and since I have no where to go, no date and even no friends to meet up with, I decided to head home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At home, I found out that my eldest sister is already preparing for work and that my other sister's boyfriend is staying for the weekend. Instantaneously, I decided that I will be going out sooner than I thought. And since Mark isn't replying to my messages, I guess i'll be watching a movie again... alone! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I heard "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He's Just Not That Into You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" is good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133399209091116671-7248670287408621419?l=shutterconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/7248670287408621419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/02/friday-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/7248670287408621419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/7248670287408621419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/02/friday-weekend.html' title='Friday; Weekend!'/><author><name>shutterhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14371860074880009806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBiq3QsZbqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QadILRMVerM/S220/Wiley+Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133399209091116671.post-8078699273891301489</id><published>2009-02-19T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:13:07.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*?%@*&amp;#*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If only you can just close your heart from the things you don't want to feel... then everything will just be perfect!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't describe how I'm feeling right now, all I know is that, I honestly think I don't deserve this... I don't desserve this kind of treatment. Such harsh words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Get me outta here and make it quick!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133399209091116671-8078699273891301489?l=shutterconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/8078699273891301489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/8078699273891301489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/8078699273891301489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='*?%@*&amp;amp;#*'/><author><name>shutterhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14371860074880009806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBiq3QsZbqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QadILRMVerM/S220/Wiley+Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133399209091116671.post-2435678804989649785</id><published>2009-02-18T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:13:07.677+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='email'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='waiting'/><title type='text'>The Email</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As days passed, I've been checking my email religiously... patiently waiting, impatiently hoping! It has been a week now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As I open my yahoo mail after a meeting yesterday, there it was... lying in my inbox!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The email... and this will be the start of something new... *Big Smile*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133399209091116671-2435678804989649785?l=shutterconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/2435678804989649785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/02/email.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/2435678804989649785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/2435678804989649785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/02/email.html' title='The Email'/><author><name>shutterhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14371860074880009806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBiq3QsZbqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QadILRMVerM/S220/Wiley+Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133399209091116671.post-6472999050543587311</id><published>2009-02-16T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:13:07.678+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best friend'/><title type='text'>Wanting to have my own Marley</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Valentine's day passed with me having no one to hold and spend it with, come to think of, it has always been like that for the past few years now... me being single.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And since I would look like a total loser to go out alone that day, when almost everyone around you is spending the day in two's... I decided to just stay home and meet with some friends come very late evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sunday came and although my sisters are home, they are sleeping since they came from a shift the night before and will still be having one sunday night. I asked some friends if they would want to see a movie. Fortunate enough that I have one friend who is available and would want to give me company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After deciding that we are to meet at 6PM, I busied myself with old DVDs at home and watched HSM 2. I decided to hit the shower after the movie and started preparing myself. I fetched Shun and head to the nearest mall. We decided to watch Marley and Me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have heard from friends that it was a good movie about the "Man's Bestfriend". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was a feel good movie, having to feel a little sad if I may just say the day before, it was a welcome changed that I was actually laughing while watching the movie. It was such a feel good movie that I wanted to adopt or even buy a dog for myself after. Our dog, which is a doberman, died last month and probably the reason why the movie moved me into almost tears as the movie progressed. Having said that, I had the strongest urged to buy a new dog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I still remember that day when we learned that our beloved doberman died, my mom cried. Although I wasn't able to spend as much time with our dog since she's in the province, I felt sad about the news, afterall I always try to play with her when I'm in Nueva Ecija.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Marley and Me, was in more ways than one, a funy and a toucing story. It has that warmth and wouldn't keep you from really laughing even if you are in a movie house. I believed what Owen Wilson said in one of the scenes... I can't remember exactly what he said but it was something like "when you give your heart to a dog, it will give his heart to you in exchange"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If I will still be spending my valentines day alone next year, I just hope I'd just be spending it with my very own Marley.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303386415472250146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SZlp2KjbDSI/AAAAAAAAAPA/xlQHNlr8wkU/s400/MarleyAndMe_Teaser.jpg" border="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/3133399209091116671-6472999050543587311?l=shutterconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/6472999050543587311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/02/wanting-to-have-my-own-marley.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/6472999050543587311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/6472999050543587311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/02/wanting-to-have-my-own-marley.html' title='Wanting to have my own Marley'/><author><name>shutterhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14371860074880009806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBiq3QsZbqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QadILRMVerM/S220/Wiley+Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SZlp2KjbDSI/AAAAAAAAAPA/xlQHNlr8wkU/s72-c/MarleyAndMe_Teaser.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133399209091116671.post-3400595058355894572</id><published>2009-01-26T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:13:07.678+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bangkok Love Story'/><title type='text'>Bangkok Love Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have always been a fan of movies, and I have had my share of watching them. I know there are a lot of people who have seen more than I do, there's no doubt about that, but I can still say that I have my fair share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, watching movies makes me relax, it's one way for me to escape the world that I know, the world that I have lived in. I have had encouragements from friends to watch certain films because it was great and most of it are actually great films. But there are also a number of films that, I don't know if I was just expecting too much but, sad to say failed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have recently watched the much talked about "Bangkok Love Story", and to say that I loved it, would be an understatement. Surprisingly, for me it lived up to my expectation,s if not exceeded. For a gay indie film, it was excellent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SYHRsWaSnwI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Hu4PiUbjDG0/s1600-h/n26843932239_781716_2963.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SYHRsWaSnwI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Hu4PiUbjDG0/s400/n26843932239_781716_2963.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296745196624715522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things that made me really really love this film are it's cinematography and acting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cinematography was simply amazing. Very strong angles, right execution of panning, perfect lighting. It was a work of art, well at least for me. The actors were brilliant that they can actually act!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course the direction was great, set design was artistically made and the story was surreal but engaging and would keep you wanting for more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so in love with the film that it haunted me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but wonder, is it really possible to wait with uncertainties for something that you really wanted even if takes you forever? In a world that works with assurance and surrounded by certainties, can LOVE really survive the uncertain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133399209091116671-3400595058355894572?l=shutterconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/3400595058355894572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/01/bangkok-love-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/3400595058355894572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/3400595058355894572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/01/bangkok-love-story.html' title='Bangkok Love Story'/><author><name>shutterhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14371860074880009806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBiq3QsZbqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QadILRMVerM/S220/Wiley+Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SYHRsWaSnwI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Hu4PiUbjDG0/s72-c/n26843932239_781716_2963.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133399209091116671.post-2563452734326994146</id><published>2009-01-14T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:13:07.678+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hobby'/><title type='text'>Every Click of my Shutter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In my pursuit to hone my skills in my hobby. I sometimes take my time alone and head to one place I could sit, take pictures, drink coffee and just relax! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;These are the times that I believe I am a loner. Sometimes I really find it more comfortable to be alone than to be with someone. I still have a lot to learn, but I take my time, enjoying everytime I press my shutter, every lense adjustment and every download of my pictures to my pc. Taking one step at a time! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As what they would always say, it's not the destination that matters but the journey it self. If eventually I would decide to make a living out of this hobby, I still don't know. But what is important to me right now is that I am having fun with every click of my sutter...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298180003086653490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SYbqpFAO2DI/AAAAAAAAAOo/qCAfuyZ7OO8/s400/Yatch+Club.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298180149598272802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SYbqxmzUvSI/AAAAAAAAAOw/fLs6RVLW0gc/s400/Yatch+Club+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133399209091116671-2563452734326994146?l=shutterconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/2563452734326994146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/01/every-click-of-my-shutter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/2563452734326994146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/2563452734326994146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/01/every-click-of-my-shutter.html' title='Every Click of my Shutter'/><author><name>shutterhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14371860074880009806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBiq3QsZbqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QadILRMVerM/S220/Wiley+Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SYbqpFAO2DI/AAAAAAAAAOo/qCAfuyZ7OO8/s72-c/Yatch+Club.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133399209091116671.post-8523321591520620715</id><published>2009-01-12T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:13:07.678+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunset'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Before the Sun Sets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have always been fascinated with sunsets! Sometimes I even take the time to go some place where I can just stare at the setting sun. And sometimes capture it in my pictures. So calming and serene!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The amazing hues of colors it gives to earth with its very last minutes, and how it varies each day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I guess it also gives me a certain feeling of security, security that tomorrow can be better. It gives me strings of hope that whatever happens today, whether good or bad, an oppurtunity to make it better tomorrow is just around the corner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298176163740885602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SYbnJmU3omI/AAAAAAAAAOY/LOga9RN9Z64/s400/Sunset.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298176342105186210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SYbnT-yO36I/AAAAAAAAAOg/YSb80-TKRjE/s400/Sunset+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133399209091116671-8523321591520620715?l=shutterconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/8523321591520620715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/01/before-sun-sets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/8523321591520620715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/8523321591520620715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/01/before-sun-sets.html' title='Before the Sun Sets'/><author><name>shutterhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14371860074880009806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBiq3QsZbqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QadILRMVerM/S220/Wiley+Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SYbnJmU3omI/AAAAAAAAAOY/LOga9RN9Z64/s72-c/Sunset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133399209091116671.post-1232099692423048087</id><published>2009-01-10T23:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T18:55:27.874+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cousins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Welcome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Welcome Cousins!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have always believed that I came from a very close knit family and when I say close knit, this doesn't only apply to my immediate family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I welcome the new year, I also welcome 2 new cousins! Although they have been born months back it's only now that I have formally meet them in person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SYHKIoHj1tI/AAAAAAAAAOI/FBuBcGBM1F8/s1600-h/Cousin+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SYHKIoHj1tI/AAAAAAAAAOI/FBuBcGBM1F8/s400/Cousin+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296736886321305298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SYHJ4zL-wmI/AAAAAAAAAOA/wYZwuXCPEzA/s1600-h/Cousin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SYHJ4zL-wmI/AAAAAAAAAOA/wYZwuXCPEzA/s400/Cousin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296736614414729826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To you my dear cousins, Welcome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope we can all say "Let's drink to that" soon....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133399209091116671-1232099692423048087?l=shutterconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/1232099692423048087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/01/welcome-cousins_4513.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/1232099692423048087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/1232099692423048087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/01/welcome-cousins_4513.html' title='Welcome Cousins!'/><author><name>shutterhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14371860074880009806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBiq3QsZbqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QadILRMVerM/S220/Wiley+Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SYHKIoHj1tI/AAAAAAAAAOI/FBuBcGBM1F8/s72-c/Cousin+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133399209091116671.post-6717006327458079412</id><published>2009-01-02T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:13:07.679+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><title type='text'>One of Them Plans</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been updating my blog for the longest time and as a new year starts together with my other plans...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this blog should always be updated! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3133399209091116671-6717006327458079412?l=shutterconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/6717006327458079412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-of-them-plans.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/6717006327458079412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/6717006327458079412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-of-them-plans.html' title='One of Them Plans'/><author><name>shutterhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14371860074880009806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBiq3QsZbqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QadILRMVerM/S220/Wiley+Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133399209091116671.post-1687239429928372315</id><published>2008-08-29T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:13:07.679+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='robots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Wall-E</title><content type='html'>I have watched Wall-E last week and for me to say that the film is good is an understatement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The film is a testament to the old and cliche saying that "action speaks louder than words". It was amazing that a mere sound of collective beeps and simple sounds can convey a thousand words. I knew that the movie was good but I never expected that it was that good! The movie conveyed the idea that love is something to be showed and not just something that can be expressed thru words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wall-E (&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W&lt;/strong&gt;aste &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;llocation &lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt;oad &lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt;ifter &lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;arth-Class&lt;/span&gt;) is the last of the robots who are tasked to clean-up Earth. Interesting as it may seem, the robot developed a personality, and an inquisitive personality that is, which makes it more interesting lest complicated. to top that he is lonely! until one day the people in space sent a robot on Earth to check if life can be sustained again, ergo EVE (&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;xtraterrestrial &lt;strong&gt;V&lt;/strong&gt;egetation &lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;valuator&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instantaneously Wall-E developed an affection to EVE. Talking to EVE with gestures and beeps and simple sounds that made the movie so adorable. It gave me that certain feeling of wanting to be wanted, of needing to be needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was indeed a good movie to watch... a movie worth your time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299566294658907570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 357px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SYvXd3jG_bI/AAAAAAAAAO4/GB13UTkzYws/s400/walle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133399209091116671-1687239429928372315?l=shutterconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/1687239429928372315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/08/wall-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/1687239429928372315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/1687239429928372315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/08/wall-e.html' title='Wall-E'/><author><name>shutterhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14371860074880009806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBiq3QsZbqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QadILRMVerM/S220/Wiley+Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SYvXd3jG_bI/AAAAAAAAAO4/GB13UTkzYws/s72-c/walle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133399209091116671.post-4258533707924109976</id><published>2008-08-27T20:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T18:55:28.174+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lomography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Cityscapes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;More shots from Bruce and Kodak Ektachrome E100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SLVLu6S530I/AAAAAAAAAKc/0u905WPfkRM/s1600-h/Lomo+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239177010810052418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SLVLu6S530I/AAAAAAAAAKc/0u905WPfkRM/s320/Lomo+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pacific Star Building, Makati Ave.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SLVLuyj9QkI/AAAAAAAAAKk/BFH7dWaRsxM/s1600-h/Lomo+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239177008734093890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SLVLuyj9QkI/AAAAAAAAAKk/BFH7dWaRsxM/s320/Lomo+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Makati Ave, Burgos St.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SLVLvYD511I/AAAAAAAAAKs/D0Zpyae-SRc/s1600-h/Lomo+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239177018800199506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SLVLvYD511I/AAAAAAAAAKs/D0Zpyae-SRc/s320/Lomo+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BPI Buendia Center, Sen Gil Puyat Ave.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SLVLvT1W9EI/AAAAAAAAAK0/XH4bXpMeRhs/s1600-h/Lomo+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239177017665451074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SLVLvT1W9EI/AAAAAAAAAK0/XH4bXpMeRhs/s320/Lomo+083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BPI Buendia Center, Sen Gil Puyat Ave.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SLVLvmYMfnI/AAAAAAAAAK8/DkdYvQoC85g/s1600-h/Lomo+086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239177022643404402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SLVLvmYMfnI/AAAAAAAAAK8/DkdYvQoC85g/s320/Lomo+086.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Makati Ave, Burgos St.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133399209091116671-4258533707924109976?l=shutterconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/4258533707924109976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/08/cityscapes_8986.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/4258533707924109976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/4258533707924109976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/08/cityscapes_8986.html' title='Cityscapes'/><author><name>shutterhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14371860074880009806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBiq3QsZbqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QadILRMVerM/S220/Wiley+Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SLVLu6S530I/AAAAAAAAAKc/0u905WPfkRM/s72-c/Lomo+047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133399209091116671.post-1517516319270081238</id><published>2008-08-27T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:13:20.894+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lomography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Busy Streets = Busy Lights</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Playing with Bruce and his B setting... the lights and the busy streets of Makati City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SLVKLbhuOFI/AAAAAAAAAKE/CsXsuTWtWM8/s1600-h/Lomo+077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239175301743654994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SLVKLbhuOFI/AAAAAAAAAKE/CsXsuTWtWM8/s320/Lomo+077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SLVKLio1WOI/AAAAAAAAAKM/szEagtHAmsY/s1600-h/Lomo+078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239175303652530402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SLVKLio1WOI/AAAAAAAAAKM/szEagtHAmsY/s320/Lomo+078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SLVKLoE24EI/AAAAAAAAAKU/4hsSjdcd5t8/s1600-h/Lomo+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239175305112248386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SLVKLoE24EI/AAAAAAAAAKU/4hsSjdcd5t8/s320/Lomo+079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SLVJ8xUS32I/AAAAAAAAAJc/2t2eqhL6_hQ/s1600-h/Lomo+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239175049894879074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SLVJ8xUS32I/AAAAAAAAAJc/2t2eqhL6_hQ/s320/Lomo+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SLVJ9HKZq6I/AAAAAAAAAJk/PWR2FOnCbVU/s1600-h/Lomo+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239175055758961570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SLVJ9HKZq6I/AAAAAAAAAJk/PWR2FOnCbVU/s320/Lomo+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SLVJ9IgRFnI/AAAAAAAAAJs/l3z0i_ICrnw/s1600-h/Lomo+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239175056119109234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SLVJ9IgRFnI/AAAAAAAAAJs/l3z0i_ICrnw/s320/Lomo+073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SLVJ9coNZeI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/stgTSK1b4vE/s1600-h/Lomo+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239175061521130978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SLVJ9coNZeI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/stgTSK1b4vE/s320/Lomo+074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SLVJ9oHexoI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/HOnFsB2se8Y/s1600-h/Lomo+075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239175064605083266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SLVJ9oHexoI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/HOnFsB2se8Y/s320/Lomo+075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/3133399209091116671-1517516319270081238?l=shutterconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/1517516319270081238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/08/busy-streets-busy-lights.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/1517516319270081238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/1517516319270081238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/08/busy-streets-busy-lights.html' title='Busy Streets = Busy Lights'/><author><name>shutterhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14371860074880009806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBiq3QsZbqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QadILRMVerM/S220/Wiley+Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SLVKLbhuOFI/AAAAAAAAAKE/CsXsuTWtWM8/s72-c/Lomo+077.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133399209091116671.post-4561374913776277478</id><published>2008-08-26T02:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:13:20.894+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beijing China'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Patriotism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Athletes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Olympics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Newspaper'/><title type='text'>Beijing Olympics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was scanning through one of the forums I joined and stumbled upon this one thread about the Beijing Olympics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure if this was published but it was stated in the thread that it was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to see the the internet article &lt;a href="http://sports.inquirer.net/inquirersports/inquirersports/view/20080805-152702/Fighting-Fifteen"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and my two cents worth...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the article is unnecessary and uncalled for! Yes they have the freedom to write a story about these things but is it really necessary to put "almost zero chance of landing a medal"? if the newspaper is really up to writing something about the beijing olympics, then why not write it in this manner? why not write something in the perspective of "despite the the giant athletes of the other countries, we were able to send 15 athletes hoping to give glory to our country... or something like "even with the lack of financial and physical support, 15 athletes will fly to Beijing China to compete in this year's Olympics"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I used to compete in swimming, maybe not as big as olympics, but this kind of article will never strike me as challenging... this is nothing but purely demoralizing and degrading... I have had comments in the same context and it is very far from being a challenge more so if it's coming from your own allies...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pity when some people are trying very hard to somehow make us filipinos proud and yet in our very own backyard, some people are scrutinizing and degrading these very people who are brave enough to take a step forward, who are courages enough to bring us forward...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;is it really so much to keep an optimistic mind nowadays? so much to being patriotic....&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/3133399209091116671-4561374913776277478?l=shutterconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/4561374913776277478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/08/beijing-olympics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/4561374913776277478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/4561374913776277478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/08/beijing-olympics.html' title='Beijing Olympics'/><author><name>shutterhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14371860074880009806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBiq3QsZbqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QadILRMVerM/S220/Wiley+Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133399209091116671.post-1580061610084695935</id><published>2008-08-19T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:13:20.895+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lomomanila'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lomography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='luneta'/><title type='text'>Mga Parisukat na Larawan...</title><content type='html'>Ang huling limang larawan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SKrBkxpYufI/AAAAAAAAAI0/8fl1oHGYsk8/s1600-h/Lomo+1st+Set+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236210354317998578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SKrBkxpYufI/AAAAAAAAAI0/8fl1oHGYsk8/s320/Lomo+1st+Set+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bata, bata, paano ka ginawa? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SKrBkyg8JhI/AAAAAAAAAI8/YwUIhV0sO1Y/s1600-h/Lomo+1st+Set+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236210354551006738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SKrBkyg8JhI/AAAAAAAAAI8/YwUIhV0sO1Y/s320/Lomo+1st+Set+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ang tubig na nagbibigay ng buhay... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SKrBlG8CBQI/AAAAAAAAAJE/TyedHB4Mw34/s1600-h/Lomo+1st+Set+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236210360033346818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SKrBlG8CBQI/AAAAAAAAAJE/TyedHB4Mw34/s320/Lomo+1st+Set+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;simbahan... isang mapayapang lugar! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SKrBlHAe6-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/9z6_P2cGv98/s1600-h/Lomo+1st+Set+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236210360052018146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SKrBlHAe6-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/9z6_P2cGv98/s320/Lomo+1st+Set+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ang mga mangingisda... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SKrBlfzStCI/AAAAAAAAAJU/e2LYVfhaLGA/s1600-h/Lomo+1st+Set+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236210366707577890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SKrBlfzStCI/AAAAAAAAAJU/e2LYVfhaLGA/s320/Lomo+1st+Set+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ako ang lalaki sa breakwater...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133399209091116671-1580061610084695935?l=shutterconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/1580061610084695935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/08/mga-parisukat-na-larawan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/1580061610084695935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/1580061610084695935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/08/mga-parisukat-na-larawan.html' title='Mga Parisukat na Larawan...'/><author><name>shutterhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14371860074880009806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBiq3QsZbqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QadILRMVerM/S220/Wiley+Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SKrBkxpYufI/AAAAAAAAAI0/8fl1oHGYsk8/s72-c/Lomo+1st+Set+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133399209091116671.post-5577344869190316772</id><published>2008-08-19T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:13:20.895+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lomomanila'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lomography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='luneta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Being a Lomographer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Here are additional photos from my very first set of films processed using my Holga 120CFN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SKq-hUKr_6I/AAAAAAAAAIM/Hb6CxpKl8VM/s1600-h/Lomo+1st+Set+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236206996330119074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SKq-hUKr_6I/AAAAAAAAAIM/Hb6CxpKl8VM/s320/Lomo+1st+Set+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Five Star Ice Cream : the Luneta way! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SKq-hjbSP9I/AAAAAAAAAIU/tubfpcsUpzU/s1600-h/Lomo+1st+Set+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236207000426266578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SKq-hjbSP9I/AAAAAAAAAIU/tubfpcsUpzU/s320/Lomo+1st+Set+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;pussy cat, pussy cat, where have you been?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SKq-hjnhm4I/AAAAAAAAAIc/Yrgtrq_nSZA/s1600-h/Lomo+1st+Set+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236207000477604738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SKq-hjnhm4I/AAAAAAAAAIc/Yrgtrq_nSZA/s320/Lomo+1st+Set+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt; in a world of strangers, it's nice to have someone by your side...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SKq-h-rAnkI/AAAAAAAAAIk/mlJwZCV0WiU/s1600-h/Lomo+1st+Set+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236207007739977282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SKq-h-rAnkI/AAAAAAAAAIk/mlJwZCV0WiU/s320/Lomo+1st+Set+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;my fellow lomographers... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SKq-iGIQQKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/2EsTahzV0rI/s1600-h/Lomo+1st+Set+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236207009741684898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SKq-iGIQQKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/2EsTahzV0rI/s320/Lomo+1st+Set+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt; sa ilalim ng puno ng kamatis at sa pagbabantay ni Lapu-Lapu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SKq-OXnyKeI/AAAAAAAAAHk/dRj9dzeeNaI/s1600-h/Lomo+1st+Set+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236206670839949794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SKq-OXnyKeI/AAAAAAAAAHk/dRj9dzeeNaI/s320/Lomo+1st+Set+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;light lamps &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SKq-Ohumf-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/17yiklXWftc/s1600-h/Lomo+1st+Set+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236206673552900066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SKq-Ohumf-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/17yiklXWftc/s320/Lomo+1st+Set+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt; the new age Ewoks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SKq-O9xzFWI/AAAAAAAAAH0/vcpfar85aHM/s1600-h/Lomo+1st+Set+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236206681082500450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SKq-O9xzFWI/AAAAAAAAAH0/vcpfar85aHM/s320/Lomo+1st+Set+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt; a creepy hallway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SKq-PUxIUPI/AAAAAAAAAH8/5NxGHkF9mjM/s1600-h/Lomo+1st+Set+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236206687253713138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SKq-PUxIUPI/AAAAAAAAAH8/5NxGHkF9mjM/s320/Lomo+1st+Set+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt; an attempt for a multiple expsoure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SKq-PdUq31I/AAAAAAAAAIE/ZTKnMGecmUM/s1600-h/Lomo+1st+Set+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236206689550262098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SKq-PdUq31I/AAAAAAAAAIE/ZTKnMGecmUM/s320/Lomo+1st+Set+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the famous Ped Xing...&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/3133399209091116671-5577344869190316772?l=shutterconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/5577344869190316772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/08/being-lomographer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/5577344869190316772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/5577344869190316772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/08/being-lomographer.html' title='Being a Lomographer'/><author><name>shutterhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14371860074880009806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBiq3QsZbqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QadILRMVerM/S220/Wiley+Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SKq-hUKr_6I/AAAAAAAAAIM/Hb6CxpKl8VM/s72-c/Lomo+1st+Set+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133399209091116671.post-9030398682436123075</id><published>2008-08-06T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:13:20.895+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lomomanila'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lomography'/><title type='text'>My very first set of Lomo pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have been fascinated with lomography for quite awhile now... and here are some of my very first pictures using my very own "Bruce".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231366913127265474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SJmMfZKutMI/AAAAAAAAAHE/buT2kwyr3O4/s320/Lomo+1st+Set+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231367042806450530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SJmMm8QqCWI/AAAAAAAAAHM/JbwBnwMcYOA/s320/Lomo+1st+Set+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231367294912544194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SJmM1nbbvcI/AAAAAAAAAHU/LHLe60h7zh4/s320/Lomo+1st+Set+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231366703336318946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SJmMTLoq5-I/AAAAAAAAAG8/nIsH4W8T9N8/s320/Lomo+1st+Set+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231367428362164226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SJmM9YkTWAI/AAAAAAAAAHc/M_F4zPrtB6w/s320/Lomo+1st+Set+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I will be posting my next set of pics soon! =)&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/3133399209091116671-9030398682436123075?l=shutterconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/9030398682436123075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-very-first-set-of-lomo-pics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/9030398682436123075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/9030398682436123075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-very-first-set-of-lomo-pics.html' title='My very first set of Lomo pics'/><author><name>shutterhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14371860074880009806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBiq3QsZbqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QadILRMVerM/S220/Wiley+Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SJmMfZKutMI/AAAAAAAAAHE/buT2kwyr3O4/s72-c/Lomo+1st+Set+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133399209091116671.post-839291126635851024</id><published>2008-07-07T08:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:13:20.895+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lomomanila'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lomography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>What is Lomography?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What is lomography?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Technically:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lomography, is a registered trademark of Lomographische AG (Austria), is a movement that, via the Lomography Society International, promotes the use of Lomo cameras — primarily and most famously the LC-A but also cameras as unlike this as the fisheye lomography camera — and a "shoot from the hip" attitude. (Many outsiders regard it as merely a sales gimmick to drive sales of these cameras at inflated prices.) Viewed as either a modern impressionistic art movement for photography to create images of everyday life or a simple (and effective) marketing ploy, Lomography has attracted a large international following around "The 10 rules" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.camerapedia.org/wiki/Lomography" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.camerapedia.org/wiki/Lomography&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Casually:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“lomo for me is my own little way of gathering memories of special moments spent with friends, family, or spent alone on the road or elsewhere” - riaholic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“is my guide - my beacon and that alarm clock that wakes me up every time I fall into one of those stupors brought on by a plain, workaday, ants-marching type of boring life.” -whitemumu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“i think lomo is not just about the camera ..as i read somewhere, think of it as punk music..you dont have to use a specific guitar to play punk..well u dont even have to be a musician to be a punk..you dont even have to look like a punk… Lomo can have a very loose definition that eventually that people may argue that it doesnt really exist or is not a valid movement. but we know its here, we get to be part of it and have fun..so what else matters ?” – sparklemind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“lomo is love...” lola melay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“it provides holy mess to my otherwise orderly life.”-pixiecorpse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“is probably the reason why I'm still into photography...” –suplada80&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Lomography is photography, painting and chemistry combined.”- jamkablam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“What Lomography offers is a completely different and fresh perspective into looking at and seeing things. It transcends the trappings of the everyday, workaday world and invites one to think.” –cruzron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Taken from &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lomomanila.ph/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;www.lomomanila.ph&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; forums article by wraithblade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And as for me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lomography is all about the attitude! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133399209091116671-839291126635851024?l=shutterconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/839291126635851024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-is-lomography.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/839291126635851024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/839291126635851024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-is-lomography.html' title='What is Lomography?'/><author><name>shutterhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14371860074880009806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBiq3QsZbqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QadILRMVerM/S220/Wiley+Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133399209091116671.post-9219161214705341838</id><published>2008-06-05T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:13:20.896+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>I Believe and it is Unexpected</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I always say, "Love comes to those who believe it"... and if I may just add, "It comes in your most unexpected time/way".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have been single for quite sometime, my friends often ask if I'm seeing anyone or if I'm happy, I told them I am single, and happy because I am with good and caring friends and for now it's more than enough. It was, not until that simple message of "Hello".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I came home from work one night, and found an online message in one of my networking sites in the world wide web. An exchange of online messages happened next. An exchange of YM Id's and the rest became history.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When I opened that online site that night I wasn't looking for "love" and I wasn't expecting to find a special someone. Things just happened, and could it be any better than this? I wouldn't think so, everything just fell in thier proper places.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;love really does come to those who believe it and it sometimes do in your most unexpected time and way...&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/3133399209091116671-9219161214705341838?l=shutterconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/9219161214705341838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-believe-and-it-is-unexpected.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/9219161214705341838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/9219161214705341838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-believe-and-it-is-unexpected.html' title='I Believe and it is Unexpected'/><author><name>shutterhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14371860074880009806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBiq3QsZbqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QadILRMVerM/S220/Wiley+Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133399209091116671.post-8590866939893252449</id><published>2008-06-02T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:13:20.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's in my Name?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;What does Jan Wiley mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;You are fair, honest, and logical. You are a natural leader, and people respect you. You never give up, and you will succeed... even if it takes you a hundred tries. You are rational enough to see every part of a problem. You are great at giving other people advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection. You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive. You have the classic "Type A" personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very intuitive and wise. You understand the world better than most people. You also have a very active imagination. You often get carried away with your thoughts. You are prone to a little paranoia and jealousy. You sometimes go overboard in interpreting signals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very charming... dangerously so. You have the potential to break a lot of hearts. You know how what you want, how to get it, and that you will get it. You have the power to rule the world. Let's hope you're a benevolent dictator!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing. You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long. You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are relaxed, chill, and very likely to go with the flow. You are light hearted and accepting. You don't get worked up easily. Well adjusted and incredibly happy, many people wonder what your secret to life is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone. You work hard not to rock the boat. Your easy going attitude brings people together. At times, you can be a little flaky and irresponsible. But for the important things, you pull it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a free spirit, and you resent anyone who tries to fence you in. You are unpredictable, adventurous, and always a little surprising. You may miss out by not settling down, but you're too busy having fun to care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133399209091116671-8590866939893252449?l=shutterconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/8590866939893252449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-in-my-name.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/8590866939893252449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/8590866939893252449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-in-my-name.html' title='What&amp;#39;s in my Name?'/><author><name>shutterhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14371860074880009806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBiq3QsZbqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QadILRMVerM/S220/Wiley+Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133399209091116671.post-8756433423346561951</id><published>2008-05-28T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:13:20.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The first time I fell in love was long ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I didn't know how to give my love at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The next time I settled for what felt so close.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But without romance, you're never gonna fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;After everything I've learned;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now it's finally my turn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This is the last time I'll fall... in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The first time we walked under that starry sky,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;there was a moment when everything was clear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I didn't need to ask or even wonder why,&lt;br /&gt;because each question is answered when your near.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and I'm wise enough to know when a miracle unfolds,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;this is the last time i'll fall in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now don't hold back, just let me know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Could i be moving much too fast or way too slow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'Cause all of my life, I've waited for this day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To find that once in a lifetime, this is it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'll never be the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You'll never know what it's taken me to say these words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And now that I've said them, they could never be enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;As far as I can see, there's only you and only me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This is the last time I'll fall in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Last time i'll fall in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The last time i'll fall... in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133399209091116671-8756433423346561951?l=shutterconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/8756433423346561951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/05/last-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/8756433423346561951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/8756433423346561951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/05/last-time.html' title='The Last Time'/><author><name>shutterhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14371860074880009806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBiq3QsZbqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QadILRMVerM/S220/Wiley+Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133399209091116671.post-1846703653028263245</id><published>2008-05-28T03:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:13:20.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sweet Thought!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;here's a daily those of my horoscope:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"be ambitious in your love life goals. Shoot for the stars and you might actually hit one. It's all about positive thinking and self-fulfilling prophecy. you are in control of your own fate."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just can't help but smile!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133399209091116671-1846703653028263245?l=shutterconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/1846703653028263245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/05/sweet-thought.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/1846703653028263245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/1846703653028263245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/05/sweet-thought.html' title='A Sweet Thought!'/><author><name>shutterhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14371860074880009806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBiq3QsZbqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QadILRMVerM/S220/Wiley+Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133399209091116671.post-7465954763778054015</id><published>2008-05-20T08:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T21:24:52.295+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boracay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philippines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>A Weekend in Paradise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SDqDN9ZCpCI/AAAAAAAAAFk/wPwY1Q_829o/s1600-h/1_100308353l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204616595221160994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SDqDN9ZCpCI/AAAAAAAAAFk/wPwY1Q_829o/s200/1_100308353l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And there goes my weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started my weekend probably a little early… I started it Thursday, and I started it by a trip going to the Manila Domestic Airport and a flight going to Kalibo, Aklan. This weekend is my much awaited trip to Boracay Island. I am spending a weekend there with some former colleagues and good friends. I have heard a lot of good things about Boracay and I have been wanting to see its exquisite beauty, why so many people are drawn to its powdery like white sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at Kalibo International Airport a little past 8 in the morning and we are on time. Kudos to Cebu Pacific for a safe and on time flight. We hailed a van that would transport us to Tabon Port since the boats bound to Boracay island can not use Jetty Port because of the weather. And so my Boracay adventure began Thursday morning!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The trip would have been perfect except for "Cosme". He visited the Philippines in a less more appropriate timing, although it was not raining in Boracay, but the sun also eluded the island, and that being said, we just have to make the most of our weekend getaway. Occasional light rain showers but nevertheless, I have had a great time. Nothing beats a weekend in the beach. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204625932480062658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SDqLtdZCpMI/AAAAAAAAAG0/5QbgRe-Ulqs/s320/1_293877885l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Manila Domestic Airport, 6:55AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204619236626048066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SDqFntZCpEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/xtrE5zwTRSc/s320/1_186452226l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;as we look for our first lunch in Boracay, we head for D'Mall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204619631763039314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SDqF-tZCpFI/AAAAAAAAAF8/4Wpmq0H3GHk/s320/1_447471298l.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it was a long walk to Friday's so might as well make the most of it... STRIKE A POSE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204620817174013042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SDqHDtZCpHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/0Qy7fAHZWc0/s320/1_968286951l.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;gaging on the beach...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204621272440546434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SDqHeNZCpII/AAAAAAAAAGU/kyi9Okwzbqs/s320/1_971548818l.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Khae, Wiley, Lui, Diane and Chad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204621491483878546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SDqHq9ZCpJI/AAAAAAAAAGc/WnYDKrKDThc/s320/1_608218893l.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Camwhores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204621680462439586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SDqH19ZCpKI/AAAAAAAAAGk/TbMyh_9waI4/s320/1_739484740l.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Chillin at Hey Jude! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204621800721523890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SDqH89ZCpLI/AAAAAAAAAGs/h7YqcnBo6fw/s320/1_496927951l.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was one of the shortest long weekend I have ever had, if only we can stay a little longer... but we figured that the island is not going anywhere. My weekend was a blast! I wonder if I can share a weekend here with someone special, it would be nice for sure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am now back in the metro, and gone back to my old routine. As I face the daily challenges as a struggling yuppie, I can look forward to those weekends I'd be spending in Boracay! I will definitely come back soon! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133399209091116671-7465954763778054015?l=shutterconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/7465954763778054015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/05/weekend-in-paradise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/7465954763778054015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/7465954763778054015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/05/weekend-in-paradise.html' title='A Weekend in Paradise'/><author><name>shutterhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14371860074880009806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBiq3QsZbqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QadILRMVerM/S220/Wiley+Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SDqDN9ZCpCI/AAAAAAAAAFk/wPwY1Q_829o/s72-c/1_100308353l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133399209091116671.post-6485192487702987236</id><published>2008-05-13T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:13:20.897+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boracay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>My Last Rendezvous With Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Summer is almost over, in fact, here in the metro it's raining almost everyday, like as if its already the start of the rainy season. but that doesn't stop me from my last hurrah of summer!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Summer is almost equivalent to the beach. When summertime comes, you can never miss out the beach because if you do, you might just be tagged as a LOSER! people would always want to go to the beach even once during summer... to get that natural tan that some if not most people are just crazy about... if you have that perfect tan line, you have got yourself the most "IN" fad in this time of the year. It's like a statement already... and if you have it, then flaunt it! *(",)*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Of course when we are talking about beaches, one name would always pop out! It's like beach = &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Boracay&lt;/span&gt;! As much as people are crazy about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bora&lt;/span&gt;, I have never been there! i really don't know why, maybe I get preoccupied with a lot of things... and maybe I like having the easier way to go to a beach and that would mean &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Puerto&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Galera&lt;/span&gt;! But this time, I have yet to end my ignorance in this so called paradise... i have yet to put an end to my being naive to such a wonderful place such as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Boracay&lt;/span&gt;! With much enthusiasm and excitement... I will conquer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Bora&lt;/span&gt; this weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199868208950892786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SCmklgFdWPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/KalxTywdMOQ/s320/Boracay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't wait to feel that powdery like sand of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Boracay&lt;/span&gt; Island and feel the heat of the arrogant sun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199868810246314242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SCmlIgFdWQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/bwJU4tXz9FA/s320/Boracay1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; spend time under the sun to get my so called tan line...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199870249060358434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SCmmcQFdWSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/EC-fAR6Oc0w/s320/map.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so come &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Bora&lt;/span&gt;... here I come!&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/3133399209091116671-6485192487702987236?l=shutterconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/6485192487702987236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-last-rendezvous-with-summer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/6485192487702987236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/6485192487702987236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-last-rendezvous-with-summer.html' title='My Last Rendezvous With Summer'/><author><name>shutterhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14371860074880009806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBiq3QsZbqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QadILRMVerM/S220/Wiley+Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SCmklgFdWPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/KalxTywdMOQ/s72-c/Boracay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133399209091116671.post-5780596727676857855</id><published>2008-05-13T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:13:20.897+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='psychology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tickle'/><title type='text'>What I'm looking for in a Relationship</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wiley, you're looking for a Best Friend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;There are many different ways to look at relationships, but for you, finding a best friend, the one person you share everything with, is the most important. Some people focus more on the romantic image of a soul mate to last the span of time, but you probably prefer the reality of making the most of every moment of every day. And who better to live those moments with than someone who's true blue through and through?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;The ideal match for you is probably someone who can anticipate the next word out of your mouth and who laughs at the punch line before you even tell it. Chances are it's important to you that they'd expand your circle of friends, introduce you to new places, faces, and experiences, too. Whether this relationship is here for the short- or the long- term, you're a take-it-as-it-comes kind of person, with few expectations or fairytales to live up to. You'd take your constant companion and trusted secret-keeper over a fairy princess or Prince Charming, any day. Whether you realize it or not, there's someone out there who feels the same way about you. Like you, that someone is looking for the one person to be their best friend — both in the bedroom and out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133399209091116671-5780596727676857855?l=shutterconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/5780596727676857855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-i-looking-for-in-relationship.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/5780596727676857855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/5780596727676857855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-i-looking-for-in-relationship.html' title='What I&amp;#39;m looking for in a Relationship'/><author><name>shutterhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14371860074880009806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBiq3QsZbqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QadILRMVerM/S220/Wiley+Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133399209091116671.post-6276115558962920251</id><published>2008-05-13T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:13:20.897+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='psychology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tests'/><title type='text'>Breakfast in Bed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm actually fond in taking psychological exams on-line... &lt;a href="http://www.tickle.com/"&gt;http://www.tickle.com/&lt;/a&gt; actually provides the most variety of psychological exams from serious stuff to lifestyle to probably even the most mundane things there is out there... here is one of the results I have had in one of the exams I took. this one is about my &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Romantic Fantasy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Wiley, it looks like your romantic fantasy is the Breakfast in Bed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;There are few things better than waking up to the smell of hot coffee and sizzling bacon, especially when it's right under your nose. Ahh, breakfast in bed. It's more intimate than a candlelit dinner, yet as comfortable as an old pair of slippers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Trusty sweethearts and reliable soul mates are the men of your dreams, not mysterious strangers from foreign lands. Whether it's cuddling next to a roaring fire, feeding each other pizza straight from the box, or gazing at the stars, your fantasy doesn't need to venture too far from reality. And that's cozy.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/3133399209091116671-6276115558962920251?l=shutterconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/6276115558962920251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/05/breakfast-in-bed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/6276115558962920251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/6276115558962920251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/05/breakfast-in-bed.html' title='Breakfast in Bed'/><author><name>shutterhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14371860074880009806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBiq3QsZbqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QadILRMVerM/S220/Wiley+Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133399209091116671.post-6844845993546372053</id><published>2008-05-09T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:13:20.898+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendster'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>the wonders of Friendster</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Back in my previous company I basically have all the access in internet except Friendster. yep that's correct, except friendster, I have access to Myspace, Multiply, downelink, and what have you's but of course i don't have G4M. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I transferred companies September last year, and ironic as it may seem, I don't have access to everything but friendster! Yes! You got it right, the only thing I can access here in the office is friendster and take note, Yahoo! =) so much as i want to update my other networking sites, I can only update them at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198333187284799218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SCQwfew8DvI/AAAAAAAAAEs/aviQF_WxP3I/s320/Random+Pictures+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;hehehe, my multiply site used to be my most updated networking site before, but with these recent changes in my internet life... i have come to enjoy friendster again... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198333698385907458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SCQw9Ow8DwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/qo-iwlTePcc/s320/Random+Pictures+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;and as everyone who has friendster.... here's my featured friends... my beloved aristocrata! =P Friendster has served it purpose to me these past few months and that is to keep in touch with long last colleagues, highschool friends and even long lost friends...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it also made me updated with friends i hardly see and meet... friends I can't talk to all the time!&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/3133399209091116671-6844845993546372053?l=shutterconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/6844845993546372053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/05/wonders-of-friendster.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/6844845993546372053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/6844845993546372053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/05/wonders-of-friendster.html' title='the wonders of Friendster'/><author><name>shutterhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14371860074880009806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBiq3QsZbqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QadILRMVerM/S220/Wiley+Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SCQwfew8DvI/AAAAAAAAAEs/aviQF_WxP3I/s72-c/Random+Pictures+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133399209091116671.post-3987873811770987005</id><published>2008-05-09T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:13:20.898+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='email'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Emails, emails and more emails...</title><content type='html'>As part of my daily routine in the office, I have to answer tons and tons of emails. But sometimes, if your inbox gets this much of emails, you would wish you have another job....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198325503588306642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SCQpgOw8DtI/AAAAAAAAAEc/rnjdwMCTDpY/s200/Random+Pictures+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't get me wrong, I love my Job and I love it so much but man, if your inbox contains 3035 emails and 177 unread? man, that's a lot of emails..... =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198326014689414882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SCQp9-w8DuI/AAAAAAAAAEk/QnXZQOXKqtI/s200/Random+Pictures+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;if you receive this much of emails everyday... i sometimes wonder if my day is consumed in just answering all these emails... but then again some emails may just end up in trash! hehehe =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133399209091116671-3987873811770987005?l=shutterconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/3987873811770987005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/05/emails-emails-and-more-emails.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/3987873811770987005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/3987873811770987005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/05/emails-emails-and-more-emails.html' title='Emails, emails and more emails...'/><author><name>shutterhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14371860074880009806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBiq3QsZbqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QadILRMVerM/S220/Wiley+Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SCQpgOw8DtI/AAAAAAAAAEc/rnjdwMCTDpY/s72-c/Random+Pictures+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133399209091116671.post-2690543009736523921</id><published>2008-05-01T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:13:20.898+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Again... another year has passed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I make it a point that when this time of the year comes I always try to look back the past year. I try to reminisce what had happened, how was the year to me and how it made me who I am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past year for me has been eventful, but for the most part... fruitful and very liberating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend and I watched a movie yesterday night. Last full show in Powerplant Mall, and the movie ended at about 11:30PM. It was a feel good movie, lots of kilig scenes and that it made me feel good. it made me feel that everything is going to be fine....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"it's not enough that you love me for who I am, but you should also love me for who I am not"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as I welcome another year to my so called "crazy life" I thank everyone who has been a part of it... the whole 24 years of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need not mention your names one by one... but you know who you are... i just want to let all of you know that you've been a part of me and that you will always be a part of whoever I will become...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&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/3133399209091116671-2690543009736523921?l=shutterconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/2690543009736523921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/04/again-another-year-has-passed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/2690543009736523921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/2690543009736523921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/04/again-another-year-has-passed.html' title='Again... another year has passed!'/><author><name>shutterhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14371860074880009806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBiq3QsZbqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QadILRMVerM/S220/Wiley+Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133399209091116671.post-2517421338105926972</id><published>2008-04-21T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:13:20.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take care Nadj...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have received a letter from one of my officers today, though I am already expecting for this letter, I guess I could say that I am still in denial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to this company seven months ago with only the knowledge and experience I have in my pocket. Not expecting anything but just to do my part of the bargain which is to do the job which I was hired for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She became a friend instantly. It was never hard to befriend her, although she’s with a different team at that time, she has that sunny and engaging personality. Someone you could easily have a small talk with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven months has passed and our fondness with each other grew to become a lasting friendship. She became my pillar of strength, my grain of salt, my critique and of course my true friend. Not that she’s the only one I have here, but she’s the closest I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you already know that you have to let go because it’s for the better but most of the time you don’t want to because for the fear I guess, for the fear that what if no one takes her used to be placed in your so called life. For the fear that she might forget, the things you used to do together, for the fear that she might forget the memories and worse, the friend you are to her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I read her letter, and as I sign received at the bottom part of the page, I wish her well, I wish all the good and the best for her. As I sign my name, I sign with it the entire friend that I am to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I forward your resignation letter to HR, I look forward to the great beyond our friendship not just in the four corners of this office but to all the different people we will meet together or apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care Nadj, things will never be the same for sure, but I am here and just here not just as your supervisor but most of all as your friend.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193162304876277298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBHRmgsZbjI/AAAAAAAAADY/kIHfAxgeIjU/s200/Me+and+Nadj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133399209091116671-2517421338105926972?l=shutterconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/2517421338105926972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/04/take-care-nadj.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/2517421338105926972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/2517421338105926972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/04/take-care-nadj.html' title='Take care Nadj...'/><author><name>shutterhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14371860074880009806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBiq3QsZbqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QadILRMVerM/S220/Wiley+Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBHRmgsZbjI/AAAAAAAAADY/kIHfAxgeIjU/s72-c/Me+and+Nadj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133399209091116671.post-5760971085752620754</id><published>2008-03-01T06:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:13:20.899+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Forget About Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i got a private message from a very dear friend giving me this link....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://profile.imeem.com/A9XwNc/music/hQzm5CTe/little_bit_forget_about_me_prod_by_stargate_2007_wwwr/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://profile.imeem.com/A9XwNc/music/hQzm5CTe/little_bit_forget_about_me_prod_by_stargate_2007_wwwr/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she simply said: for you bebe! love you mwah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the lyrics of the song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HmmWhoaaa&lt;br /&gt;OohhhYeahh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Said It Wasn't&lt;br /&gt;Gonna Be Like It Was Before&lt;br /&gt;Then It Happened Again&lt;br /&gt;Pushing Me Back Out The Door&lt;br /&gt;Thought It Would Be Forreal This Time&lt;br /&gt;Love Me Forget About The Signs&lt;br /&gt;So Now What Do I DoNow,&lt;br /&gt;That I Know That We're Through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish That I Could Move On&lt;br /&gt;Can't Let Go, It's Too Strong&lt;br /&gt;Just Like That And Then You're Gone&lt;br /&gt;Is This How You Wanted It To Be&lt;br /&gt;Everything You Had To Say&lt;br /&gt;Sent The Tears Right Down My Face&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm Trying To EscapeThe Misery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why Don't You Love Me&lt;br /&gt;The Way I Loved You&lt;br /&gt;It Feels So Crazy&lt;br /&gt;Cause I Dunno What I Did To You&lt;br /&gt;If You're Gonna Hurt Me&lt;br /&gt;Then Do It Quickly&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm Tired Of Cryin&lt;br /&gt;If You Don't Wanna Stick Around&lt;br /&gt;Then, Baby, Forget About Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too Late, Sorry&lt;br /&gt;I Didn't Even Have The Chance&lt;br /&gt;You Said You Were Happy&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I Don't Understand&lt;br /&gt;Gave You Everything You Asked For&lt;br /&gt;And Was Ready To Give A Lot More&lt;br /&gt;I Would've Given The World&lt;br /&gt;Right In The Palm Of Your Hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish That I Could Move On&lt;br /&gt;Can't Let Go, It's Too Strong&lt;br /&gt;Just Like That And Then You're Gone&lt;br /&gt;Is This How You Wanted It To Be&lt;br /&gt;Everything You Had To Say&lt;br /&gt;Sent The Tears Right Down My Face&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm Trying To EscapeThe Misery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why Don't You Love Me&lt;br /&gt;The Way I Loved You&lt;br /&gt;It Feels So Crazy&lt;br /&gt;Cause I Dunno What I Did To You&lt;br /&gt;If You're Gonna Hurt Me&lt;br /&gt;Then Do It Quickly&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm Tired Of Cryin&lt;br /&gt;If You Don't Wanna Stick Around&lt;br /&gt;Then, Baby, Forget About Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, My Heart Was True&lt;br /&gt;And That You Can't Deny&lt;br /&gt;Don't Be A Fool&lt;br /&gt;And Walk Away From All The Lies&lt;br /&gt;It's Up To You&lt;br /&gt;Cause Heaven Knows I've Tried&lt;br /&gt;Tell Me You're Still In Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeahhhh Ohh&lt;br /&gt;Why Don't You Love Me&lt;br /&gt;The Way I Loved You&lt;br /&gt;It Feels So Crazy&lt;br /&gt;Cause I Dunno What I Did To You&lt;br /&gt;If You're Gonna Hurt Me&lt;br /&gt;Then Do It Quickly&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm Tired Of Cryin&lt;br /&gt;If You Don't Wanna Stick Around&lt;br /&gt;Then, Baby, Forget About Me&lt;br /&gt;Forget About Me...&lt;br /&gt;Forgett about me..&lt;br /&gt;Oh... baby oh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133399209091116671-5760971085752620754?l=shutterconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/5760971085752620754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/02/forget-about-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/5760971085752620754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/5760971085752620754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/02/forget-about-me.html' title='Forget About Me'/><author><name>shutterhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14371860074880009806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBiq3QsZbqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QadILRMVerM/S220/Wiley+Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133399209091116671.post-7141387938261473403</id><published>2008-02-11T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:13:20.899+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breaking up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='break up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goodbye'/><title type='text'>The problem with Hello is Goodbye...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;Breaking up with someone will never be easy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;but breaking up can also mean new life, new challenges and new future...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;we may have closed one window but we can definitely leave the door wide open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;I am melancholic for a wasted 2nd chance but I'm optimistic for a bright future ahead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;someday we will find our place in this urban jungle and we need to be contented with the repercussions of our own decisions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;it may have been a roller coaster ride for me but for now let me just say thank you for the experience...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;as i bid my goodbye... i will face the world head on because i know i have loved honestly and it's just not for me to keep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;" &gt;love comes to those who believes it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;i know somewhere out there, there is someone waiting for the same exact thing that I can offer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;and until that time I know life will be good to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3133399209091116671-7141387938261473403?l=shutterconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/7141387938261473403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/02/problem-with-hello-is-goodbye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/7141387938261473403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/7141387938261473403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/02/problem-with-hello-is-goodbye.html' title='The problem with Hello is Goodbye...'/><author><name>shutterhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14371860074880009806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBiq3QsZbqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QadILRMVerM/S220/Wiley+Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133399209091116671.post-5145313727583009620</id><published>2008-02-10T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:13:20.899+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taurus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horoscope'/><title type='text'>Horoscope for the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="bodytext"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;read this horoscope for the day in one of my sites.... it somehow makes me feel good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you in the midst of trying to make a decision? The good news is that, right now, you are as close to understanding what you really want as you have ever been. The bad news is that you're still not quite all the way there. So today, you need to just take that last leap of faith. You won't know the results for a while, so don't spend the rest of the night wringing your hands. Make the choice. Forget you made it. Then just move on with your life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193166634203311730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBHVigsZbnI/AAAAAAAAAD4/wdmOARX-4W8/s320/Taurus.bmp" border="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/3133399209091116671-5145313727583009620?l=shutterconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/5145313727583009620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/02/horoscope-for-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/5145313727583009620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/5145313727583009620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/02/horoscope-for-day.html' title='Horoscope for the day'/><author><name>shutterhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14371860074880009806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBiq3QsZbqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QadILRMVerM/S220/Wiley+Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBHVigsZbnI/AAAAAAAAAD4/wdmOARX-4W8/s72-c/Taurus.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133399209091116671.post-2739515572317539733</id><published>2008-02-06T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:13:20.900+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2007'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='survey'/><title type='text'>2007.. There year that was...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;1) WHERE DID YOU BEGIN 2007?&lt;br /&gt;Ayala corner Paseo de Roxas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) WHAT WAS YOUR STATUS ON VALENTINE'S DAY?&lt;br /&gt;S-I-N-G-L-E...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) WERE YOU IN SCHOOL?&lt;br /&gt;attended some classes in PUP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) HOW DID YOU EARN YOUR MONEY?&lt;br /&gt;working my ass off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) DID YOU HAVE TO GO TO THE HOSPITAL?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) DID YOU HAVE ANY ENCOUNTERS WITH THE POLICE?&lt;br /&gt;none, thank god&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) WHERE DID YOU GO ON VACATION?&lt;br /&gt;Baguio and Puerto Galera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) WHAT DID YOU PURCHASE THAT WAS OVER $1000?&lt;br /&gt;i wish i have that much to spend on something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) MEET ANYONE NEW?&lt;br /&gt;Yep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) DID YOU KNOW ANYBODY WHO PASSED AWAY?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, a first cousin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) WAS ANYONE BORN?&lt;br /&gt;none yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) DID YOU MOVE ANYWHERE?&lt;br /&gt;yep... i moved in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) HOW DID YOU CELEBRATE YOUR BIRTHDAY?&lt;br /&gt;a simple celebration with few intimate friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) WHAT CONCERT/SHOWS/PLAYS DID YOU GO TO?&lt;br /&gt;Cream 2007 if you can consider that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) ARE YOU REGISTERED TO VOTE?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) WHO DID YOU WANT TO WIN BIG BROTHER?&lt;br /&gt;Rizza Samson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) WHERE DO YOU LIVE NOW?&lt;br /&gt;in my dreams..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) HOW DID YOU SPEND YOUR SUMMER BREAK?&lt;br /&gt;just a trip to the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) WHAT'S ONE THING YOU THOUGHT YOU'D NEVER DO BUT DID IN 2007?&lt;br /&gt;really love in its truest sense...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) WHAT HAS BEEN YOUR FAVORITE MOMENT?&lt;br /&gt;there's a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) WHAT'S SOMETHING YOU LEARNED ABOUT YOUR SELF?&lt;br /&gt;that I'm capable of loving in it's truest sense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) ANY NEW ADDITIONS TO YOUR FAMILY?&lt;br /&gt;yes, a niece...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) WHAT WAS YOUR WORST MONTH/DAY?&lt;br /&gt;JULY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) WHAT MUSIC WILL YOU REMEMBER 2007 BY?&lt;br /&gt;For You by Kenny Latimore and All This Time by Sylver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) WHO HAS BEEN YOUR FUNNIEST BUDDY?&lt;br /&gt;hmmm, there's a lot who tried and keep me laughing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) MADE NEW FRIENDS?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) NEW BEST FRIENDS?&lt;br /&gt;sorta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28) FAVORITE NIGHT OUT?&lt;br /&gt;Club Govt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) WHAT SPORTING EVENTS DID YOU ATTEND?&lt;br /&gt;some badminton games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30) WHAT WAS YOUR BEST MONTH/S?&lt;br /&gt;October&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31) OVERALL, HOW WOULD YOU RATE THIS YEAR?&lt;br /&gt;it was a very long learning experience... it was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32) OTHER THAT HOME, WHERE DID YOU SPEND MOST OF YOUR TIME?&lt;br /&gt;in the office...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33) CHANGE YOUR HAIRSTYLE?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, shaved my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34) HAVE ANY CARS?&lt;br /&gt;none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35) HOW OLD DID YOU TURN THIS YEAR?&lt;br /&gt;24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36) DID HAVE NEW YEAR'S RESOLUTION?&lt;br /&gt;None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37) DO ANYTHING EMBARASSING?&lt;br /&gt;A lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38) BUY ANYTHING NEW FROM EBAY?&lt;br /&gt;none!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39) GET MARRIED?&lt;br /&gt;Nope &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40) BE HONEST-- DID YOU WATCHED AMERICAN IDOL?&lt;br /&gt;yes, as much as i can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41) DID YOU GET SICK THIS YEAR?&lt;br /&gt;Yes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42) BEEN SNOWBOARDING?&lt;br /&gt;i wish... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43) ARE YOU HAPPY TO SEE 2007 GO?&lt;br /&gt;not really sure... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44) MEAN OR NICE?&lt;br /&gt;nice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45) DEFINING MOMENT OF 2007?&lt;br /&gt;it was a very refreshing year for me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133399209091116671-2739515572317539733?l=shutterconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/2739515572317539733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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There year that was...'/><author><name>shutterhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14371860074880009806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBiq3QsZbqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QadILRMVerM/S220/Wiley+Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133399209091116671.post-2142529766306702803</id><published>2008-01-22T05:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:13:20.900+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stardust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='claire danes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Stardust...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;I never believe that there is one person here on Earth that is meant to spend his/her life alone... our decisions make our destiny...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;here's a line from one my fave movie... i wish for everyone that they may find what they really are looking for in this lifetime...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193167282743373442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBHWIQsZboI/AAAAAAAAAEA/SFez4ix5lu4/s200/Stardust.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;You know when I said I knew little about love? That wasn't true. I know a lot about love. I've seen it, centuries and centuries of it, and it was the only thing that made watching your world bearable. All those wars. Pain, lies, hate... It made me want to turn away and never look down again. But when I see the way that mankind loves... You could search to the furthest reaches of the universe and never find anything more beautiful. So yes, I know that love is unconditional. But I also know that it can be unpredictable, unexpected, uncontrollable, unbearable and strangely easy to mistake for loathing, and... What I'm trying to say, Tristan is... I think I love you. Is this love, Tristan? I never imagined I'd know it for myself. My heart... It feels like my chest can barely contain it. Like it's trying to escape because it doesn't belong to me any more. It belongs to you. And if you wanted it, I'd wish for nothing in exchange - no fits. No goods. No demonstrations of devotion. Nothing but knowing you loved me too. Just your heart, in exchange for mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133399209091116671-2142529766306702803?l=shutterconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/2142529766306702803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/01/stardust.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/2142529766306702803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/2142529766306702803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/01/stardust.html' title='Stardust...'/><author><name>shutterhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14371860074880009806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBiq3QsZbqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QadILRMVerM/S220/Wiley+Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBHWIQsZboI/AAAAAAAAAEA/SFez4ix5lu4/s72-c/Stardust.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133399209091116671.post-3688186727644715954</id><published>2008-01-05T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:13:20.900+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fruits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oranges'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apples'/><title type='text'>Apples to Oranges</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBHUGAsZblI/AAAAAAAAADo/iccgVLZWWoQ/s1600-h/Apples.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193165045065412178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBHUGAsZblI/AAAAAAAAADo/iccgVLZWWoQ/s200/Apples.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have always wondered if an apple tree can bear oranges as fruits... maybe but I really don’t think so! No matter how much effort we put in thinking through about it... you can never see oranges in an apple tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have often wondered why sometimes it feels that I am different from my friends... they say that friends are your brothers and sisters in your past life. There’s also this thing that friends are your soul brothers/sisters, if this is true then how come, sometimes I feel really different from my friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when I was younger, i have always wondered why mom was a little densed... why sometimes, it seems that she couldn't care less... why when I was younger she never takes sides when my aunts are in a fight... i couldn't seem to decipher why she acts like as if she's not affected at all when in fact we are directly affected... or at that time, i thought we are affected... affected in a sense that we can't be with our cousins in one place since their moms are not in good terms...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back then, I can't seem to figure how can she be like that when other times she can be so caring and loving and even helpful... but now that I've come with age... it made perfect sense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I look at my mother now, i see a spitting image of me... not that we have the same features but I see a lot more of my self in her than in my father... I can see in her how I am towards things... how I react on things and how I act on things... not of course in every bits and pieces but more likely we are kinda the same. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBHUOwsZbmI/AAAAAAAAADw/JFdoyJXFn5c/s1600-h/oranges.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193165195389267554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="151" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBHUOwsZbmI/AAAAAAAAADw/JFdoyJXFn5c/s200/oranges.bmp" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people may perceive me as a snob, not-a-care-in-the-world kinda guy, but with friends who really knows me.. they would say differently, or so i thought... hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I look back to how I was so confused and dumbfounded when I was younger... it makes me smile... because back then as much as I was bedazzled, I am as certain now more than ever that it made perfect sense...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you don't have to take sides to show you care... you just have to let them know you do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now if ever you see an apple tree with triangular or rectangular fruits... don't be confused, whatever the shape its fruits will be... it will always be apples....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133399209091116671-3688186727644715954?l=shutterconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/3688186727644715954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/01/apples-to-oranges.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/3688186727644715954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/3688186727644715954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/01/apples-to-oranges.html' title='Apples to Oranges'/><author><name>shutterhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14371860074880009806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBiq3QsZbqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QadILRMVerM/S220/Wiley+Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBHUGAsZblI/AAAAAAAAADo/iccgVLZWWoQ/s72-c/Apples.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133399209091116671.post-3405893390041951876</id><published>2008-01-04T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:13:20.900+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resolution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2007'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><title type='text'>The year that was</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I could say that 2007 was the year where I learned alot the most... it did taught me a lot of things and about life in general...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2007, I can say is both good and harsh to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;given me things I can barely grasp with my own two hands...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;let me feel emotions that I can hardly contain...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;gave me experiences beyond my wildest imaginations...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;things that left me dumbfounded...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;good thing is that I have some friends who kept me grounded and sane, a family who kept my feet firmly placed on the ground... people who never failed to remind me my rightful place in this urban jungle....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as I bid goodbye the year that was... let me face the new year head on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3133399209091116671-3405893390041951876?l=shutterconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/3405893390041951876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/01/year-that-was.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/3405893390041951876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/3405893390041951876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/01/year-that-was.html' title='The year that was'/><author><name>shutterhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14371860074880009806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBiq3QsZbqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QadILRMVerM/S220/Wiley+Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133399209091116671.post-2769284864797908792</id><published>2007-08-23T10:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:13:26.376+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='solutions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wound'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><title type='text'>On Pains...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pain&lt;/strong&gt;, you just have to ride it out, hope it goes away on its own, hope the wound that caused it heals. There are no solutions, no easy answers, you just breath deep and wait for it to subside. Most of the time pain can be managed but sometimes the pain gets you where you least expect it. Hits way below the belt and doesn't let up. Pain, you just have to fight through, because the truth is you can't outrun it and life always makes more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133399209091116671-2769284864797908792?l=shutterconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/2769284864797908792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2007/08/on-pains.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/2769284864797908792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/2769284864797908792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2007/08/on-pains.html' title='On Pains...'/><author><name>shutterhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14371860074880009806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBiq3QsZbqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QadILRMVerM/S220/Wiley+Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133399209091116671.post-1604709491517719214</id><published>2007-08-14T02:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:13:26.376+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fairy tales'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fantasy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Fairy Tales</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;You know how when you were a little kid and you believed in fairy tales, that fantasy of what your life would be, white dress, prince charming who would carry you away to a castle on a hill. You would lie in bed at night and close your eyes and you had complete and utter faith. Santa Claus, the Tooth Fairy, Prince Charming, they were so close you could taste them, but eventually you grow up, one day you open your eyes and the fairy tale disappears. Most people turn to the things and people they can trust. But the thing is its hard to let go of that fairy tale entirely cause almost everyone has that smallest bit of hope, of faith, that one day they will open their eyes and it will come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133399209091116671-1604709491517719214?l=shutterconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/1604709491517719214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2007/08/fairy-tales.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/1604709491517719214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/1604709491517719214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2007/08/fairy-tales.html' title='Fairy Tales'/><author><name>shutterhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14371860074880009806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBiq3QsZbqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QadILRMVerM/S220/Wiley+Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133399209091116671.post-5364961412918541099</id><published>2007-08-01T12:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:13:26.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Personal Space</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;"At the end of the day, when it comes down to it, all we really want is to be close to somebody. So this thing, where we all keep our distance and pretend not to care about each other, is usually a load of bull. So we pick and choose who we want to remain close to, and once we've chosen those people, we tend to stick close by. No matter how much we hurt them, the people that are still with you at the end of the day - those are the ones worth keeping. And sure, sometimes close can be too close. But sometimes, that invasion of personal space, it can be exactly what you need."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&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/3133399209091116671-5364961412918541099?l=shutterconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/5364961412918541099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2007/07/your-personal-space.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/5364961412918541099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/5364961412918541099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2007/07/your-personal-space.html' title='Your Personal Space'/><author><name>shutterhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14371860074880009806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBiq3QsZbqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QadILRMVerM/S220/Wiley+Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133399209091116671.post-9079929747581927264</id><published>2007-07-26T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:13:26.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you Both...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;They say that in this lifetime you’d meet people all the time. People whom can be your friend, your enemy, an acquaintance and people whom can be someone you’d share your life intimately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I am the type of person, though always seen in the scene, am not sure if I can call myself a sociable person. Even if I do love going out, I am as private as I can be…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;In the life that I have lived, I have made a lot of friends, I know I have made enemies as well but I know I am friendly for the most part, and there are these 2 guys that I know are worth keeping…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;It’s funny that our friendship is unconventional in a way that I call them Inay (Mom) and Itay (Dad), and they actually call me “nak”. And I am actually their first born. Not literally of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;These guys I know are someone I can trust and rely on in almost everything. They may don’t know much about my whereabouts or what’s going on in my head because I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;n’t open that much, but I know I can count on them. I don’t really open much, not just to them but to most of my friends, I guess that’s something about me that I have to deal with but then again that’s another story to tell. I know that they are very much willing to listen only if I would talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;This group that we fondly call family eventually grew, now, I have sisters and brothers, I have uncles and aunts, and all the more, the fun just keeps growing… we somehow manage to be there not just for laughter but for tears as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I know I would still meet a lot of people along the way, I know I would eventually make friends and enemies alike… we can’t really say what’s in store for us for the ne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;xt couple of years, if I would still be here or if these 2 guys are still here, but whatever fate gives me…I know, I’d always look back to this day and would always feel grateful that I have my Inay and my Itay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  align="justify" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To you both, more more love, stay strong and keep the fir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e burning! Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" face="georgia" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" face="georgia" align="justify"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SA9hWAsZbcI/AAAAAAAAABs/gv9d29HvikM/s1600-h/Inay%26Itay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SA9hWAsZbcI/AAAAAAAAABs/gv9d29HvikM/s320/Inay%26Itay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192475926152703426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133399209091116671-9079929747581927264?l=shutterconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/9079929747581927264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2007/07/thank-you-both.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/9079929747581927264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/9079929747581927264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2007/07/thank-you-both.html' title='Thank you Both...'/><author><name>shutterhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14371860074880009806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBiq3QsZbqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QadILRMVerM/S220/Wiley+Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SA9hWAsZbcI/AAAAAAAAABs/gv9d29HvikM/s72-c/Inay%26Itay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133399209091116671.post-7003074884951954995</id><published>2007-07-10T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:13:26.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Books</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SA9bfQsZbTI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Gf_myHD68X4/s1600-h/Reading+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SA9bfQsZbTI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Gf_myHD68X4/s200/Reading+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192469487996726578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I can’t remember anymore the first time I fell in love with reading. I can’t remember what novel it was or was it a fairy tale. I just know that right now, I love reading more than anything… I read a lot, almost all kinds, but give me novels, fiction, and self help type of books anytime…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Last night when I was watching one of my favorite series Ally Mcbeal, yes, I love Ally Mcbeal and I have the whole set. I don’t know, but out of nowhere, it just dawned on me why did I fell in love with books… more often than not, it can captivate my emotions, to the extent that it can make me cry…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;For me reading can be very relaxing… unlike to others that it can stress their eyes. When I’m reading, I retreat to my own world. In reading, I am compelled to visualize what is being described in the book. I need to create a picture of it in my mind. I need to use my imagination to see a clearer picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;It is in reading that I feel in control of everything… like the author can maneuver things the way he wanted it to be… not so much like in the real world, where you can never direct the outcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I can say that books are my comfort zone, in there I find peace, in there I find comfort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When the real world is all fucked up; I retreat to my books, to open my mind, to open my imagination, to make me believe that everything can be okay, that it can be better… don’t get me wrong, I still live in the real world, but somehow it helps me to feel good that somehow everything can be perfect even if it’s only in the books…&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/3133399209091116671-7003074884951954995?l=shutterconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/7003074884951954995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2007/07/books.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/7003074884951954995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/7003074884951954995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2007/07/books.html' title='Books'/><author><name>shutterhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14371860074880009806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBiq3QsZbqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QadILRMVerM/S220/Wiley+Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SA9bfQsZbTI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Gf_myHD68X4/s72-c/Reading+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133399209091116671.post-176813284799424375</id><published>2007-07-04T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:13:26.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OK, so now I have a bag..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SA9cqgsZbUI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ovG1ZiWV9hk/s1600-h/BAG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SA9cqgsZbUI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ovG1ZiWV9hk/s200/BAG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192470780781882690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I used to hate carrying bags around, even if I’m going to work, or even back in college. But recent events change that when I finally saw the importance of having a bag from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;Now that I carry a bag to work and sometimes eve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;n when going somewhere, lets try to dissect what’s inside my bag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Organizer&lt;/strong&gt;- my hard earned Starbucks organizer, I tend to forget some stuffs and occasions and gatherings or date with friends… so I try to keep track with my organizer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perfume&lt;/strong&gt;- oh well I am developing my love with scents, my new flavor of the month, Herrera Aqua by Carolina Herrera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ID&lt;/strong&gt;- ok, of course I need some identification.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Digital Camera&lt;/strong&gt;- I am a camwhore, need I say more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pens&lt;/strong&gt;- of course I have to have pens handy…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Post-its&lt;/strong&gt;- for when leaving short notes and short sweet nothings… hehehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Toothbrush&lt;/strong&gt;- always keep a fresh breath, you’ll never know when you’ll be lip-locking! Kidding! I interview applicants, and so I have to keep my breath fresh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: georgia;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;And of course my &lt;strong&gt;Pouch Bag&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: georgia;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what’s inside my pouch bag? Are you kidding me?!? Of course you have face powder, mascara, lip gloss, eye shadow, etc. etc.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;HAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: georgia;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: georgia;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;No way!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: georgia;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: georgia;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Here’s what’s inside my pouch bag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: georgia;" align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SA9dJwsZbVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/mbEF9E_to8E/s1600-h/inside+pouch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SA9dJwsZbVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/mbEF9E_to8E/s200/inside+pouch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192471317652794706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Sony Cyber shot charger, Digital Camera Data Cable, My phone charger, My SE data cable, and my SE earphones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: georgia;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&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/3133399209091116671-176813284799424375?l=shutterconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/176813284799424375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2007/07/ok-so-now-i-have-bag.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/176813284799424375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/176813284799424375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2007/07/ok-so-now-i-have-bag.html' title='OK, so now I have a bag..'/><author><name>shutterhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14371860074880009806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBiq3QsZbqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QadILRMVerM/S220/Wiley+Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SA9cqgsZbUI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ovG1ZiWV9hk/s72-c/BAG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133399209091116671.post-4700248446332833936</id><published>2007-06-24T11:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:13:26.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SA9eEgsZbWI/AAAAAAAAAA8/d6cj-TcfWnE/s1600-h/I+am+Lost.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SA9eEgsZbWI/AAAAAAAAAA8/d6cj-TcfWnE/s320/I+am+Lost.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192472326970109282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Life played a trick on me, and it swept me off my feet… I am ready to stand up and pick up everything but I can’t seem to figure out my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: georgia;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: georgia;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I am lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: georgia;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: georgia;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I know I can easily look back and retrace my steps but am I scared that there’s none left there for me. My instincts tell me that they’re just there but I can’t seem to see any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: georgia;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: georgia;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Life if full of interruptions and complications.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: georgia;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;In my adversity, I find solace and comfort in the fact that if you are on your lowest, &lt;em style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;there’s no other way but UP.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/3133399209091116671-4700248446332833936?l=shutterconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/4700248446332833936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-am-lost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/4700248446332833936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/4700248446332833936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-am-lost.html' title='I am Lost'/><author><name>shutterhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14371860074880009806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBiq3QsZbqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QadILRMVerM/S220/Wiley+Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SA9eEgsZbWI/AAAAAAAAAA8/d6cj-TcfWnE/s72-c/I+am+Lost.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133399209091116671.post-124139765389156588</id><published>2007-06-18T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:13:26.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deja Vu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SA9eSwsZbXI/AAAAAAAAABE/MVADQGVRQyg/s1600-h/Deja+Vu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SA9eSwsZbXI/AAAAAAAAABE/MVADQGVRQyg/s320/Deja+Vu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192472571783245170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;I was awakened by small kisses on my left shoulder blade and little murmurs, that’s when I noticed that there’s an arm wrapped around my waist. I shifted sides and there he was, half awake and half asleep, smiling occasionally. I stared at the beautiful face in front of me. It couldn’t get any better than this. He kissed me and uttered “good morning sweet prince”. He’d always call me that, even back when we were starting 6 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;I wanted to stay there forever and probably freeze the time. It’s going to be a wonderful day for me. We cuddle some more for a couple of minutes before I finally get ready for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;We both got up from bed; I headed for the shower, while he went straight outside our room to the kitchen. I did my usual morning rituals, shower, shave, brush my teeth, I was almost done with my tie when the door swung open to tell me that breakfast is ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;We happily ate breakfast together, scrambled and sunny side up eggs, hotdogs, fried rice and toasted bread, I made coffee of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;I kissed him goodbye, and I said I’ll be home around 7pm. Right before I shut the front door, he said he’ll be coming home a bit later because of an early evening meeting with a supplier, and asked me to cook dinner. I said sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;I arrived at the office, doing the same thing, reports and analysis. Right before lunch time I received a text message saying “please drop by the grocery and get us toiletries, there’s no more in the cabinets, buy chips as well! Love you sweetheart!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;I finished everything in the office, and by 6pm I was heading the grocery. I got all the things we need and head home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;I just finished shower, when he arrived home. We ate dinner, chat about what happened to our days and usual TV before sleeping…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;The following morning, it was me again, and only me… it was a dream! A dream of how I pictured my self and my partner will be… just happy being ourselves, being together. Why is it so hard for us to find this true happiness of having someone? Someone you can call the better half of you, someone whom you can count on with everything and anything there is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;Someday I will see this dream happening in front of my eyes, and I will just tell my self, déjà vu.&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/3133399209091116671-124139765389156588?l=shutterconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/124139765389156588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2007/06/deja-vu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/124139765389156588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/124139765389156588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2007/06/deja-vu.html' title='Deja Vu'/><author><name>shutterhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14371860074880009806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBiq3QsZbqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QadILRMVerM/S220/Wiley+Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SA9eSwsZbXI/AAAAAAAAABE/MVADQGVRQyg/s72-c/Deja+Vu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133399209091116671.post-898101552963318706</id><published>2007-06-13T08:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:13:26.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye my Lover, Goodbye my Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SA9fAAsZbZI/AAAAAAAAABU/7500-P2vvoA/s1600-h/guy+beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192473349172325778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SA9fAAsZbZI/AAAAAAAAABU/7500-P2vvoA/s320/guy+beach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;In reality, no one can really say they’re a simple person. In one way or another there would always be one complex thing in each and every one of us. And besides who ever said being gay is simple?!? Hehe, it’s not simple, never going to be… because being gay is being &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FABULOUS&lt;/b&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt; Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:georgia;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:georgia;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I guess the one thing I can say good about me is that I never regret anything that happened in my life. &lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;No matter how difficult, or ugly, or frustrating, or heartbreaking the situation gets, I never regret anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:georgia;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:georgia;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Life has given me a lot of experiences already, that’s maybe the reason why I think maturely… but no matter what life teaches me, I remain true to my age if in regard with feelings, fragile and young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:georgia;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:georgia;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Recent events in my life have been overwhelming, not that I’m complaining, I guess it’s a case of &lt;b&gt;“TOO MUCH, TOO SOON”&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:georgia;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:georgia;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have gained friends who treat one another as family, and I know that nothing can change that anymore, they will always be there for me, just the same for me to them… but like what everyone knows, you sometimes cannot have everything, there has to be balance somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:georgia;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:georgia;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“Goodbye my lover, goodbye my friend.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Is it true that lovers cannot be friends? I honestly don’t know… same as I don’t know if they really can. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“You had been the one; you had been the one for &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;me.&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; It’s the dreams you took away, because it may be over, but I know it doesn’t stop there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:georgia;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:georgia;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am hurting, and I know I will still hurt tomorrow, and the day after that, for how long it will take, I cannot really say… but I know, deep down me, I can honestly say that I do not regret anything, things happen for a reason, if I will learn anything from it, only time can tell. But for whatever it is worth, am very thankful for the experience, and the journey has been worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:georgia;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:georgia;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“Goodbye my lover, goodbye my friend. You had been the one; you had been the one for me”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:georgia;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:georgia;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Someone told me that &lt;em&gt;“life has to be experienced and not idealized.”&lt;/em&gt; I will keep that in mind.&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/3133399209091116671-898101552963318706?l=shutterconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/898101552963318706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2007/06/goodbye-my-lover-goodbye-my-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/898101552963318706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/898101552963318706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2007/06/goodbye-my-lover-goodbye-my-friend.html' title='Goodbye my Lover, Goodbye my Friend'/><author><name>shutterhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14371860074880009806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBiq3QsZbqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QadILRMVerM/S220/Wiley+Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SA9fAAsZbZI/AAAAAAAAABU/7500-P2vvoA/s72-c/guy+beach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133399209091116671.post-4914691482227318586</id><published>2007-05-30T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:13:26.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conforming to the norms</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was scanning old blogs from my old files and I found this one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in this society that we have, we, in most cases than not, always conforms with the norms... sometimes the right that is being dictated by the society no longer is parallel to what is in webster's... we try as hard as we can to conform with these norms so we can be named righteous, to the point of being hypocritical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;most of us gays, again im not saying all, but most us thinks we are individualist, that we are different from the rest, the sad truth is, we all conforms to what is being didctated as the right thing to do... and that makes us all the same... we may have different expressions, or the way we speak, but looking at the big picture we all follow the same set of rules...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;another example of conforming with the norms, the term BISEXUALS and GAYS. who really is bisexual and who really is gay?? most of us preffers to be named as bisexual, why? because its more nice to be called as such, because bisexuals are diferrent from being gay? because bisexuals are more accepted than gays?i dont really think so! I myself once wanted to be called bisexual rather than being called as gay... but at one point it made me think, what's really the difference...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;some guys wanted to be called bisexuals, but if you would take a closer look, they are so desperately looking for hook ups in Bi-manila or guys4men... which i doubt if they would ever find someone from the opposite sex! guys who would always choose to log-in a gay infested chatroom rather than logging in a straight crowd. if they are so horny and if they really are who they say they are, then a girl or a guy wouldn't make any difference, because at the end of the day, it all comes down to one point, having to share the same bed... come friday or saturday night, you will see them strutting thier stuffs in the likes of Bed or Government, again another club for gay people...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have encountered someone from the chatroom, he said he's bisexual and has a girlfriend but is desperately looking for a hook-up in Bi-Manila?!? if you really are what you are and if you really have a girlfriend... why would you still look for a guy whom can satisfy your lust... if your girl doesnt satisfy you in bed anymore and you are in dire need of someone from the same sex, then maybe its time to rethink your prefference and start accepting the fact that you are "GAY"!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i dont think we can ever escape from conforming with the norms that this society has dictated us, well atleast not in the near future, but somehow knowing what you want, doing what you want, and not what others want for you makes the difference...&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/3133399209091116671-4914691482227318586?l=shutterconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/4914691482227318586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2007/05/conforming-to-norms.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/4914691482227318586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/4914691482227318586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2007/05/conforming-to-norms.html' title='Conforming to the norms'/><author><name>shutterhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14371860074880009806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBiq3QsZbqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QadILRMVerM/S220/Wiley+Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133399209091116671.post-4055489209601360494</id><published>2007-05-23T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:13:26.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything's going to be fine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia, times new roman, times, serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia, times new roman, times, serif;"&gt;It's good to know what other people can say about you... be it good or not, you just have to take it constructively... somehow for me knowing what other people can say about me keeps me grounded... it keeps me on my feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia, times new roman, times, serif;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia, times new roman, times, serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;It's also helps me to feel good when I feel down, it becomes a morale booster for me... It's a reminder that I am human and am capable of a lot of things... and that I have been good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia, times new roman, times, serif;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia, times new roman, times, serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;every time I came across this, it gives me a warm feeling, it's like saying everythings gonna be fine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia, times new roman, times, serif;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia, times new roman, times, serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia, times new roman, times, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I haven't been grateful to life lately, it isn't because of what i have or what i could have, it is because of the people who sorrounds my path. It has been a not so well journey for me... Being who i am now is not even a done deal yet. Life has been so full of instances, experiences and chances... chances that lead me to meet one person whom have shown how my path can be sorrounded with flowers and good things. He is my shoulder when i need a tap, he is my back when i need to turn around and see my past, he is my teardrop when i want to cry, he is my hand when i need a hold, he is my arms when i need a hug and he is my life when i need to live again. He faces me when the world turns its back away from me, he turns me into an angel when the devil in me sprungs... It is with just one look that make him say that... everything is gonna be fine, just fine. It has been heaven and earth being with this person... and i know it'll be forever. Thank you... I have met you."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia, times new roman, times, serif;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia, times new roman, times, serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia, times new roman, times, serif;"&gt;to you who made this... thank you as well, I have learned a lot from you... and I promise to continue learning... we don't talk or see each other anymore but i know you're very happy and contented... am grateful for everything!&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/3133399209091116671-4055489209601360494?l=shutterconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/4055489209601360494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2007/05/everything-going-to-be-fine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/4055489209601360494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/4055489209601360494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2007/05/everything-going-to-be-fine.html' title='Everything&amp;#39;s going to be fine'/><author><name>shutterhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14371860074880009806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBiq3QsZbqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QadILRMVerM/S220/Wiley+Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133399209091116671.post-7019075771789798068</id><published>2007-05-15T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:13:26.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss You Already</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="bodytext"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;I never thought I’d miss you this much so soon… it’s easier said than done, that it’s just 4 Pink Saturdays in Government, or 4 Yummy Fridays… it’s just 1 month, just 1 month… 4 hours had past and I’m missing you terribly…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;Maybe it’s the thought that when I got home, you’ll not be there anymore… maybe it’s because you’ll not be there to give me a hug… or maybe because I will not hear the question “pang ilang yosi mo na yan?” hehehe! or “how was your day? Tired?” maybe because I will not hear these questions for the next 30 days…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;I wanted to tell you a lot of things earlier but I couldn’t find the words… maybe I was thinking that my hug would communicate all that I wanted to say… I was hoping that my touch somehow showed you how much you will be missed…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I miss you so much, and I will be missing you just as much for the next 29 days…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133399209091116671-7019075771789798068?l=shutterconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/7019075771789798068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-miss-you-already.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/7019075771789798068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/7019075771789798068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-miss-you-already.html' title='I Miss You Already'/><author><name>shutterhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14371860074880009806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBiq3QsZbqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QadILRMVerM/S220/Wiley+Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133399209091116671.post-6114606399024256476</id><published>2007-05-07T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:13:26.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Thoughts I'm Keeping</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;I always say “love comes to those who believe it”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;They say that change is good for you, that it keeps you on your toes. Well, if that's true, I should be a fucking ballerina by now. I know I have written before that am not really fond of change, but recent developments in my simple and sturdy life made me accept a lot of changes… changes in the way I think, the way I act, and changes even in my beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;I’ve had my share of relationships, and I could possibly say “been there, done that”. In my previous relationships, if I see something wrong, I complain, now I try to weigh things and try to understand. Before, one mistake leads to a fight, now I try to calm down and relax. I have learned that you don’t need to fight before a petty thing can be resolved. I used to think that am older than my age, but now, I believe that I am, that I’m mature… and I’m proud of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;For the past weeks, things turned out unexpectedly, not that I’m complaining , in fact am quite happy with what happen, but like what I’vie written in my previous blog, you only have control to anything that is you, beyond that, you can’t do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;“There are millions of people in this world. But in the end, it all comes down to one”. It’s not a matter of finding that one particular person but making a particular person the one for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;3 weeks ago, I was telling my friend, I don’t want to have a relationship just yet, no dating even, probably for the next 6 months or even a year. But something happened…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;“You can be anywhere where when your life begins. You meet one person and anything is possible.”&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/3133399209091116671-6114606399024256476?l=shutterconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/6114606399024256476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2007/05/thoughts-i-keeping.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/6114606399024256476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/6114606399024256476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2007/05/thoughts-i-keeping.html' title='The Thoughts I&amp;#39;m Keeping'/><author><name>shutterhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14371860074880009806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBiq3QsZbqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QadILRMVerM/S220/Wiley+Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133399209091116671.post-3564067643196874362</id><published>2007-05-03T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:13:26.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You Jhon...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SA9gWQsZbbI/AAAAAAAAABk/eEJ7uxdG3B8/s1600-h/Me%26Jhon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SA9gWQsZbbI/AAAAAAAAABk/eEJ7uxdG3B8/s200/Me%26Jhon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192474830936042930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Now that Government is more of a second home to me, I want to give my gratitude to the very first person who made me feel at home and welcome… close friends know that I was not as sociable before. I already frequent the club before but I never had as much fun as am having now. Music and booze was my reason for going there, but now, it’s the people you more so call family…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&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: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This guy, who first danced and talked to me in Salvation Gold in PTTC last October 2006 and eventually every time that I am in Government from then on…, I can still remember the very first question he threw at me “bakit ka may gum at bakit ka my hawak na tubig?” and then he flashed that grin… then the rest was history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&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: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jhon, thanks for the gift friendship and thanks for making me feel welcome… you may not know it, but you made a big difference… &lt;span style=""&gt; &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/3133399209091116671-3564067643196874362?l=shutterconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/3564067643196874362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2007/05/thank-you-jhon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/3564067643196874362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/3564067643196874362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2007/05/thank-you-jhon.html' title='Thank You Jhon...'/><author><name>shutterhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14371860074880009806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBiq3QsZbqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QadILRMVerM/S220/Wiley+Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SA9gWQsZbbI/AAAAAAAAABk/eEJ7uxdG3B8/s72-c/Me%26Jhon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133399209091116671.post-2911340865267563380</id><published>2007-04-30T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:13:26.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks for Everything, Everyone!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBHQdgsZbiI/AAAAAAAAADQ/MP8yyuUgUVY/s1600-h/bday+Cake.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193161050745826850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBHQdgsZbiI/AAAAAAAAADQ/MP8yyuUgUVY/s200/bday+Cake.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;isn't it wonderful that you are going to clebrate your birthday without any fancy celebration but somehow you feel very overwhelmed...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i have always been grateful for the things that come my way, there may be times that i missed this, but hey am just human, and i have my shortcomings...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i have celebrated birthdays before like as if it was just an ordinary day but this year, even if its gonna be as simple or as ordinary as it may be, i still feel grateful...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am very grateful for the past year, for the people i met, for the happy and not so happy times and most especially for the experiences and leassons i've learned. I am overwhelmed for the things that MIGHT come my way, and for the things that I have yet to experience... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For the past 23 years I have somehow maintained a positive outlook on things and i would want to keep it that way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cheers! For the years to come and for memories to keep!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133399209091116671-2911340865267563380?l=shutterconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/2911340865267563380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2007/04/thanks-for-everything-everyone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/2911340865267563380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/2911340865267563380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2007/04/thanks-for-everything-everyone.html' title='Thanks for Everything, Everyone!!!'/><author><name>shutterhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14371860074880009806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBiq3QsZbqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QadILRMVerM/S220/Wiley+Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBHQdgsZbiI/AAAAAAAAADQ/MP8yyuUgUVY/s72-c/bday+Cake.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133399209091116671.post-2576524254556977532</id><published>2007-04-27T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:13:26.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A short pause follwed by a sigh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="bodytext"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia, times new roman, times, serif;"&gt;I have come to realize that no matter how you plan things or even envents in your life, it will never happen exactly the way you wanted it to happen. In more ways than one, reality will always be different from a dream...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia, times new roman, times, serif;"&gt;In reality you do not have control in things that is beyond you... as a result, you get frustrated...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia, times new roman, times, serif;"&gt;lesson learned: do things not because you want the expected result but because you want to do it now... it may affect the future but no one can really say that it will... take responsibility of your actions but your actions alone, things happen because they just do... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133399209091116671-2576524254556977532?l=shutterconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/2576524254556977532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2007/04/short-pause-follwed-by-sigh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/2576524254556977532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133399209091116671/posts/default/2576524254556977532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutterconfessions.blogspot.com/2007/04/short-pause-follwed-by-sigh.html' title='A short pause follwed by a sigh'/><author><name>shutterhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14371860074880009806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-yBLZ9sa2k0/SBiq3QsZbqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QadILRMVerM/S220/Wiley+Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
