<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070596</id><updated>2011-12-15T10:56:29.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sencillez</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anne Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17326354688381095027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b274/krisvb/20060211-8489.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>81</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070596.post-1857184000994093449</id><published>2009-01-13T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T00:39:30.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lucky</title><content type='html'>  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-style: italic;"&gt;lovin' this heartful song by two great artists...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;by Jason Mraz &amp; Colbie Caillat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Do you hear me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; I'm talking to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Across the water across the deep blue ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Under the open sky oh my, baby I'm trying&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; Boy I hear you in my dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; I feel your whisper across the sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; I keep you with me in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; You make it easier when life gets hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; Lucky to have been where I have been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; Lucky to be coming home again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; They don't know how long it takes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; Waiting for a love like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; Every time we say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; I wish we had one more kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; I'll wait for you I promise you, I will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; Lucky to have been where I have been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; Lucky to be coming home again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; I'm lucky we're in love in every way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; Lucky to be coming home someday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; And so I'm sailing through the sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; To an island where we'll meet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; You'll hear the music, feel the air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; I'll put a flower in your hair&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; Though the breezes through trees &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; Move so pretty you're all I see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; As the world keeps spinning round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; You hold me right here right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; Lucky to have been where I have been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; Lucky to be coming home again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; I'm lucky we're in love in every way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; Lucky to be coming home someday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;    &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070596-1857184000994093449?l=sencillez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/feeds/1857184000994093449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070596&amp;postID=1857184000994093449&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/1857184000994093449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/1857184000994093449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/2009/01/lucky.html' title='lucky'/><author><name>Anne Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17326354688381095027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b274/krisvb/20060211-8489.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070596.post-4161189218752033550</id><published>2009-01-01T07:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T11:54:47.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the 8th day of Christmas...</title><content type='html'>Happy Christmas and a Prosperous New Year  &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/teeth.png" /&gt;  Happy Three Kings na rin haha.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I first arrived in SG, most of the Filipinos say that there's no Christmas spirit in the Land of the Merlion.  That is why lots of Filipinos go home for Christmas (including me :P) even if the airfare is almost double the price.  Of course for me our home country will always be the best place to spend the holidays.  But I think it is not entirely true when they say that you won't feel the joy of the season overseas.  As I ponder about it, the Christmas spirit is there, only that it is &lt;a href="http://anne1kristine.multiply.com/photos/album/147/Christmas_SG"&gt;different&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="aligncenter" src="http://images.anne1kristine.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SV2LlgoKCCEAAEgKaTE1/IMAGE-018.jpg?et=ZRUPXYeyEKXt8KG4qsaK5Q&amp;amp;nmid=0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;*Disney Christmas @ Changi airport, SG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If in the Philippines Christmas is about family gatherings, Christmas carols and puto bumbong; in SG it is about friendship, multi cultural celebrations and Pinoy unity.   When we talk about the holidays, shopping is not the only common denominator between these two countries.  There is also Simbang Gabi in SG.  However, it is more like Visita Iglesia since attendees should hear the mass from ten different churches.  What makes this Simbang Gabi &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;extra special&lt;/span&gt; is Father Angel's arroz caldo.  Haha... yes, food comes for free.  Thanks to the generosity of blessed Filipinos, they were able to feed thousands of churchgoers for ten nights with free arroz caldo, pancit, chicken with rice, champorado, sandwiches etc.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite the global crisis, the spirit of Christmas has always been there.  Love, hope and sharing should always be there wherever we are.  After all, it is Christ's birthday that we are celebrating.  Let us not forget to pray for those people who were impacted by the recession; and also for those overseas workers who have been working so hard for their families or loved ones but weren't able to spend the holidays with them.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/present.png" /&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'comic sans ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;HAPPY HOLIDAYS EVERYON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/cocktail.png" /&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&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070596-4161189218752033550?l=sencillez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/feeds/4161189218752033550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070596&amp;postID=4161189218752033550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/4161189218752033550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/4161189218752033550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/2009/01/on-7th-day-of-christmas.html' title='On the 8th day of Christmas...'/><author><name>Anne Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17326354688381095027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b274/krisvb/20060211-8489.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070596.post-277955732809249435</id><published>2008-08-07T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T01:09:21.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Serenity Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="10"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;     &lt;tr&gt;        &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br&gt;        &lt;/td&gt;       &lt;td&gt;          &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;God grant me the            serenity &lt;br&gt;           to accept the things I cannot change; &lt;br&gt;           courage to change the things I can;&lt;br&gt;           and wisdom to know the difference. &lt;/font&gt;          &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;Living one day            at a time; &lt;br&gt;           Enjoying one moment at a time; &lt;br&gt;           Accepting hardships as the pathway to peace; &lt;br&gt;           Taking, as He did, this sinful world&lt;br&gt;           as it is, not as I would have it; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;           Trusting that He will make all things right&lt;br&gt;           if I surrender to His Will;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;           That I may be reasonably happy in this life &lt;br&gt;           and supremely happy with Him&lt;br&gt;           Forever in the next.&lt;br&gt;           Amen.&lt;/font&gt;          &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;            &lt;blockquote&gt;              &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="-1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;--Reinhold                Niebuhr&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt;           &lt;/blockquote&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070596-277955732809249435?l=sencillez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/feeds/277955732809249435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070596&amp;postID=277955732809249435&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/277955732809249435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/277955732809249435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/2008/08/serenity-prayer.html' title='The Serenity Prayer'/><author><name>Anne Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17326354688381095027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b274/krisvb/20060211-8489.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070596.post-2322051276149225036</id><published>2008-07-14T21:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T01:25:30.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>12</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-gXc7o8tPVw/SHuLVeYNdDI/AAAAAAAAACQ/hG-_g4F4GzQ/s1600-h/DSC006751-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-gXc7o8tPVw/SHuLVeYNdDI/AAAAAAAAACQ/hG-_g4F4GzQ/s320/DSC006751-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222921393914344498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've been having this countdown as status in my instant messenger accounts and a lot of my contacts have been asking me about it.  I either answer them with '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;secret&lt;/span&gt;' - to avoid lots of explaining haha or '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm going to Singapore&lt;/span&gt;.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm leaving for Singapore on the 27th.  I have already tendered my resignation to my current employer to become an OFW (naks).  Two years ago, I was firm in telling a lot of people that I do not like the idea of working in another country; that I will never leave the Philippines for work.   I'm the type of person who easily longs for things or people that I'm far from (that includes not only my family and friends, but also my cabinet, bed and clothes).  I don't think I'm ready for US or Europe job opportunities but this one is just right for me.  Singapore is just a 3-hour plane ride away from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;home&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the chance to visit Singapore last year.  I have been to other Asian countries and I must say that I was most impressed with the Land of the Merlion.  A lot of my friends have left the country to try their luck there.  My bestfriend, Jen, used to live there and I guess she was one of the reasons why I have convinced myself that I want to work there.  The contract that I signed is not over the top but it's enough to make me decide to go.  I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;excited, scared, happy, sad&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anxious &lt;/span&gt;all at the same time (o di ba kaloka haha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll surely miss a lot of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;people &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;things &lt;/span&gt;here in the Philippines (except for gas and bigas prices).  Please do a couple of things for me: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pray for me&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stay online&lt;/span&gt; :D (bawal manakot dahil takot na haha)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070596-2322051276149225036?l=sencillez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/feeds/2322051276149225036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070596&amp;postID=2322051276149225036&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/2322051276149225036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/2322051276149225036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/2008/07/12.html' title='12'/><author><name>Anne Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17326354688381095027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b274/krisvb/20060211-8489.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-gXc7o8tPVw/SHuLVeYNdDI/AAAAAAAAACQ/hG-_g4F4GzQ/s72-c/DSC006751-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070596.post-6622376011658702201</id><published>2008-05-07T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T15:30:59.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>solitude</title><content type='html'>Out of strength you slump and weep at the center of the earth,&lt;br&gt;you hope that someone notices you,&lt;br&gt;you wish that someone hears you out,&lt;br&gt;you wait for someone who can share the pain.&lt;br&gt;But... no matter how hard you grieve no one cares to listen...&lt;br&gt;the world won't stop revolving.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You look around and notice rushing passers by.&lt;br&gt;Each of them brings forth a gush of air.&lt;br&gt;Some are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;soothing&lt;/span&gt;, while others are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;scorching&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br&gt;It is such a busy world.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You reflect on the years that have passed.&lt;br&gt;Despite the hardships, you survived... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you will survive&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Now it's time to get up, join the busy passers by.&lt;br&gt;Be the one that causes the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ripple &lt;/span&gt;on the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;river&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br&gt;and enjoy everything while it lasts.  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070596-6622376011658702201?l=sencillez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/feeds/6622376011658702201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070596&amp;postID=6622376011658702201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/6622376011658702201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/6622376011658702201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/2008/05/solitude.html' title='solitude'/><author><name>Anne Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17326354688381095027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b274/krisvb/20060211-8489.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070596.post-240662889847305606</id><published>2008-01-04T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T18:38:05.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the 11th day of Christmas</title><content type='html'>It's the 11th day of Christmas... I've been wanting to post my Christmas and New Year wishes a few weeks ago (i.e. last year haha) but I've been quite busy with tons of holiday activities.  Then I remembered, I posted my resolutions for 2007 &lt;a href="http://sencillez.blogspot.com/2007/01/resolutions.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, let's see if I've been naughty or nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;continue my violin lessons&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;college of music doesn't offer a sched that fits my availability :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;be an active member of HOM&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm thinking that my SFC activities can cover up for this :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop being so 'pinky' (hindi ako mahilig sa pink lol)&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;i can't...i really can't haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;work harder&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; i hope my teammates will agree haha; i was able to take the necessary certifications and i was able to shift to the role that i really like ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;be a gym buff&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'll be more faithful to gold's... summer na eh :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;heal (and eventually have fun :P)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lovin' it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;learn how to drive&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wala naman sinabing 'without traffic violation' d ba? haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;buy my own car (second hand lang)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i heart crystal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;start my own business (hmmm haha)&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; i thought that this is gonna be a tough one, and i was right haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;be happier :D&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no doubt about it, i looove 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-gXc7o8tPVw/R34HFvmJHWI/AAAAAAAAACI/NzagriC9uvA/s320/DSC02685.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151562819015613794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this came a little late, but I still want to wish everyone a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Christmas&lt;/span&gt;, a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prosperous New Year&lt;/span&gt;, and a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joyful Three Kings&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to extend my greetings to the innocent &lt;a href="http://sencillez.blogspot.com/2007/04/bata-foundation.html"&gt;kids&lt;/a&gt; who are victims of misfortune, to the &lt;a href="http://sencillez.blogspot.com/2007/07/prisoners.html"&gt;prisoners&lt;/a&gt; who can't spend the holidays with their families and to our friends and loved ones who have gone abroad (they say that Paskong Pinoy is truly one of a kind).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone who made my 2007 very meaningful, memorable and enriching... to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;who made it special... and to the Almighty for the countless blessings that He never fails to provide.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070596-240662889847305606?l=sencillez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/feeds/240662889847305606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070596&amp;postID=240662889847305606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/240662889847305606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/240662889847305606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/2008/01/on-11th-day-of-christmas.html' title='On the 11th day of Christmas'/><author><name>Anne Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17326354688381095027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b274/krisvb/20060211-8489.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-gXc7o8tPVw/R34HFvmJHWI/AAAAAAAAACI/NzagriC9uvA/s72-c/DSC02685.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070596.post-3148616773628783590</id><published>2007-12-12T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T18:19:31.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://anne1kristine.multiply.com/photos/album/33"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" title="anawangin" src="http://images.anne1kristine.multiply.com/image/29/photos/33/300x300/39/DSC00032.JPG?et=weGJWZW+YdDtOVRnIvKhjQ&amp;amp;nmid=18608061" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="insertedphoto"&gt; ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="insertedphoto"&gt;will do anything just to be there right now ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wilted_rose.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070596-3148616773628783590?l=sencillez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/feeds/3148616773628783590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070596&amp;postID=3148616773628783590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/3148616773628783590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/3148616773628783590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/2007/12/sigh.html' title='sigh...'/><author><name>Anne Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17326354688381095027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b274/krisvb/20060211-8489.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070596.post-6657687497860498948</id><published>2007-11-29T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T20:21:15.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Curfew</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R06lhAoKCpsAAH1tZEQ1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A curfew will be implemented from 12 am until 5 am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://anne1kristine.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R06lhAoKCpsAAH1tZEQ1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im lucky enough to be working from home today.  Not only because i'm spared from the possible heavy traffic tonight, but also because I'm able to watch the blow by blow account of what's happening in Makati while doing my work (news started at 11am and is still being shown up to now, 730pm).  What happened was terrifying, confusing, and funny all at the same time haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/in_pictures/7118512.stm"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.anne1kristine.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R06lhAoKCpsAAH1tZEQ1/_44268861_tankdoor_grab416.jpg?et=Pom1ZX3jeX8GP9EtwY1yqw" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                                &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;               *photo from news.bbc.co.uk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;o di ba sosyal armored tank sa hotel lobby! onli in da Philippines&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;'Gloria o pagbabago?' - Trillanes; dati sa Oakwood ngayon Manila Pen... high end ang taste in fairness.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;people in Manila Peninsula were evacuated to Shangri La Makati... hmm prang fun :P&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nemenzo and Father Reyes were there... a friend of mine asked me 'bakit ikaw di pa makirally para kang di UP'... di naman ako exempted sa trabaho pag nakirally, dati exempted sa classes eh wehehehe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;when asked about what they were talking about behind closed doors, Nemenzo replied, 'wala pinapanood nila ung mga ngyayari sa TV.' hahaha naimagine ko, if they were watching everything on tv, eh di alam na nila ung tactics ng army, kulit ng media, but I admire their courage&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;members of the media were arrested, materials were confiscated... uhmmm 'freedom' of the press?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;they decided to give what the government wants because they realized that military operations will push through no matter what - imagine the members of the media being suffocated with tear gas :( &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ang award winning line ni Trillanes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trillanes: "Like soldiers, we are going to face this."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reporter: "Sir, how are you going to face this?"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trillanes: "Whatever."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;you can try to kill me now, but I'll still admit that I voted for him haha.  I thought that having him in the senate would be a thrill... he didn't disappoint me :P&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070596-6657687497860498948?l=sencillez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/feeds/6657687497860498948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070596&amp;postID=6657687497860498948&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/6657687497860498948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/6657687497860498948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/2007/11/curfew.html' title='Curfew'/><author><name>Anne Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17326354688381095027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b274/krisvb/20060211-8489.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070596.post-1039605784603795509</id><published>2007-09-25T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T11:21:22.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a time for everything...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-gXc7o8tPVw/Rvh71ZJB6II/AAAAAAAAACA/FohZKJgT9iQ/s320/DSC01088-2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113973534091241602" /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a time for everything, and a&lt;br /&gt;season for &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;every&lt;/span&gt; activity under &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;heaven&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a time to be born, and a time to die,&lt;br /&gt;a time to plant and a time to uproot,&lt;br /&gt;a time to kill and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;a time to heal&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;a time to tear down and a time to build,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;a time to weep&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;a time to laugh&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;a time to mourn&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;a time to dance&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;a time to scatter stones and a time to&lt;br /&gt;  gather them,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;a time to embrace&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;a time to refrain&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;a time to search and a time to give up,&lt;br /&gt;a time to keep and a time to throw away,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;a time to tear&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;a time to mend&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;a time to be silent&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;a time to speak&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;a time to love&lt;/span&gt; and a time to hate,&lt;br /&gt;a time for war and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;a time for peace&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ecclesiastes 3:1-8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070596-1039605784603795509?l=sencillez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/feeds/1039605784603795509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070596&amp;postID=1039605784603795509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/1039605784603795509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/1039605784603795509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/2007/09/time-for-everything.html' title='a time for everything...'/><author><name>Anne Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17326354688381095027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b274/krisvb/20060211-8489.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-gXc7o8tPVw/Rvh71ZJB6II/AAAAAAAAACA/FohZKJgT9iQ/s72-c/DSC01088-2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070596.post-2321759188774833790</id><published>2007-09-06T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T19:56:52.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>... jaded ...</title><content type='html'>from Jalda - originally "mare," then "old broken down mare," then "worthless person," now it means someone who has "been there, seen that, and done it all"&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://forum.wordreference.com/showthread.php?t=94936"&gt;wordreference&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it might mean that you are so accustomed to something that it no longer excites or interests you&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index;_ylt=AvrJOg7mqpFGm0ammRcGK8QjzKIX?qid=20061030153404AA1S5w8"&gt;yahoo answers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dulled or satiated by overindulgence; worn out or wearied, as by overwork or overuse;  dissipated&lt;br /&gt;French:  épuisé&lt;br /&gt;German:  erschöpft&lt;br /&gt;Spanish:  agotado, cansado&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/jaded"&gt;dictionary.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worn out, wearied, or lacking enthusiasm; exhausted; cynically insensitive; made callous by experience&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/jaded"&gt;wiktionary&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you'll get &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;jaded &lt;/span&gt;after a year of studying here in UP... seeing a flying dog won't surprise you.&lt;br /&gt;- according to my Social Science professor back in college&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jaded? past tense ba yan ni jade bwahahaha? (was she talking about the gemstone or the gay txtmate of our guy friend? ahaha whatever...)&lt;br /&gt;- according to my crazy bestfriend :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can one become unjaded?&lt;br /&gt;It's always fun to be child-like.  It's nice to go back to those days when crying your heart out and laughing wildly aren't much of a big deal.  It's great to be human... to feel.. to have emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well... is this the effect of hearing Christmas songs as early as August? or seeing santa hats scattered at the mall because, as they say, it's already a 'ber' month?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070596-2321759188774833790?l=sencillez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/feeds/2321759188774833790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070596&amp;postID=2321759188774833790&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/2321759188774833790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/2321759188774833790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/2007/09/jaded.html' title='... jaded ...'/><author><name>Anne Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17326354688381095027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b274/krisvb/20060211-8489.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070596.post-3343051380724631035</id><published>2007-08-22T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T14:11:08.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Maiden</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;repost from a friend's blog... a wonderful poem written by a good friend and mentor... thanks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://rascargil.multiply.com/"&gt;anche &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 141px; height: 188px;" class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.anne1kristine.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RsvSXwoKCpsAADgSQpo1/anne.jpg?et=%2BD8mRHNRehQcdLKmxrSVbg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;She has eyes as deeply moving as a mourning sea&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When they close, its as if clouds refuse to breathe&lt;br&gt;Just so they could wait again for them to open&lt;br&gt;Only her gently glowing eyes can move them again&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;A bouquet of roses, her eyes rested willfully on&lt;br&gt;Its color vivid and comely as the velvet night sky&lt;br&gt;What does she think of beauty, be it a rose?&lt;br&gt;If color be like fragrance, does it not have all?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Only these flowers knew the sound of her heart&lt;br&gt;As the maiden kept them close to her, almost embracing&lt;br&gt;Enough to feel the tempo of heartbeats stop and start&lt;br&gt;Echo a chorus in stanzas segmentedly harmonizing &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Was it sadness? No, it was too happy for that tune&lt;br&gt;Was it happiness? No, it was too silent for joyful voices&lt;br&gt;Yet all the words in the world fell short of a meaning&lt;br&gt;To describe this portrait of the maiden and the roses&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She has eyes as deeply moving as a mourning sea&lt;/span&gt; ...&lt;br&gt;Cool and calming like the aftermath of a rainy day&lt;br&gt;And the roses that reached to touch those raindrops&lt;br&gt;It, and it alone knew what those eyes tried to say ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070596-3343051380724631035?l=sencillez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/feeds/3343051380724631035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070596&amp;postID=3343051380724631035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/3343051380724631035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/3343051380724631035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/2007/08/maiden.html' title='The Maiden'/><author><name>Anne Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17326354688381095027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b274/krisvb/20060211-8489.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070596.post-313778638915739083</id><published>2007-07-12T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T14:20:49.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>prisoners</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-gXc7o8tPVw/RpYAMgQe_sI/AAAAAAAAABw/fzpiUWLKFJs/s320/Kriminal-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086253043979058882" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was fortunate enough to join the members of SFC's Prison Ministry in their service last week.  I wasn't really shocked when I entered the penitentiary (yeah too much prison break episodes might have prepared me).  Kidding aside, what surprised me was the fact that their community resembles a rural area rather than a traditional prison.  While heading to the activity area, I felt like I was just in some province walking from barrio to barrio.  Of course, unlike any other province, only male population exists in the said place.  They have a boxing arena, a huge green field and some space which seems to resemble a hardware/mechanic shop.  They have goods for sale along the side, like a typical 'talipapa.'  The inmates are free to roam around the said vicinity.  I must admit, I felt uncomfortable when I lost sight of my companions.  Well, it was definitely not because I was surrounded with convicted people; I usually feel that way whenever I am in an unfamiliar crowd.  The inmates were very dear.  They made sure that their visitors were comfortable.  They arranged the chairs and even fanned some of us.  It was a privilege to talk to them.  Most of the people there were very articulate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were genuine smiles on their faces.  The type that you won't even see from a free man who's stressed out from work.  I wish I can say that those smiles signify that they are hopeful.  Honestly, I don't think they are.  The prison walls emit a strong feeling of hopelessness.  It's really saddening to see how a wrong decision can impact one's entire life.  Each of them has his own story to tell.  Whether their acts are justifiable or not, some of these convicts did what they have to do for their family, for survival.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say that others would rather stay inside the prison because nobody cares for them outside.  Their families and friends already turned their backs on them. Furthermore, some think that if they stay inside, they won't have to worry about how to survive each day since food comes free.   Added to this is the way some people treat ex-convicts.  The stigma will always be there.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some who already have their release papers processed but are still confused about how they are going to face life outside.  Will they choose to be better individuals? Or will they continue doing the same old 'deeds'?  As I think about it, not too many employers are willing to employ ex-convicts.  I wish I'm wrong.  Others are also afraid that families of their victims might take revenge on them.  Or some network of 'wrongdoers' might hunt them down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that despite all of these negativities, their faith in God is still intact.  I really think that is admirable.  I know that even free men find that hard to do.  I believe that lack of faith, in one way or the other, makes us prisoners too.  I just wish people outside can be more forgiving.  Also, I hope that people who are faced with crime inviting situations can be more cautious of their decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'... the world isn't split into good people and death eaters. We all got both light and dark inside us. What matters is the power we chose to act on. That’s who we really are.'    - Sirius to Harry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070596-313778638915739083?l=sencillez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/feeds/313778638915739083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070596&amp;postID=313778638915739083&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/313778638915739083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/313778638915739083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/2007/07/prisoners.html' title='prisoners'/><author><name>Anne Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17326354688381095027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b274/krisvb/20060211-8489.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-gXc7o8tPVw/RpYAMgQe_sI/AAAAAAAAABw/fzpiUWLKFJs/s72-c/Kriminal-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070596.post-672077394205294207</id><published>2007-06-23T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T11:59:03.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Collide</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.anne1kristine.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RnyX7woKCpsAAHEUAfI1/DSC006551-1.JPG?et=zKZYu78BwcsAeZwVeTk88g" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dawn is breaking&lt;br /&gt;A light shining through&lt;br /&gt;You're barely waking&lt;br /&gt;And I'm tangled up in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm open, you're closed&lt;br /&gt;Where I follow, you'll go&lt;br /&gt;I worry I won't see your face&lt;br /&gt;Light up again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the best fall down sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Even the wrong words seem to rhyme&lt;br /&gt;Out of the doubt that fills my mind&lt;br /&gt;I somehow find&lt;br /&gt;You and I collide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quiet you know&lt;br /&gt;You make a frist impression&lt;br /&gt;I've found I'm scared to know I'm always on your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the best fall down sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Even the stars refuse to shine&lt;br /&gt;Out of the back you fall in time&lt;br /&gt;I somehow find&lt;br /&gt;You and I collide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the best fall down sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Even the wrong words seem to ryhme&lt;br /&gt;Out of the doubt that fills your mind&lt;br /&gt;You finally find&lt;br /&gt;You and I collide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You finally find&lt;br /&gt;You and I collide&lt;br /&gt;You finally find&lt;br /&gt;You and I collide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Howie Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070596-672077394205294207?l=sencillez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/feeds/672077394205294207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070596&amp;postID=672077394205294207&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/672077394205294207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/672077394205294207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/2007/06/collide_23.html' title='Collide'/><author><name>Anne Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17326354688381095027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b274/krisvb/20060211-8489.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070596.post-8417735778622116221</id><published>2007-05-26T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T21:13:17.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still</title><content type='html'>Hide me now&lt;br /&gt;Under Your wings&lt;br /&gt;Cover me&lt;br /&gt;within Your mighty hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the oceans rise and thunders roar&lt;br /&gt;I will soar with You above the storm&lt;br /&gt;Father You are King over the flood&lt;br /&gt;I will be still and know You are God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find rest my soul&lt;br /&gt;In Christ alone&lt;br /&gt;Know his power&lt;br /&gt;In quietness and trust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Be still for He is in control :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070596-8417735778622116221?l=sencillez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/feeds/8417735778622116221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070596&amp;postID=8417735778622116221&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/8417735778622116221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/8417735778622116221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/2007/05/still.html' title='Still'/><author><name>Anne Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17326354688381095027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b274/krisvb/20060211-8489.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070596.post-3474148838948789162</id><published>2007-05-11T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T18:37:28.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boto...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;snippet sa isang chat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Person 1: natatawa ako nagsend ung comelec ba un&lt;br /&gt;Person 1: ng lettter sa ate ko&lt;br /&gt;Person 1: official list of candidates&lt;br /&gt;Person 1: meron iba dun seaman&lt;br /&gt;Person 1: kakandidato&lt;br /&gt;Person 1: amp&lt;br /&gt;Person 1: san na pupulutin pinas?&lt;br /&gt;Person 1: sa dagat?&lt;br /&gt;Person 2: hindi naman&lt;br /&gt;Person 2: sa kangkungan&lt;br /&gt;Person 2: kasama ni p*chay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-gXc7o8tPVw/RkRBNeDn9OI/AAAAAAAAABo/zvVcOmTkpO0/s320/sm3_wp5_800.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063243580733650146" title='photo from spiderman3.sonypictures.com'/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit pakiramdam ko mas marami pang manonood ng Spidey kesa sa mga boboto?  Kailangan na ata natin ng superhero.  Sabi daw sa commercial hindi matatapos yung mga tulay at projects ng government kung hindi boboto... cge na nga sa Lunes.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;VOTE WISELY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070596-3474148838948789162?l=sencillez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/feeds/3474148838948789162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070596&amp;postID=3474148838948789162&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/3474148838948789162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/3474148838948789162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/2007/05/boto.html' title='boto...'/><author><name>Anne Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17326354688381095027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b274/krisvb/20060211-8489.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-gXc7o8tPVw/RkRBNeDn9OI/AAAAAAAAABo/zvVcOmTkpO0/s72-c/sm3_wp5_800.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070596.post-7652365659557069375</id><published>2007-05-07T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T18:16:12.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i heart my job</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-gXc7o8tPVw/Rj8xveDn9NI/AAAAAAAAABg/kVkGpJtp7Pg/s320/DSC00050.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061819197779604690" title='ITIL certificate'/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally... the results are out... I passed the &lt;a href="http://www.itil.co.uk/"&gt;ITIL Foundations&lt;/a&gt; (The Information Technology Infrastructure Library is a customer-focused, process-oriented approach to IT Service Management) Certification exam.  I guess this is just the cherry on the cake.  I've been working for my company for six months now.  Everyday has been an enjoyable learning experience.  Who says that beauties can never be geeks?  My co-employees are the antitheses to that.  It's so great to work with a lot of friendly, genius (and gorgeous?) yuppies.  People from the top management to the guards are really nice.  You even get to add your big boss on Friendster.  Aside from that, the company never fails to motivate its employees (with my brief stay here, I have already received two recognitions :P).  This makes you aspire more, not only for your own growth but also for the company's.  It is an organization that is committed to excellence, yet it never fails to impose to its employees the importance of &lt;a href="http://anne1kristine.multiply.com/photos/album/38"&gt;giving back to the society&lt;/a&gt; and the benefits of having &lt;a href="http://anne1kristine.multiply.com/photos/album/24"&gt;fun&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;a href="http://h10055.www1.hp.com/jobsathp/"&gt;Join us&lt;/a&gt;, (I guess I don't have to give a list of our cool benefits hehe) I'm not an HR resource, I'm just overjoyed :P .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Happy Labor Day everyone :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070596-7652365659557069375?l=sencillez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/feeds/7652365659557069375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070596&amp;postID=7652365659557069375&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/7652365659557069375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/7652365659557069375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-heart-my-job.html' title='i heart my job'/><author><name>Anne Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17326354688381095027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b274/krisvb/20060211-8489.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-gXc7o8tPVw/Rj8xveDn9NI/AAAAAAAAABg/kVkGpJtp7Pg/s72-c/DSC00050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070596.post-5725270369748289094</id><published>2007-04-21T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T14:01:53.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>B.A.T.A. Foundation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://anne1kristine.multiply.com/photos/album/38"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-gXc7o8tPVw/RimZt1ZtreI/AAAAAAAAABY/I22POFuwmLo/s400/DSC00083-4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055741069408185826" title='Leah, Gina and Daisy'/ target='_blank'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all of them are sweet,&lt;br /&gt;all of them have short hair,&lt;br /&gt;all of them have genuine smiles,&lt;br /&gt;all of them are faithful,&lt;br /&gt;all of them are well-behaved,&lt;br /&gt;all of them are good students,&lt;br /&gt;all of them have talent,&lt;br /&gt;all of them have high hopes,&lt;br /&gt;all of them have bright dreams,&lt;br /&gt;all of them love to be hugged,&lt;br /&gt;all of them want to be remembered,&lt;br /&gt;some love to sing,&lt;br /&gt;some love to dance,&lt;br /&gt;one wants to be an actress,&lt;br /&gt;one wants to be a nurse,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...the &lt;a href="http://anne1kristine.multiply.com/photos/album/38" target='_blank'&gt;girls&lt;/a&gt; of &lt;a href="http://www.batafoundation.org/" target='_blank'&gt;B.A.T.A Foundation&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these kids are pure sources of inspiration&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspire and be inspired :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bigay Awa at Tanglaw sa mga Anghel&lt;br /&gt;B.A.T.A. FOUNDATION INC.&lt;br /&gt;Our Lady of Guadalupe Girl's Home&lt;br /&gt;86 Fortune Street, Barangay Fortune&lt;br /&gt;Marikina City&lt;br /&gt;Website: &lt;a href="http://www.batafoundation.org/" target='_blank'&gt;www.batafoundation.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contact Number: 941-6391&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070596-5725270369748289094?l=sencillez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/feeds/5725270369748289094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070596&amp;postID=5725270369748289094&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/5725270369748289094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/5725270369748289094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/2007/04/bata-foundation.html' title='B.A.T.A. Foundation'/><author><name>Anne Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17326354688381095027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b274/krisvb/20060211-8489.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-gXc7o8tPVw/RimZt1ZtreI/AAAAAAAAABY/I22POFuwmLo/s72-c/DSC00083-4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070596.post-5129196897279549963</id><published>2007-04-17T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T18:23:18.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quick! quick! quick!</title><content type='html'>Here's a quick post... I lost my show desktop icon hahah!  I accidentally dragged it to a personal folder.  Being the OC that I am, I deleted it.  I tried to recreate a shortcut but nothing worked, I wasn't able to find my 'show desktop' icon anywhere (believe me I couldn't find it hahaha). Anyway, as always, &lt;a href="http://google.com"&gt;Google&lt;/a&gt; was there to the rescue.  I stumbled upon this very helpful tool, &lt;a href="http://www.dougknox.com/xp/utils/xp_showdesktop.htm"&gt;Restore Missing Show Desktop Icon&lt;/a&gt;.  Just download it, run it and voila!  The icon is restored ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-gXc7o8tPVw/RiSlT3bfRPI/AAAAAAAAABQ/n2ncL2FXoMs/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-gXc7o8tPVw/RiSlT3bfRPI/AAAAAAAAABQ/n2ncL2FXoMs/s400/untitled.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054346442531882226" title="from http://24ur.com/bb/bb_front.php/"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh nooo they're gonna send Bruce to Slovenia (yup I'm an avid fan of &lt;a href="http://bb2.pinoybigbrother.com/"&gt;Pinoy Big Brother&lt;/a&gt; haha). In case you don't know, Slovenia is located in Central Europe.  The show is the first Slovene season of Big Brother.  It started last March 17 and will end on June 9, 2007.  Bruce will leave on  April 19, and the female exchange housemate from Slovenia will arrive on April 21.  Above are the headshots of Bruce's future Slovene housemates. Want to know more? Visit the &lt;a href="http://24ur.com/bb/bb_front.php/"&gt;Slovene Big Brother&lt;/a&gt; site (you'll need a Slovene translator for this :P).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070596-5129196897279549963?l=sencillez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/feeds/5129196897279549963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070596&amp;postID=5129196897279549963&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/5129196897279549963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/5129196897279549963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/2007/04/quick-quick-quick.html' title='quick! quick! quick!'/><author><name>Anne Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17326354688381095027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b274/krisvb/20060211-8489.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-gXc7o8tPVw/RiSlT3bfRPI/AAAAAAAAABQ/n2ncL2FXoMs/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070596.post-2538324923825708529</id><published>2007-02-20T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T19:04:55.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cab Talk</title><content type='html'>I happened to ride a cab the other week and like what I usually do, I sat on the passenger's seat.  After a few minutes the driver blurted, "why did you choose to sit there and not at the back? If I were a robber, you would have suffered a helpless fate."  It made me think, "Well," I said, "I remember a friend's story about a robber who hid under the back seat and stole her mobile phone... that was really creepy.  That is aside from the fact that I do not like giving the driver the feeling that he is my slave."  The driver said that my friend's story is hard to believe and that it is more dangerous to sit in front.  He added that I should ride yellow, green or red colored cabs (his taxi is a white corolla).  He said that company cabs are more secure than those that are individually owned (white colored).  Now I know why they are color-coded (pardon my ignorance)! He further said that R&amp;E is an established taxi company and that a lot of call center agents in Makati ride their cabs.  Well I guess this information is worth sharing especially to those who work on late night shifts :)  Be vigilant... choose the right cab :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070596-2538324923825708529?l=sencillez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/feeds/2538324923825708529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070596&amp;postID=2538324923825708529&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/2538324923825708529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/2538324923825708529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/2007/02/cab-talk.html' title='Cab Talk'/><author><name>Anne Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17326354688381095027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b274/krisvb/20060211-8489.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070596.post-938752741820433671</id><published>2007-02-15T10:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T10:35:53.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise! Surprise!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: Swatch ba yan watch mo?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oo, binili ng tita ko for me&lt;br /&gt;R: Ganyan din kasi yung gusto ko&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ah tlga cool nga 'to nafliflip eh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She always blushes (sa hiya, ngayon pa nahiya noon hindi :P) and laughs whenever I recount how our first conversation went. She is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... someone who has the patience to wait for me while I put on my make up and do my morning chika in the ladies room...&lt;br /&gt;... someone who is easily irritated by poor customer service...&lt;br /&gt;... someone who has an open house for emergency sleep overs...&lt;br /&gt;... someone who is willing to entertain my call even if I just have to cry my heart out...&lt;br /&gt;... someone who can make me laugh effortlessly...&lt;br /&gt;... someone who always prays for me...&lt;br /&gt;... someone who would rather cry than retaliate when I'm mad and hurting...&lt;br /&gt;... someone who makes me feel that I am special and blessed...&lt;br /&gt;... someone who is willing to give me a Body Shop blush even if she bought it for herself hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;... someone who amazes me with never before heard showbiz chikas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She likes Jasmine Trias, appreciates Mariel Rodriguez and loves Lawrence Ramirez / Jeffrey Belvez... hahaha peace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is the darling of our batch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-gXc7o8tPVw/RdPGo_Gg6XI/AAAAAAAAAA4/vqJkotqr7u4/s320/Image014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031583616138799474" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being there for us Raych.  We missed you.  We are glad you're back.  May all your dreams come true on your special day.  The Almighty will always be there to guide you, have faith and always do your best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070596-938752741820433671?l=sencillez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/feeds/938752741820433671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070596&amp;postID=938752741820433671&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/938752741820433671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/938752741820433671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/2007/02/surprise-surprise.html' title='Surprise! Surprise!'/><author><name>Anne Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17326354688381095027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b274/krisvb/20060211-8489.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-gXc7o8tPVw/RdPGo_Gg6XI/AAAAAAAAAA4/vqJkotqr7u4/s72-c/Image014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070596.post-998995093015362113</id><published>2007-02-13T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T18:34:46.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Love and Ada</title><content type='html'>Thanks to &lt;a href="http://leiababe.multiply.com/" target="blank"&gt;Leia&lt;/a&gt;, I was able to watch Zsa Zsa Zaturnnah Ze Musikal.  The play offers twice the fun that you can get from the movie.  It was a laugh trip from beginning to end.  In between those funny lines lie the heart of the musicale.  It speaks about true love - Dodong loved Ada despite of all the complexities; and about taking chances - Ada stepped out of his comfort zone to welcome the greatest feeling on earth.  The play's lessons are perfect for the coming season.  They say that true love means  showing your love even if it's hard to.  Love is not just a feeling, it is a decision and a commitment.  With every commitment comes the effort to make things work.  You may get hurt at times, but you should not stop from believing in the magic of love.  You should also learn to love yourself.  It's hard to share love if you dont leave something for yourself.  Okay, okay I'll stop before my friends throw their stuff at me hahaha.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://anne1kristine.multiply.com/photos/album/34" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-gXc7o8tPVw/RdGSnfGg6WI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Y1Z6DlhvTpw/s320/Image435-1.jpg" border="0" title="friends with Didi and Dodong" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030963465810930018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;*friends with Didi and Dodong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my valentine message for everyone: If you are in love, cherish the feeling and make your special someone 'the one'; if you are waiting for love, never lose hope; if you are afraid of love, take a chance and be courageous.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... Valentine's is a free day for doing the craziest and corniest things ... Celebrate Love!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Happy Hearts' Day everyone ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070596-998995093015362113?l=sencillez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/feeds/998995093015362113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070596&amp;postID=998995093015362113&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/998995093015362113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/998995093015362113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/2007/02/on-love-and-ada.html' title='On Love and Ada'/><author><name>Anne Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17326354688381095027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b274/krisvb/20060211-8489.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-gXc7o8tPVw/RdGSnfGg6WI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Y1Z6DlhvTpw/s72-c/Image435-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070596.post-7970997413541237746</id><published>2007-02-06T10:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T23:14:35.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping @ Anawangin Zambales</title><content type='html'>Last month, I was lucky enough to join my ex-officemates / camping friends in an exciting adventure at Anawangin, Zambales.  I have had camping classes back in college and I can say that climbing mountains is not a piece of cake.  The trip that we had is perfect for first time campers.  It was more of a beach escapade.  The destination has a lot to offer.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://anne1kristine.multiply.com/photos/album/33" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;"  src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-gXc7o8tPVw/Rcf3nmqvC8I/AAAAAAAAAAg/eAcw8p7GzG0/s320/DSC00023.JPG" border="0" title="anawangin" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028259768749198274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a virgin island with '&lt;a href="http://anne1kristine.multiply.com/photos/photo/33/145"&gt;blairwitch&lt;/a&gt;' pine trees (haha imagine that).  The place is perfect for groups who want to chill out and enjoy nature's beauty; for individuals who want to do some soul searching; for couples who are of the romantic-adventurous type (take note: walang signal sa island :P).  Imagine lying on the sand with great friends while staring at a blanket of stars.  Never in my whole life have I ever seen such a beautiful night sky sprinkled with a huge amount of stars (blame it to Manila's pollution).  The sand is really fine so even if you are not a flipper you will not hesitate to take a dip in the clear waters.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://anne1kristine.multiply.com/photos/album/33" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-gXc7o8tPVw/RcfyUmqvC7I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Qa7P1e43BMw/s320/DSC00050.JPG" title="sunset @ anawangin" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028253944773544882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What made the escapade even more enojoyable is the fact that the cost was low.  Since you have to bring your own food and tent, you just have to spend on transportation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;414 per person - bus (Caloocan - San Antonio and vice versa)&lt;br /&gt;40 per person - tricycle (2 way each tricycle can accommodate 3 persons, San Antonio to Pundaquit Beach)&lt;br /&gt;267 per person - boat (2 way each boat can accommodate 3 persons, Pundaquit Beach to Anawangin Cove)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The experience was really great.  Thanks to &lt;a href="http://joyeee.multiply.com/"&gt;Joy&lt;/a&gt;, our persistent organizer.  Go ahead, take your well-deserved break and enjoy the sun in &lt;a href="http://anne1kristine.multiply.com/photos/album/33"&gt;Anawangin &lt;/a&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070596-7970997413541237746?l=sencillez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/feeds/7970997413541237746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070596&amp;postID=7970997413541237746&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/7970997413541237746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/7970997413541237746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/2007/02/camping-anawangin-zambales.html' title='Camping @ Anawangin Zambales'/><author><name>Anne Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17326354688381095027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b274/krisvb/20060211-8489.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-gXc7o8tPVw/Rcf3nmqvC8I/AAAAAAAAAAg/eAcw8p7GzG0/s72-c/DSC00023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070596.post-7610628295390187908</id><published>2007-01-30T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T14:28:30.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ABC's</title><content type='html'>There are a lot of things that I want to blog about but  I don't have much time ;) Here's a meantime post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A - Accent: neutral accent hehehe, trivia: I attended an American accent training when I worked for a call center&lt;br /&gt;B - Breakfast Item: I don't eat breakfast but I'll choose pancakes yummmm&lt;br /&gt;C - Chore you hate: ironing clothes&lt;br /&gt;D - Dad’s Name: Herminigildo a.k.a. Bindoy a.k.a. Ace Vergel hehehe&lt;br /&gt;E - Essential everyday item: mobile phone&lt;br /&gt;F - Flavor ice cream: ube&lt;br /&gt;G - Gold or Silver? white gold&lt;br /&gt;H - Hometown: Pasig City&lt;br /&gt;I - Insomnia: pag in love or heartbroken? eiiiwwww hahah&lt;br /&gt;J - Job Title: IT Specialist&lt;br /&gt;K - Kids: have none but i love 'em... kids' thoughts are really interesting&lt;br /&gt;L - Living arrangements: with my parents and im not planning on moving out anytime soon haha&lt;br /&gt;M - Mom’s birthplace: Binangonan, Rizal&lt;br /&gt;N - Number of significant others you’ve ever had: 4?&lt;br /&gt;O - Overnight hospital stays:  ... nah...&lt;br /&gt;P - Phobias: fear of stampede lol... or just being in an anonymous crowd&lt;br /&gt;Q - Queer: babaeng bakla&lt;br /&gt;R - Religious Affiliation: Roman Catholic&lt;br /&gt;S - Siblings: two girls and a boy&lt;br /&gt;T - Time you wake up: 8...9.. 10?&lt;br /&gt;U - Unnatural hair colors you’ve worn: light brown&lt;br /&gt;V - Vegetable you refuse to eat: ampalaya&lt;br /&gt;W - Worst habit: being an OC at times&lt;br /&gt;X - X-rays you’ve had: none this year&lt;br /&gt;Y - Yummy: sinigang na sugpo / dodong of zsa zsa zaturnnah ze musikal hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Z - Zodiac sign: Scorpio&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070596-7610628295390187908?l=sencillez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/feeds/7610628295390187908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070596&amp;postID=7610628295390187908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/7610628295390187908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/7610628295390187908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/2007/01/abcs.html' title='ABC&apos;s'/><author><name>Anne Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17326354688381095027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b274/krisvb/20060211-8489.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070596.post-116788296136599969</id><published>2007-01-04T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T13:54:44.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>resolutions...</title><content type='html'>I'm not really a big fan of planners but those that were given out in the office were really nice.  I guess I'll try using one ;)  Maybe I'll start by jotting down my New Year's resolutions.  Is this a list of resolutions or a wishlist? Hahaha... Anyway, let my planner and this blog be the keepers and we'll see what happens at the end of the year :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4506/529/320/983971/DSC00090-2.jpg" border="0" title="my planner" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... continue my violin lessons ...&lt;br /&gt;... be an active member of HOM (sana)...&lt;br /&gt;... stop being so 'pinky' (hindi ako mahilig sa pink lol)...&lt;br /&gt;... work harder (saan kaya? hehe)...&lt;br /&gt;... be a gym buff (wish ko lang)...&lt;br /&gt;... heal (and eventually have fun :P)... &lt;br /&gt;... learn how to drive...&lt;br /&gt;... buy my own car (second hand lang)...&lt;br /&gt;... start my own business (hmmm haha)...&lt;br /&gt;... be happier :D...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070596-116788296136599969?l=sencillez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/feeds/116788296136599969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070596&amp;postID=116788296136599969&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/116788296136599969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/116788296136599969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/2007/01/resolutions.html' title='resolutions...'/><author><name>Anne Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17326354688381095027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b274/krisvb/20060211-8489.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070596.post-116754275534244491</id><published>2006-12-31T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T13:27:23.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://anne1kristine.multiply.com/photos/album/13"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4506/529/320/913668/DSC01282.jpg" border="0" title="Go!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to renewed hope and new beginnings :)&lt;br /&gt;Have a Joyous, Bountiful and Peaceful New Year everyone!&lt;br /&gt;Let God shine His fireworks on you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070596-116754275534244491?l=sencillez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/feeds/116754275534244491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070596&amp;postID=116754275534244491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/116754275534244491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/116754275534244491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!!!'/><author><name>Anne Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17326354688381095027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b274/krisvb/20060211-8489.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070596.post-116666957995496554</id><published>2006-12-21T10:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T11:05:17.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I See You Smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder&lt;br /&gt;How I'd ever make it through,&lt;br /&gt;Through this world without having you&lt;br /&gt;I just wouldn't have a clue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause sometimes it seems&lt;br /&gt;Like this world's closing in on me,&lt;br /&gt;And there's no way of breaking free&lt;br /&gt;And then I see you reach for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wanna give up&lt;br /&gt;I wanna give in,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna quit the fight&lt;br /&gt;And then I see you, baby&lt;br /&gt;And everything's alright,&lt;br /&gt;everything's alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I see you smile&lt;br /&gt;I can face the world, oh oh,&lt;br /&gt;you know I can do anything&lt;br /&gt;When I see you smile&lt;br /&gt;I see a ray of light, oh oh,&lt;br /&gt;I see it shining right through the rain&lt;br /&gt;When I see you smile&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, baby when I see you smile at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby there's nothing in this world&lt;br /&gt;that could ever do&lt;br /&gt;What a touch of your hand can do&lt;br /&gt;It's like nothing that I ever knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the rain is falling&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel it,&lt;br /&gt;'cause you're here with me now&lt;br /&gt;And one look at you baby&lt;br /&gt;Is all I'll ever need,&lt;br /&gt;you're all I'll ever need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wanna give up&lt;br /&gt;I wanna give in,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna quit the fight&lt;br /&gt;And then I see you baby&lt;br /&gt;And everything's alright,&lt;br /&gt;everything's alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This goes to everyone who has helped me become what I am now... Thank you for shining your light on me.  You are God's little angels and you touch my life in magical ways.  Keep on smiling ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070596-116666957995496554?l=sencillez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/feeds/116666957995496554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070596&amp;postID=116666957995496554&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/116666957995496554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/116666957995496554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/2006/12/when-i-see-you-smile.html' title='When I See You Smile'/><author><name>Anne Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17326354688381095027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b274/krisvb/20060211-8489.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070596.post-116591233566671832</id><published>2006-12-12T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T16:37:57.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbye</title><content type='html'>i feel so down&lt;br /&gt;i feel so stupid&lt;br /&gt;i feel so betrayed&lt;br /&gt;i feel so unloved&lt;br /&gt;i feel so rejected&lt;br /&gt;no time for regrets&lt;br /&gt;no time for anger&lt;br /&gt;my heart is so tired&lt;br /&gt;so tired of begging&lt;br /&gt;so tired of forgiving&lt;br /&gt;so tired of accepting&lt;br /&gt;so tired of crying&lt;br /&gt;last sunday i was so sorry for the things ive done...&lt;br /&gt;the homily really touched me and i prayed hard... &lt;br /&gt;i entrusted everything to God&lt;br /&gt;its hard to trust especially when you have been deceited a lot of times&lt;br /&gt;i let go of all my worries and pain... and i forgave&lt;br /&gt;i said that i'll learn how to trust even if im filled with doubt&lt;br /&gt;i prayed that He guides me... and if anything goes wrong its gonna be up to Him&lt;br /&gt;i guess my prayer was answered... maybe its His way of saying that something is not right&lt;br /&gt;i know my faults... pride... i have none...  &lt;br /&gt;i know a lot of things contributed to what i am now and what this has turned out to be&lt;br /&gt;no time for regrets&lt;br /&gt;no time for anger&lt;br /&gt;im going to move on... its not gonna be easy but i know that i have to be strong&lt;br /&gt;too much pain&lt;br /&gt;too much tears&lt;br /&gt;too much rejection&lt;br /&gt;too much lies&lt;br /&gt;too much deceit&lt;br /&gt;trust, honesty and openness go hand in hand&lt;br /&gt;the world is not perfect but i can choose to be happy&lt;br /&gt;i've been here before i was younger then and i survived&lt;br /&gt;i haven't lost hope on better things&lt;br /&gt;thank you... i am sorry... God bless us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070596-116591233566671832?l=sencillez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/feeds/116591233566671832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070596&amp;postID=116591233566671832&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/116591233566671832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/116591233566671832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/2006/12/goodbye.html' title='goodbye'/><author><name>Anne Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17326354688381095027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b274/krisvb/20060211-8489.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070596.post-116407085192406786</id><published>2006-11-21T08:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T10:32:30.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>34 Days...</title><content type='html'>Malls are soooo full of shoppers... twinkling bright lights adorn every establishment... cold breeze fills the air... no wonder the most &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Magical Season&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is on its way...  &lt;strong&gt;Merry Merry Christmas&lt;/strong&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 400px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://wmg.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://wmg.photobucket.com/albums/v443/webtrack/sviXmas%20and%20PaskongPolicarpio/1164070620.pbw" height="400" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/getyourown.gif" style="border-width: 0;" vspace="1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Grown Up Christmas List&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember me?&lt;br /&gt;I sat upon your knee&lt;br /&gt;I wrote to you with childhood fantasies&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm all grown up now&lt;br /&gt;And still need help somehow&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a child &lt;br /&gt;But my heart still can dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's my lifelong wish&lt;br /&gt;My grown up Christmas list&lt;br /&gt;Not for myself&lt;br /&gt;But for a world in need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* No more lives torn apart&lt;br /&gt;That wars would never start&lt;br /&gt;And time would heal all hearts&lt;br /&gt;And everyone would have a friend&lt;br /&gt;And right would always win&lt;br /&gt;And love would never end, no&lt;br /&gt;This is my grown up Christmas list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As children we believe&lt;br /&gt;The grandest sight to see&lt;br /&gt;Was something lovely&lt;br /&gt;Wrapped beneath the tree&lt;br /&gt;But heaven only knows&lt;br /&gt;That packages and bows&lt;br /&gt;Can never heal a heartached human soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this illusion called the innocence of youth&lt;br /&gt;Maybe only in our blind belief can we ever find the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more lives torn apart (No more torn apart)&lt;br /&gt;That wars would never start (never start)&lt;br /&gt;And time would heal all hearts (ohh..hearts)&lt;br /&gt;Everyone would have a friend (one would have a friend)&lt;br /&gt;And right would always win (would always win)&lt;br /&gt;And love would never end (never...never end, no)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my grown up Christmas list&lt;br /&gt;This is my only lifelong wish&lt;br /&gt;This is my grown up Christmas list...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070596-116407085192406786?l=sencillez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/feeds/116407085192406786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070596&amp;postID=116407085192406786&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/116407085192406786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/116407085192406786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/2006/11/34-days.html' title='34 Days...'/><author><name>Anne Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17326354688381095027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b274/krisvb/20060211-8489.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070596.post-116131403092282016</id><published>2006-10-20T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T01:25:07.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Jen</title><content type='html'>This is supposed to be a birthday entry for jen hahah. Sorry I was preoccupied with a lot of things. Nevertheless belated happy birthday Jen (September 24). Thanks for being the crazy person that you are. Only a few people are blessed with the kind of courage that you possess. Some may not understand where that strong personality is coming from, but I can say that you needed that in order to survive the trials that you encountered in life. I'm proud of you. Always stand tall for God will always be with you. As you continue your journey, now with the undying love of papa robert :), I wish both of you the happiness that you deserve. Thanks for all the precious advice and for the countless laugh trips that you've made us enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The transformation.... hahaha peace jen!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4506/529/1600/DSC01531.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4506/529/320/DSC01531.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tadaaaaa.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4506/529/1600/bratty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img     src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4506/529/320/bratty.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070596-116131403092282016?l=sencillez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b274/krisvb/20060211-8489.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070596.post-115562419250663615</id><published>2006-08-15T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T14:57:17.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakaway</title><content type='html'>I'll take a chance and breakaway... :) It's gonna be a great day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4506/529/320/160715196_097225c270_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Breakaway&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;by Kelly Clarkson&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grew up in a small town&lt;br /&gt;And when the rain would fall down&lt;br /&gt;I'd just stare out my window&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming of what could be&lt;br /&gt;And if I'd end up happy&lt;br /&gt;I would pray (I would pray)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying hard to reach out&lt;br /&gt;But when I tried to speak out&lt;br /&gt;Felt like no one could hear me&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to belong here&lt;br /&gt;But something felt so wrong here&lt;br /&gt;So I prayed I could break away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly&lt;br /&gt;I'll do what it takes til' I touch the sky&lt;br /&gt;And I'll make a wish&lt;br /&gt;Take a chance&lt;br /&gt;Make a change&lt;br /&gt;And breakaway&lt;br /&gt;Out of the darkness and into the sun&lt;br /&gt;But I won't forget all the ones that I love&lt;br /&gt;I'll take a risk&lt;br /&gt;Take a chance&lt;br /&gt;Make a change&lt;br /&gt;And breakaway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna feel the warm breeze&lt;br /&gt;Sleep under a palm tree&lt;br /&gt;Feel the rush of the ocean&lt;br /&gt;Get onboard a fast train&lt;br /&gt;Travel on a jet plane, far away (I will)&lt;br /&gt;And breakaway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buildings with a hundred floors&lt;br /&gt;Swinging around revolving doors&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I don't know where they'll take me but&lt;br /&gt;Gotta keep moving on, moving on&lt;br /&gt;Fly away, breakaway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll spread my wings&lt;br /&gt;And I'll learn how to fly&lt;br /&gt;Though it's not easy to tell you goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I gotta take a risk&lt;br /&gt;Take a chance&lt;br /&gt;Make a change&lt;br /&gt;And breakaway&lt;br /&gt;Out of the darkness and into the sun&lt;br /&gt;But I won't forget the place I come from&lt;br /&gt;I gotta take a risk&lt;br /&gt;Take a chance&lt;br /&gt;Make a change&lt;br /&gt;And breakaway, breakaway, breakaway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070596-115562419250663615?l=sencillez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/feeds/115562419250663615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070596&amp;postID=115562419250663615&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/115562419250663615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/115562419250663615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/2006/08/breakaway.html' title='Breakaway'/><author><name>Anne Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17326354688381095027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b274/krisvb/20060211-8489.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070596.post-115518101201835762</id><published>2006-08-10T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T11:40:33.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged...</title><content type='html'>FIRST NAME? &lt;strong&gt;Anne Kristine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? &lt;strong&gt;Jesus Christ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING? &lt;strong&gt;yup&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT’S YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH? &lt;strong&gt;Sinigang na sugpo (with gabi and okra hehehe)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU’RE ANOTHER PERSON, WOULD U BE FRIENDS W/ YOU? &lt;strong&gt;Not sure, I think I'm intimidating at first because I'm a snob, but I'm really friendly hahaha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU HAVE A JOURNAL? &lt;strong&gt;does this blog count?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU USE SARCASM A LOT? &lt;strong&gt;nah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO U STILL HAVE TONSILS? &lt;strong&gt;yes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO U WANT EVERYONE TO SEND THIS BACK TO U? &lt;strong&gt;yup&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT COLOR OF PANTS AND SHOES ARE YOU WEARING? &lt;strong&gt;black and black&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITE DRINKs? &lt;strong&gt;green mango shake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUGS OR KISSES? &lt;strong&gt;hugs... both&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITE SPORT? &lt;strong&gt;camping&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT’S YOUR SPECIAL TALENT? &lt;strong&gt;still trying to learn how to play the violin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR EYE COLOR? &lt;strong&gt;dark brown&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAT SIZE? &lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT’S YOUR FAVORITE CEREAL? &lt;strong&gt;Trix&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO U THINK YOU’RE STRONG? &lt;strong&gt;emotionally speaking? I think I'm becoming weaker as I get older&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT’S YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM? &lt;strong&gt;Selecta Ube&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHOE SIZE? &lt;strong&gt;7.5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RED OR PINK? &lt;strong&gt;pink&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT’S THE LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT URSELF? &lt;strong&gt;im a narcissist hahaha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO DO U MISS THE MOST? &lt;strong&gt;my &lt;a href="http://sencillez.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_sencillez_archive.html"&gt;Nanay&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST THING YOU ATE? &lt;strong&gt;ham sandwich&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT SOUNDS YOU'RE HEARING RIGHT NOW? &lt;strong&gt;Gallery by Mario Vasquez&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU'RE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD U BE? &lt;strong&gt;white&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITE SMELL? &lt;strong&gt;Victoria's Secret Love Spell&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU LIKE THE PERSON WHO SENT THIS TO YOU? &lt;strong&gt;i hate her... just kidding hahaha i love her&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITE FOOD? &lt;strong&gt;Sinigang na sugpo, mangga with bagoong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED? &lt;strong&gt;Miami Vice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT COLOR SHIRT ARE YOU WEARING? &lt;strong&gt;White&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUMMER OR WINTER? &lt;strong&gt;Winter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITE DESSERT? &lt;strong&gt;blueberry cheesecake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT BOOKS ARE YOU READING? &lt;strong&gt;Dan Brown's novels&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DID YOU WATCH ON TV LAST NIGHT? &lt;strong&gt;House&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE FURTHEST YOU’VE BEEN FROM HOME? &lt;strong&gt;Hong Kong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN AND WHERE WERE YOU BORN? &lt;strong&gt;October 24, 1982 / Manila Philippines&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO SENT THIS TO YOU? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://malditabratinella.blogspot.com"&gt;Jen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I tag &lt;a href="http://leiababe.multiply.com/"&gt;Leia&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://karmi.manilenya.com/"&gt;Carme&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://who-is-quentin-montejo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Anche&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070596-115518101201835762?l=sencillez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/feeds/115518101201835762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070596&amp;postID=115518101201835762&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/115518101201835762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/115518101201835762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/2006/08/tagged.html' title='Tagged...'/><author><name>Anne Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17326354688381095027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b274/krisvb/20060211-8489.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070596.post-115379750133243283</id><published>2006-07-25T10:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T11:22:36.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when its over...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img title="by lawrence ramirez" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4506/529/320/CIMG0538.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Got this article from a friend's mail...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People come into your life for a &lt;strong&gt;reason, a season, or a lifetime&lt;/strong&gt;. When you figure out &lt;strong&gt;which it is&lt;/strong&gt;, you will know exactly &lt;strong&gt;what to do&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone is in your life for a &lt;strong&gt;REASON&lt;/strong&gt;, it is usually to meet a need you have expressed outwardly or inwardly. They have come to assist you through a difficulty, to provide you with guidance and support, to aid you physically, emotionally, or spiritually. They may seem like a godsend, and they are. They are there for the reason you need them to be. Then, without any wrong doing on your part or at an inconvenient time, this person will say or do something to bring the relationship to an end. Sometimes they die. Sometimes they walk away. Sometimes they act up or out and force you to take a stand. What we must realize is that our need has been met, our desire fulfilled; their work is done. The prayer you sent up has been answered and it is now time to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people come into your life for a &lt;strong&gt;SEASON&lt;/strong&gt;, it is because your turn has come to share, grow, or learn. They may bring you an experience of peace or make you laugh. They may teach you something you have never done. They usually give you an unbelievable amount of joy. Believe it! It is real! But, only for a season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIFETIME&lt;/strong&gt; relationships teach you lifetime lessons; those things you must build upon in order to have a solid emotional foundation. Your job is to accept the lesson, love the person or people involved; and put what you have learned to use in all other relationships, and areas of your life. It is said that love is blind but friendship is clairvoyant.&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are times when we force ourselves to think that the chance of meeting a certain person is for a lifetime.  We tend to be selfless that we devote everything to that person only to get nothing in return.  Time comes when we start to accept that the chance is only for a reason or season.  It may take so much pain to realize that but I guess that has to happen in order for us to actually see the real thing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, there are people who don't give importance on that chance of a lifetime.  They may see each moment lasting only for a reason or season.  Even if you try so hard to  convince them that it's for a lifetime.  Like what the article says, its always good to know a person's purpose in your life because if you do, you'll be able to do the &lt;strong&gt;right thing&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070596-115379750133243283?l=sencillez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/feeds/115379750133243283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070596&amp;postID=115379750133243283&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/115379750133243283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/115379750133243283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/2006/07/when-its-over.html' title='when its over...'/><author><name>Anne Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17326354688381095027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b274/krisvb/20060211-8489.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070596.post-115147775071884341</id><published>2006-06-28T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T15:20:52.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SM Mall of Asia</title><content type='html'>Last week I, along with some friends spent a rainy day trekking the country's hottest shopping destination. Why is everybody crazy about the &lt;strong&gt;SM Mall of Asia&lt;/strong&gt;? Simply because the said mall is the largest in the Philippines and third largest in the world. Aside from the wide range of shops (although some aren't operating yet), it boasts of world-class facilities like an olympic size skating rink and the Imax theatre. Enough of this pseudo-ad here are some pics;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4506/529/400/DSC01317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img  style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4506/529/400/DSC01317.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;olympic size ice skating rink&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4506/529/1600/DSC01323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4506/529/200/DSC01323.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4506/529/1600/DSC01318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4506/529/200/DSC01318.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;open air mall, boutiques are air-conditioned (the skating rink really contributes to a cooler ventilation) / cinemas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4506/529/1600/DSC01320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4506/529/200/DSC01320.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4506/529/1600/DSC01325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4506/529/200/DSC01325.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;center stage / overpass that connects the mall to the 'Sunset Boulevard', a park where you can hang out and witness the sunset. It gives you a perfect synergy of urban(mall) and rural(bay) atmosphere&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4506/529/1600/DSC01335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4506/529/200/DSC01335.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4506/529/1600/DSC013441.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4506/529/200/DSC013441.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mall of Asia / view from Sunset Boulevard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4506/529/1600/DSC013501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4506/529/200/DSC013501.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4506/529/1600/DSC01368.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4506/529/200/DSC01368.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;view from Sunset Boulevard / Music Hall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4506/529/1600/DSC01377.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4506/529/200/DSC01377.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4506/529/1600/DSC01391.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4506/529/200/DSC01391.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Restaurant lane's open area resembles that of Ortigas' Metrowalk / Mall of Asia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4506/529/1600/DSC01386.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4506/529/200/DSC01386.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4506/529/1600/DSC01392.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4506/529/200/DSC01392.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;SM Mall of Asia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to get there... well of course you can ride your wheels (parking spaces are also available near the 'Sunset Boulevard' area); by public transportation get off at MRT Taft station, there are jeepneys and buses that will bring you directly to the mall. A piece of advice if you want to enjoy the vastness the of the mall, wear comfortable clothes and shoes (for your own sake wear flip-flops hehehe).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070596-115147775071884341?l=sencillez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/feeds/115147775071884341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070596&amp;postID=115147775071884341&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/115147775071884341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/115147775071884341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/2006/06/sm-mall-of-asia.html' title='SM Mall of Asia'/><author><name>Anne Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17326354688381095027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b274/krisvb/20060211-8489.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070596.post-114852769085657405</id><published>2006-05-25T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T11:43:11.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soul Patrol Rules American Idol</title><content type='html'>Congratulations to &lt;a href="http://www.americanidol.com/contestants/taylor_hicks/"&gt;Taylor Hicks&lt;/a&gt;, winner of American Idol Season 5.  Here's the lyrics of &lt;strong&gt;Do I Make You Proud&lt;/strong&gt;, the song that gave him the advantage over &lt;a href="http://www.americanidol.com/contestants/katharine_mcphee/"&gt;Katharine McPhee&lt;/a&gt; in what was said to be a 'tied' competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4506/529/320/taylor.jpg" border="0" title="Taylor Hicks"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do I Make You Proud&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Taylor Hicks&lt;br /&gt;American Idol Season 5&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been&lt;br /&gt;The one to raise my hand&lt;br /&gt;That was not me&lt;br /&gt;and now that's who I am&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I am standing tall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is full&lt;br /&gt;of endless gratitude&lt;br /&gt;You were the one&lt;br /&gt;The one to guide me through&lt;br /&gt;Now I can see&lt;br /&gt;And I believe&lt;br /&gt;It's only just beginning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what we dream about&lt;br /&gt;But the only question with me now&lt;br /&gt;Is do I make you proud&lt;br /&gt;Stronger than I've ever been now&lt;br /&gt;Never been afraid of standing out&lt;br /&gt;Do I make you proud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody needs to rise up&lt;br /&gt;Everybody needs to be loved&lt;br /&gt;To be loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In parallel to Taylor's debut single, here's the lyrics of Katharine's &lt;strong&gt;My Destiny&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Destiny&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Katharine McPhee&lt;br /&gt;American Idol Season 5&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always dreamed of this&lt;br /&gt;I'll admit that there was something I missed&lt;br /&gt;I'm wondering if it is for real&lt;br /&gt;Every mistake&lt;br /&gt;Every wrong turn&lt;br /&gt;Every time I lost my way&lt;br /&gt;Lead me to this&lt;br /&gt;Moment of bliss tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With you&lt;br /&gt;Finally I can break free&lt;br /&gt;With you&lt;br /&gt;It's all changing in my destiny&lt;br /&gt;Dream come true&lt;br /&gt;It's all funny now that I see&lt;br /&gt;How different life turned out to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were always by my side&lt;br /&gt;That you believed in me&lt;br /&gt;Was enough reason why&lt;br /&gt;I didn't stop&lt;br /&gt;Didn't give up&lt;br /&gt;Even if I sometimes lost hope&lt;br /&gt;I did my best&lt;br /&gt;And I am blessed in life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I get any higher&lt;br /&gt;Tell me&lt;br /&gt;Does it get any stronger&lt;br /&gt;I owe it to you&lt;br /&gt;that I made it through&lt;br /&gt;I never could have done it&lt;br /&gt;Without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't agree more with the judges when they said that Kat's song wasn't that good.  I mean, Katharine is great but while she was performing I thought that it would have been better if &lt;a href="http://www.americanidol.com/contestants/elliott_yamin/"&gt;Elliott&lt;/a&gt; was the one who's singing that song.  Not that I'm being bitter or anything (okay okay I am bitter hahaha), but I just thought that the song's message perfectly fits Elliott's story.  Aside from that, the key was too low for Kat's voice.  Well anyway, I know Elliott will still make it big, the same goes for all the &lt;a href="http://sencillez.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-american-idol.html"&gt;other&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.americanidol.com/contestants/"&gt;idols&lt;/a&gt; like &lt;a href="http://www.americanidol.com/contestants/chris_daughtry/"&gt;Chris&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.americanidol.com/contestants/kellie_pickler/"&gt;Kellie&lt;/a&gt; and of course, Kat :).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*photo from &lt;a href="http://www.americanidol.com"&gt;www.americanidol.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070596-114852769085657405?l=sencillez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/feeds/114852769085657405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070596&amp;postID=114852769085657405&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/114852769085657405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/114852769085657405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/2006/05/soul-patrol-rules-american-idol.html' title='Soul Patrol Rules American Idol'/><author><name>Anne Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17326354688381095027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b274/krisvb/20060211-8489.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070596.post-114845427485096033</id><published>2006-05-24T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T15:13:53.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Pleasures</title><content type='html'>I've been tagged by &lt;a href="http://malditabratinella.blogspot.com"&gt;Jen&lt;/a&gt;.  Read on for a list of simple pleasures that bring me inexplicable joy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructions: Name ten (10) of life’s simple pleasures that you like the most, then pick ten (10) people to do the same. Try to be original and creative and not to use things that someone else has already used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  waking up every morning and seeing my family members safely tucked under their comforters&lt;br /&gt;2.  thinking about spending forever with someone you truly love&lt;br /&gt;3.  accidentally hearing other people say good things about me&lt;br /&gt;4.  laughing my heart out with friends&lt;br /&gt;5.  shopping&lt;br /&gt;6.  seeing cuuuuute babies ( i love babies with rosy cheeks ;) )&lt;br /&gt;7.  hearing Christmas songs (even if it isn't Christmas yet hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;8.  seeing &lt;a href="http://www.americanidol.com/contestants/elliott_yamin/"&gt;Eliott Yamin&lt;/a&gt; perform&lt;br /&gt;9.  hearing myself play a tune with my violin&lt;br /&gt;10. the relief brought by mefenamic acid whenever i'm having dysmenorrhea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are actually a lot of things in life that we should be thankful for.  You just need to have a contented heart in order to see them.  I tag 'mis amigos' ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070596-114845427485096033?l=sencillez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/feeds/114845427485096033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070596&amp;postID=114845427485096033&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/114845427485096033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/114845427485096033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/2006/05/simple-pleasures.html' title='Simple Pleasures'/><author><name>Anne Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17326354688381095027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b274/krisvb/20060211-8489.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070596.post-114767815162584366</id><published>2006-05-15T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T15:31:32.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>Thank God for our Moms.  Here are five reasons why we can't live without them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  They are magicians, think about how they stretch the household budget.&lt;br /&gt;4.  They are soooo patient.  Imagine carrying you in the womb for nine months and molding you to become a good individual for years (even if you resist to be one hahaha)!&lt;br /&gt;3.  They may sound unreasonable at times (well, most of the time, kidding! hahaha) but at the end of the day we realize that they just want the best for us. &lt;br /&gt;2.  They love us unconditionally.  Even if we try to turn them down a million times, we know that they will always be there for us.&lt;br /&gt;1.  They are precious blessings from God and we are here because of them :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4506/529/400/clipart_children_drawings_017.gif" border="0" title="image from gifanimations.com"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a beautiful song that I've always dedicated to someone who has always been a good friend, sister, teacher, financier (hahaha), movitator... the list may go on but simply put, she's the wind beneath my wings... my &lt;strong&gt;Mom&lt;/strong&gt;.  Thanks Mommy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wind Beneath My Wings&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bette Midler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must have been cold there in my shadow, &lt;br /&gt;to never have sunlight on your face. &lt;br /&gt;You were content to let me shine, that's your way, &lt;br /&gt;you always walked a step behind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was the one with all the glory, &lt;br /&gt;while you were the one with all the strength. &lt;br /&gt;A beautiful face without a name -- for so long, &lt;br /&gt;a beautiful smile to hide the pain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Did you ever know that you're my hero, &lt;br /&gt;and ev'rything I would like to be? &lt;br /&gt;I can fly higher than an eagle, &lt;br /&gt;'cause you are the wind beneath my wings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might have appeared to go unnoticed, &lt;br /&gt;but I've got it all here in my heart. &lt;br /&gt;I want you to know I know the truth, of course I know it, &lt;br /&gt;I would be nothing with out you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fly, fly, fly away, &lt;br /&gt;you let me fly so high. &lt;br /&gt;Oh, fly, fly, &lt;br /&gt;so high against the sky, so high I almost touch the sky. &lt;br /&gt;Thank you, thank you, thank God for you, &lt;br /&gt;the wind beneath my wings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070596-114767815162584366?l=sencillez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/feeds/114767815162584366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070596&amp;postID=114767815162584366&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/114767815162584366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/114767815162584366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Anne Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17326354688381095027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b274/krisvb/20060211-8489.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070596.post-114742892317971155</id><published>2006-05-12T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T14:22:49.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Sunshine</title><content type='html'>I really had a great summer this year. Having lots of adventures with family, friends and colleagues is a great way of beating the heat. Here are my escapade destinations: &lt;a href="http://anne1kristine.multiply.com/photos/album/8"&gt;Binangonan&lt;/a&gt;, Antipolo (Villa Cristina), Pangasinan (&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/anne1kristine/tags/ourladyofmanaoag/"&gt;Our Lady Of Manaoag&lt;/a&gt;), &lt;a href="http://anne1kristine.multiply.com/photos/album/9"&gt;Baguio&lt;/a&gt;, Tagaytay (&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/anne1kristine/tags/tagaytay/"&gt;sight-seeing&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://rebelpixel.com/photos/labels/banio-kreek/"&gt;Banio Creek Farms&lt;/a&gt;), Taytay (&lt;a href="http://rebelpixel.com/photos/labels/club-manila-east/"&gt;Club Manila East&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4506/529/400/collage1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I just wanna make this entry before sunny days bid goodbye (it rained this morning hahaha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everyone's changing, I stay the same&lt;br /&gt;I'm... a solo cello outside a chorus&lt;br /&gt;I've got a secret,&lt;br /&gt;It's time for me to tell that you've been keeping me warm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just sweet beginnings and bitter endings&lt;br /&gt;In coffee city, we borrowed heaven&lt;br /&gt;Don't give it back, I've never felt so wanted&lt;br /&gt;Are you taking me home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tell me you have to go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* In the heat of summer sunshine&lt;br /&gt;I miss you like nobody else&lt;br /&gt;In the heat of summer sunshine&lt;br /&gt;I kiss you, and nobody needs to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you've left me, there's no returning&lt;br /&gt;I keep comparing, you're always winning&lt;br /&gt;I try to be strong but you'll never be more wanted&lt;br /&gt;Will you make me at home?&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me you have to go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sweet beginnings and bitter en-dings&lt;br /&gt;In coffee city, we borrowed hea-ven&lt;br /&gt;Don't give it back&lt;br /&gt;Winter is coming and I need to stay warm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heat.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070596-114742892317971155?l=sencillez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/feeds/114742892317971155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070596&amp;postID=114742892317971155&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/114742892317971155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/114742892317971155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/2006/05/summer-sunshine.html' title='Summer Sunshine'/><author><name>Anne Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17326354688381095027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b274/krisvb/20060211-8489.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070596.post-114621412231499054</id><published>2006-04-28T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T09:44:32.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My American Idol</title><content type='html'>&lt;img title="Kellie Pickler" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4506/529/200/kellie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We already said goodbye to &lt;a href="http://www.americanidol.com/contestants/kellie_pickler/"&gt;Kellie Pickler&lt;/a&gt;. She &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; my favorite in the &lt;a href="http://www.americanidol.com/"&gt;competition&lt;/a&gt;. Despite being an orphan, she managed to nurture that bubbly personality which, even the judges agree, is very contagious. But then again American Idol is a singing competition, she has her share of flaws in her last two performances. Nevertheless, I really hope we can see her more on the boob tube not only as a singer, but also as an actress like idol &lt;a href="http://www.americanidol.com/contestants/lisa_tucker/"&gt;Lisa Tucker&lt;/a&gt; who is guesting on &lt;a href="http://www.fox.com/oc/"&gt;The OC&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="Chris Daughtry" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4506/529/200/chris.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Well, the show must go on. &lt;a href="http://www.americanidol.com/contestants/katharine_mcphee/"&gt;Katharine&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.americanidol.com/contestants/chris_daughtry/"&gt;Chris&lt;/a&gt; are the highest pointers in the last performance night. Kat is charming but I believe Chris is more talented. I think Chris will win the competition though I really wish &lt;a href="http://www.americanidol.com/contestants/elliott_yamin/"&gt;Eliott&lt;/a&gt; brings h&lt;img title="Eliott Yamin" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4506/529/200/elliott.jpg" border="0" /&gt;ome the bacon. These two guys are actually my &lt;em&gt;new&lt;/em&gt; favorites. Chris rocks and at the same time he's a good family man. These qualities kinda balance his image. Eliott is 'a good soul'. His latest performance even moved Paula to tears. He really is an American Idol :) Please vote for Eliott ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*photos from &lt;a href="http://www.americanidol.com/"&gt;www.americanidol.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070596-114621412231499054?l=sencillez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/feeds/114621412231499054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070596&amp;postID=114621412231499054&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/114621412231499054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/114621412231499054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-american-idol.html' title='My American Idol'/><author><name>Anne Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17326354688381095027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b274/krisvb/20060211-8489.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070596.post-114552396926636282</id><published>2006-04-20T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T18:32:19.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections : Holy Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4506/529/400/DSC00641.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then Jesus, crying with a loud voice, said, "Father, into thy hands I commit my spirit!" And having said this He breathed his last.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke 23:46&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Christ's seventh word, it recounts how He willingly entrusted his life to the Father.  It reminds me of another passage that &lt;a href="http://mintbox.blogger.ph"&gt;Raych&lt;/a&gt; shared to me, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future."  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremiah 29:11 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you feel that all hopes are gone, remember that there is an almighty and loving Father who has always been there for you.  It can even come to a point when you may think that every little thing becomes a major catastrophe.  Think again, things happen for a reason; reasons that our mortal minds sometimes fail to understand.  Its hard, I know, but in His time everything will become clear and things will emerge greater than any plans we've made for ourselves.  Just keep the faith and &lt;em&gt;commit your spirit&lt;/em&gt; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070596-114552396926636282?l=sencillez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/feeds/114552396926636282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070596&amp;postID=114552396926636282&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/114552396926636282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/114552396926636282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/2006/04/reflections-holy-week.html' title='Reflections : Holy Week'/><author><name>Anne Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17326354688381095027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b274/krisvb/20060211-8489.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070596.post-114437797501159236</id><published>2006-04-07T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T11:34:40.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Google Talk Avatars and Themes</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4506/529/320/gtalk.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can now personalize your Gtalk by choosing your very own avatar and theme.  Well this might not sound new to you since these features are already offered by other IM services, but in a workplace where Gtalk is the only IM service allowed, I'd say its a cool improvement ;) Another thing, you can now get Gtalk for Blackberry devices.  Check out these &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/talk/whatsnew.html"&gt;new features&lt;/a&gt;.  Or, get your own &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/talk/"&gt;Gtalk&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070596-114437797501159236?l=sencillez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/feeds/114437797501159236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070596&amp;postID=114437797501159236&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/114437797501159236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/114437797501159236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/2006/04/google-talk-avatars-and-themes.html' title='Google Talk Avatars and Themes'/><author><name>Anne Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17326354688381095027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b274/krisvb/20060211-8489.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070596.post-114422251231037274</id><published>2006-04-05T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T15:35:12.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nips!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4506/529/400/DSC00445.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanna see what happens in a pack of nips&lt;br /&gt;what goes on before they touch my lips&lt;br /&gt;they make a rainbow (chocolate nips)&lt;br /&gt;a choco rainbow (chocolate nips)&lt;br /&gt;and then they cover all the flowers &lt;br /&gt;and they paint the trees&lt;br /&gt;sweet and delicious look at all those treats&lt;br /&gt;so what goes on before they touch my lips?&lt;br /&gt;they make a rainbow&lt;br /&gt;nips! nips!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hahah... just bringing out the child in me ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070596-114422251231037274?l=sencillez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/feeds/114422251231037274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070596&amp;postID=114422251231037274&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/114422251231037274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/114422251231037274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/2006/04/nips.html' title='Nips!'/><author><name>Anne Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17326354688381095027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b274/krisvb/20060211-8489.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070596.post-114404767194845355</id><published>2006-04-03T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T15:01:11.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions : Coming Out</title><content type='html'>A very courageous article written by a good friend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Its like being in limbo. Not knowing where to go or how to get there. You think of yourself, your happiness, your thoughts and your feelings. Then come the people around you, their thoughts, their feelings, their actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   This is my predicament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I am in this stage of life wherein a teener, or in my case, a young adult experiences confusion, uncertainty and undecisiveness in knowing what or who I will be, certain things come into my mind that somewhow always pull me back into this abyss of confusion.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;   Coming out, as they say, is this process. Coming out of the closet with all my emotion, my thoughts and aspirations. Coming out to a world that somehow is still doubtfull of the fact that we do exist. But is it really that easy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   A couple of very close friends have repeatedly told me to just let it all loose, let everybody know the real me. Me whom my closest friends have seen and learned to accept. As my bestfriend placed it, "tingnan mo 'ko, walang problema. Magladlad ka na kasi!"&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   As easy as it might have been for him, i couldn't quite elaborate all the thoughts and worries that i feel whenever they tell me to just come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I was born to a religious family. A family that goes to church two times a week, attends Bible studies almost every night and actively participates in all church activities. A religious family that believes in the existence of only Adam and Eve, no more, no less, nobody in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I was brought up believing that feeling other than what the Bible tells you is a sin. That it will be punished in the flames of hell. That doing something else than what the Holy Scriptures demand will mean eternal damnation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I grew up in the company of relatives that are strict, conforming and conservative. They expect everybody in the family to be normal. Normal according to what the society and the people before them have dictated. Normal in the sense that they can fathom what you think and what you feel, which is contrary to the real me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Coming out to them would mean destroying the most important part of my life. It means putting into waste all the effort and perseverance I have put into earning their trust and respect.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   This is my reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Coming out would mean my family's disgrace, its failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I can very well envision, not only my father, but all of the elders in my family disowning me for being me; raising arguments and discussions reaching the edges of the Holy Scriptures and imposing on me judgment as they knew it would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I can see my relatives looking at me as if peeling off my skin, trying to get to the bottom of my soul. To pull out and remove that unworthy part of me they deem sinful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   This is me coming out. As horrid as it may seem, this is what I see when I come out. The thought of losing my family alone takes the conviction and courage out of me to declare that this is me out of my shell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i'll be like this until i grow old. A fool who can never stand up for what he really feels, what he really is. But as long as my family stays well and respected, everything will have to come in as second priority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                      --- Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4506/529/320/Cardinal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As Rustom Padilla (an actor who recently admitted that he is gay) put it, "I'd call it &lt;strong&gt;sexual orientation&lt;/strong&gt;, not sexual preference because this is not a &lt;strong&gt;choice&lt;/strong&gt;."  No, I'm not gay, but I believe that gays (and lesbians) are women trapped in a man's body (and vice versa).  I think that the essence of their sexuality is unfairly tainted.  Last week I've seen IC Mendoza (an actor who is open about his sexuality) talking to his father in a show.  He was really worried because his father might not accept him for who he is, but during the course of the talk, it seemed that his father somehow tried to understand his point.  I thought that IC would be relieved, but the nerve-wracking emotion on his face never went out.  Maybe he was still scared, still worried.  Again I quote Rustom, "I'm not just a gay person, I'm a &lt;strong&gt;person&lt;/strong&gt; who happens to be gay."  Well I have two wishes: I wish that those who haven't come out yet may have the courage to liberate themselves; more importantly, I wish that people around them may let them do that; let them live freely in this &lt;strong&gt;free&lt;/strong&gt; world.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070596-114404767194845355?l=sencillez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/feeds/114404767194845355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070596&amp;postID=114404767194845355&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/114404767194845355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/114404767194845355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/2006/04/confessions-coming-out.html' title='Confessions : Coming Out'/><author><name>Anne Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17326354688381095027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b274/krisvb/20060211-8489.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070596.post-114282162647532681</id><published>2006-03-20T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T10:35:17.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lately...</title><content type='html'>I'm not posting this because Melissa McGhee forgot Mr. Wonder's lyrics in American Idol (she actually paid the price by saying goodbye in last week's elimination). I just love the song ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4506/529/320/Violet_bar1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lately &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;by Stevie Wonder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I have had this strangest feeling,&lt;br /&gt;with no vivid reason here to find.&lt;br /&gt;Yet the thought of losing you has been hanging, round my mind...&lt;br /&gt;Far more frequently you're wearing perfume,&lt;br /&gt;with you sayin', "No special place to go"&lt;br /&gt;But when I ask when you'll be coming back soon,&lt;br /&gt;you don't know, never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Well, I'm a man of many wishes,&lt;br /&gt;I hope my premonition misses,&lt;br /&gt;but what I really feel, my eyes won't let me hide,&lt;br /&gt;cause they always start to cry.&lt;br /&gt;cause this time could mean goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've been staring in the mirror,&lt;br /&gt;very slowly picking me apart.&lt;br /&gt;Tryin' to tell myself I have no reason, with your heart.&lt;br /&gt;Just the other night while you were sleeping,&lt;br /&gt;I vaguely heard you whisper someone's name.&lt;br /&gt;But when I asked you of the thoughts you're keeping,&lt;br /&gt;you just say, nothing's changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070596-114282162647532681?l=sencillez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/feeds/114282162647532681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070596&amp;postID=114282162647532681&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/114282162647532681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/114282162647532681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/2006/03/lately.html' title='lately...'/><author><name>Anne Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17326354688381095027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b274/krisvb/20060211-8489.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070596.post-114224439876816419</id><published>2006-03-13T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T18:10:44.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nail in the Fence</title><content type='html'>A friend e-mailed me this very inspiring story.  Read on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4506/529/320/Nail_%28engineering%29.jpg" border="0" title="image from Wikipedia. Photographer: Walter J. Pilsak, Waldsassen." /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;There once was a little boy who had a bad temper.  His father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, he must hammer a nail into the back of the fence.  The first day the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence.  Over the next few weeks, as he learned to control his anger, the number of nails hammered daily gradually dwindled down.  He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the day came when the boy didn't lose his temper at all.  He told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days passed and the young boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone.  The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence.  He said, "You have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence.  The fence will never be the same.  When you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like this one.  You can put a knife in a man and draw it out.  It won't matter how many times you say I'm sorry, the wound is still there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A verbal wound is as bad as a physical one.  Friends are very rare jewels, indeed.  They make you smile and encourage you to succeed.  They lend an ear, they share words of praise and they always want to open their hearts to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU ARE MY FRIEND AND I AM HONORED!&lt;br /&gt;Please forgive me if I have ever left a hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times when we get so mad that we tend to utter nasty things even if we don't mean them.  As recounted in the article, 'a verbal wound is as bad as a physical one,' let me just add, sometimes it's even worse.  Of course we know that we can apologize for the things said and admit that they are just spur of the moment stuff; but like what the story implies, a repugnant scar remains.  Most of the time it's not just a 'wording' issue.  It boils down to respect, I believe lack of it is what leaves those holes.  Next time you get so mad, that you tend to verbalize your anger in an ill-mannered way, try to keep your silence... then think... do you mean what you're about to say? Is it really what you wanna say and the way you want to say it?  Is it worth the pain that you might cause?  I hope the article can help you avoid leaving those holes :)  And if you're someone who has been left with holes, remember that &lt;a href="http://sencillez.blogspot.com/2006/02/ugly.html"&gt;you are very special&lt;/a&gt; and you shouldn't let anybody bring you down with those offensive words.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Please forgive me if I have ever left a hole :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070596-114224439876816419?l=sencillez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/feeds/114224439876816419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070596&amp;postID=114224439876816419&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/114224439876816419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/114224439876816419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/2006/03/nail-in-fence.html' title='Nail in the Fence'/><author><name>Anne Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17326354688381095027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b274/krisvb/20060211-8489.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070596.post-114198146572343153</id><published>2006-03-10T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T17:15:55.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Mosaic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4506/529/1600/a_0001.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4506/529/320/a_0001.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my very own photo mosaic ;)  After trying out several mosaic makers, I finally settled with Mosaic Creator.  It's shareware and you can download it from the &lt;a href="http://www.aolej.com/mosaic/download.htm"&gt;Mosaic Creator's&lt;/a&gt; homepage.  What's good about this tool is that you can manipulate the clarity of the main picture vs. the  tiled pictures, a feature not usually offered by other tools of this type.  It also has  a wide range of tile patterns that you can choose from.  You can try it out by downloading the trial version which is good for 30 days.  If you want a freeware for making mosaics, you can try using &lt;a href="http://www.andreaplanet.com/andreamosaic/"&gt;Andrea Mosaic&lt;/a&gt;, though of course the first one has more features to offer. 1,350 pictures are better in 1 ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Markku&lt;a href="http://rebelpixel.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, thanks for those beautiful pics ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070596-114198146572343153?l=sencillez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/feeds/114198146572343153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070596&amp;postID=114198146572343153&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/114198146572343153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/114198146572343153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/2006/03/photo-mosaic.html' title='Photo Mosaic'/><author><name>Anne Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17326354688381095027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b274/krisvb/20060211-8489.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070596.post-114171974969093682</id><published>2006-03-07T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T16:23:54.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can You Tickle Yourself?</title><content type='html'>Have you ever tried to tickle yourself? Sounds weird huh, but seriously, did it ever work?  Here's an interesting article from the Discovery Channel News, "&lt;a href="http://dsc.discovery.com/news/briefs/20060306/tickling_hum_02.html"&gt;Study Shows Why We Can't Tickle Ourselves&lt;/a&gt;."  Read on and find out why you can't (or even can) tickle your self ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4506/529/400/clipart_bodyparts_smiley_009.gif" border="0" title="from gifanimations.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the other side of tickling...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People don't just tickle to elicit laughter, some use the act as a form of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tickling"&gt;torture&lt;/a&gt;.  The type of criminal punishment was first used by the Roman Empire calling the method "Goat's tongue."   The method was also said to be used in Ancient China.  "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chinese_tickle_torture"&gt;Chinese tickle torture&lt;/a&gt;" as they call it,  refers to the act of tying a victim and excessively tickling him therefore making him subject to extreme pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070596-114171974969093682?l=sencillez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/feeds/114171974969093682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070596&amp;postID=114171974969093682&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/114171974969093682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/114171974969093682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/2006/03/can-you-tickle-yourself.html' title='Can You Tickle Yourself?'/><author><name>Anne Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17326354688381095027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b274/krisvb/20060211-8489.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070596.post-114137711291081910</id><published>2006-03-03T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T17:11:52.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess who's having a BIRTHDAY...</title><content type='html'>It was the 5th of March 1979 when a cute chubby li'l baby was born... still don't get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4506/529/320/DSC00307.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's good looking (o ayan ha :P)&lt;br /&gt;he's sweet&lt;br /&gt;he's loving&lt;br /&gt;he's thoughtful&lt;br /&gt;he's dignified&lt;br /&gt;he's intelligent&lt;br /&gt;he's a good &lt;a href="http://rebelpixel.com/"&gt;writer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's a good &lt;a href="http://rebelpixel.com/photos/"&gt;photographer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's a good &lt;a href="http://rebelpixel.com/archives/2006/02/25/11-years-of-pop-ratio/"&gt;guitarist&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's family-loving&lt;br /&gt;he's God-fearing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a Happy Happy Birthday &lt;a href="http://rebelpixel.com/"&gt;Markku&lt;/a&gt;.  May your day be filled with joyful memories.  You have what it takes to make all your dreams come true, so seize each coming day.  I know God will help you do your best :) I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4506/529/320/DSC00204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070596-114137711291081910?l=sencillez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/feeds/114137711291081910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070596&amp;postID=114137711291081910&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/114137711291081910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/114137711291081910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/2006/03/guess-whos-having-birthday.html' title='Guess who&apos;s having a BIRTHDAY...'/><author><name>Anne Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17326354688381095027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b274/krisvb/20060211-8489.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070596.post-114102174932540735</id><published>2006-02-27T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T14:29:09.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugly</title><content type='html'>There comes a point in our lives when no matter how confident we are of our well-being we suddenly find ourselves feeling worthless, unimportant or simply... &lt;em&gt;ugly&lt;/em&gt;.  And no matter how hard we try to pick ourselves up there are people who seem to pull us down for them to feel better about themselves.  Well, let this song remind you that you're very special and that you don't have to be bothered.. &lt;em&gt;because people are all the same :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4506/529/320/DSC00259.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ugly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Sugababes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was 7&lt;br /&gt;They said I was strange&lt;br /&gt;I noticed that my eyes and hair weren't the same&lt;br /&gt;I asked my parents if I was OK&lt;br /&gt;They said you're more beautiful&lt;br /&gt;And that's the way they show that they wish&lt;br /&gt;They had your smile&lt;br /&gt;So my confidence was up for a while&lt;br /&gt;I got real comfortable with my own style&lt;br /&gt;I knew that they were only jealous 'cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;People are all the same&lt;br /&gt;And we only get judged by what we do&lt;br /&gt;My personality reflects me&lt;br /&gt;And if I'm ugly then&lt;br /&gt;So are you&lt;br /&gt;So are you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a time when I felt like I cared&lt;br /&gt;That I was shorter than everyone there&lt;br /&gt;People made me feel like life was unfair&lt;br /&gt;And I did things that made me ashamed&lt;br /&gt;Cos I didn't know my body would change&lt;br /&gt;I grew taller than them in more ways&lt;br /&gt;But there will always be the one who will say&lt;br /&gt;Something bad to make them feel great&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody talks bad about somebody&lt;br /&gt;And never realizes how it affects somebody&lt;br /&gt;And you bet it won't be forgotten&lt;br /&gt;Envy is the only thing it could be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070596-114102174932540735?l=sencillez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/feeds/114102174932540735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070596&amp;postID=114102174932540735&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/114102174932540735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/114102174932540735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/2006/02/ugly.html' title='Ugly'/><author><name>Anne Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17326354688381095027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b274/krisvb/20060211-8489.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070596.post-114049347603849766</id><published>2006-02-21T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T10:17:00.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>spread your wings dear butterfly</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4506/529/320/On_the_flower.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lainencarnacion.blogspot.com/archives/2004_11_08_lainencarnacion_archive.html"&gt;What Could Have Happened to the Little Prince?&lt;/a&gt; -- a great story written by a friend.  It's actually his own sequel to the Little Prince's story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times when we are given the opportunity to relish wonderful moments, whether these be trying or joyful times, with other people.  We sometimes wish that we can freeze that very exact moment and keep it in the depths of our marrows just to keep us alive.  But life doesn't work that way... we are only given seasons, fleeting moments that we have to enjoy as they come our way, for a day may come when a certain season will end... and memories are only what we are left with.  But never fear the vicissitude, for spring is coming with a lovelier sunshine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070596-114049347603849766?l=sencillez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/feeds/114049347603849766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070596&amp;postID=114049347603849766&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/114049347603849766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/114049347603849766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/2006/02/spread-your-wings-dear-butterfly.html' title='spread your wings dear butterfly'/><author><name>Anne Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17326354688381095027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b274/krisvb/20060211-8489.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070596.post-113956498199255610</id><published>2006-02-10T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T17:49:58.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentines Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4506/529/400/clipart_love_004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Here are 100 ways of saying i love you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English - I love you&lt;br /&gt;Afrikaans - Ek het jou lief&lt;br /&gt;Albanian - Te dua&lt;br /&gt;Arabic - Ana behibak (to male)&lt;br /&gt;Arabic - Ana behibek (to female) &lt;br /&gt;Armenian - Yes kez sirumen&lt;br /&gt;Bambara - M'bi fe&lt;br /&gt;Bangla - Aamee tuma ke bhalo aashi &lt;br /&gt;Belarusian - Ya tabe kahayu&lt;br /&gt;Bisaya - Nahigugma ako kanimo&lt;br /&gt;Bulgarian - Obicham te&lt;br /&gt;Cambodian - Soro lahn nhee ah&lt;br /&gt;Cantonese Chinese - Ngo oiy ney a &lt;br /&gt;Catalan - T'estimo&lt;br /&gt;Cheyenne - Ne mohotatse&lt;br /&gt;Chichewa - Ndimakukonda&lt;br /&gt;Corsican - Ti tengu caru (to male) &lt;br /&gt;Creol - Mi aime jou&lt;br /&gt;Croatian - Volim te&lt;br /&gt;Czech - Miluji te&lt;br /&gt;Danish - Jeg Elsker Dig&lt;br /&gt;Dutch - Ik hou van jou&lt;br /&gt;Elf (from The Lord of The Rings, by J.R.R. Tolkien)- "le melin" (thanks Markus)&lt;br /&gt;Esperanto - Mi amas vin&lt;br /&gt;Estonian - Ma armastan sind&lt;br /&gt;Ethiopian - Afgreki'&lt;br /&gt;Faroese - Eg elski teg&lt;br /&gt;Farsi - Doset daram&lt;br /&gt;Filipino - Mahal kita&lt;br /&gt;Finnish - Mina rakastan sinua&lt;br /&gt;French - Je t'aime, Je t'adore&lt;br /&gt;Frisian - Ik hâld fan dy &lt;br /&gt;Gaelic - Ta gra agam ort&lt;br /&gt;Georgian - Mikvarhar&lt;br /&gt;German - Ich liebe dich&lt;br /&gt;Greek - S'agapo&lt;br /&gt;Gujarati - Hoo thunay prem karoo choo &lt;br /&gt;Hiligaynon - Palangga ko ikaw&lt;br /&gt;Hawaiian - Aloha Au Ia`oe (Thanks Craig)&lt;br /&gt;Hebrew - Ani ohev otah (to female) &lt;br /&gt;Hebrew - Ani ohev et otha (to male) &lt;br /&gt;Hiligaynon - Guina higugma ko ikaw &lt;br /&gt;Hindi - Hum Tumhe Pyar Karte hae&lt;br /&gt;Hmong - Kuv hlub koj&lt;br /&gt;Hopi - Nu' umi unangwa'ta&lt;br /&gt;Hungarian - Szeretlek&lt;br /&gt;Icelandic - Eg elska tig&lt;br /&gt;Ilonggo - Palangga ko ikaw&lt;br /&gt;Indonesian - Saya cinta padamu&lt;br /&gt;Inuit - Negligevapse&lt;br /&gt;Irish - Taim i' ngra leat&lt;br /&gt;Italian - Ti amo&lt;br /&gt;Japanese - Aishiteru&lt;br /&gt;Kannada - Naanu ninna preetisuttene &lt;br /&gt;Kapampangan - Kaluguran daka&lt;br /&gt;Kiswahili - Nakupenda&lt;br /&gt;Konkani - Tu magel moga cho&lt;br /&gt;Korean - Sarang Heyo&lt;br /&gt;Latin - Te amo&lt;br /&gt;Latvian - Es tevi miilu&lt;br /&gt;Lebanese - Bahibak&lt;br /&gt;Lithuanian - Tave myliu&lt;br /&gt;Malay - Saya cintakan mu / Aku cinta padamu &lt;br /&gt;Malayalam - Njan Ninne Premikunnu&lt;br /&gt;Mandarin Chinese - Wo ai ni&lt;br /&gt;Marathi - Me tula prem karto&lt;br /&gt;Mohawk - Kanbhik&lt;br /&gt;Moroccan - Ana moajaba bik&lt;br /&gt;Nahuatl - Ni mits neki&lt;br /&gt;Navaho - Ayor anosh'ni&lt;br /&gt;Norwegian - Jeg Elsker Deg&lt;br /&gt;Pandacan - Syota na kita!!&lt;br /&gt;Pangasinan - Inaru Taka&lt;br /&gt;Papiamento - Mi ta stimabo&lt;br /&gt;Persian - Doo-set daaram&lt;br /&gt;Pig Latin - Iay ovlay ouyay&lt;br /&gt;Polish - Kocham Ciebie&lt;br /&gt;Portuguese - Eu te amo&lt;br /&gt;Romanian - Te iubesc&lt;br /&gt;Russian - Ya tebya liubliu&lt;br /&gt;Scot Gaelic - Tha gra\dh agam ort &lt;br /&gt;Serbian - Volim te&lt;br /&gt;Setswana - Ke a go rata&lt;br /&gt;Sign Language - ,\,,/ (represents position of fingers when signing'I Love You')&lt;br /&gt;Sindhi - Maa tokhe pyar kendo ahyan &lt;br /&gt;Sioux - Techihhila&lt;br /&gt;Slovak - Lu`bim ta&lt;br /&gt;Slovenian - Ljubim te&lt;br /&gt;Spanish - Te quiero / Te amo&lt;br /&gt;Swahili - Ninapenda wewe&lt;br /&gt;Swedish - Jag alskar dig&lt;br /&gt;Swiss-German - Ich lieb Di&lt;br /&gt;Surinam - Mi lobi joe &lt;br /&gt;Tagalog - Mahal kita&lt;br /&gt;Taiwanese - Wa ga ei li&lt;br /&gt;Tahitian - Ua Here Vau Ia Oe&lt;br /&gt;Tamil - Nan unnai kathalikaraen&lt;br /&gt;Telugu - Nenu ninnu premistunnanu &lt;br /&gt;Thai - Chan rak khun (to male)&lt;br /&gt;Thai - Phom rak khun (to female) &lt;br /&gt;Turkish - Seni Seviyorum&lt;br /&gt;Ukrainian - Ya tebe kahayu&lt;br /&gt;Urdu - mai aap say pyaar karta hoo &lt;br /&gt;Vietnamese - Anh ye^u em (to female) &lt;br /&gt;Vietnamese - Em ye^u anh (to male) &lt;br /&gt;Welsh - 'Rwy'n dy garu di &lt;br /&gt;Yiddish - Ikh hob dikh&lt;br /&gt;Yoruba - Mo ni fe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;... ang macornyhan bitter lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070596-113956498199255610?l=sencillez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/feeds/113956498199255610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070596&amp;postID=113956498199255610&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/113956498199255610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/113956498199255610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentines Day'/><author><name>Anne Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17326354688381095027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b274/krisvb/20060211-8489.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070596.post-113929348365634003</id><published>2006-02-07T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T14:24:43.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Price of Prizes</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4506/529/320/_41293746_grieving_416_ap.jpg" title="from news.bbc.co.uk" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was late night last friday when we passed along ULTRA in Ortigas.  We were quite curious of the reason behind the flocking of a huge crowd.  I thought it was one of those Pacquiao celebrations, or perhaps EDSA 4 since most of the people were of class C.  I was shocked when I found out the next day that there was a stampede - the &lt;a href="http://now.abs-cbn.com/episodedetails.aspx?showid=48&amp;epid=6947&amp;amp;isep=1&amp;showlink=0"&gt;ULTRA Stampede&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact wouldn't sink in.  I tried to recall the hopeful faces of those people the other night, they looked ecstatic for the coming event.  Wowowee's (a noontime game/variety show) first year anniversary celebration was supposed to be a jolly event, but it turned out to be a creepy drama.  At least 70 people died and hundreds were injured. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen an interview where a sociologist explained that if not for the people's selfishness, none of it could have happened.  She said that not only  poor people were present in the said gathering, well-to-do individuals were also there.  Imagine those people stepping or running over the corpses around them, not to escape from the tragic scene, but to continue haggling for tickets! Isn't that crazy?!  Reminds me of zombies in Resident Evil :( .  These people were desperate, they lined up for days, hungry and tired, persisting just to get that 'chance' to bring home the bacon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was teary-eyed when I saw a tribute video clip, I can't help but pity those kids and elderly victims.  I remember my &lt;a href="http://sencillez.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-sacrifice.html"&gt;grandma&lt;/a&gt; when she took her last breath upon seeing some footages of people fighting for their lives in the hospitals.  I watched a guy cry his apologies out saying that he shouldn't have gone there and wrangled for the chance to win if it was his mother's life, which is priceless, that he had to lose in return.  I was deeply touched when I saw a macho guy cry for his four year old who passed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think there's sense in pointing fingers at anyone.  Technically speaking, it's the policemen's job to investigate who's at fault.  Looking at it in a macro perspective, like what my fiddle teacher and a &lt;a href="http://rebelpixel.com/archives/2006/02/05/ultra-stampede/#comments"&gt;couple of friends&lt;/a&gt; said, it's clear to see that the system is a crap.  I believe all of us have our share of fault, and each of us has his own role to play.  Quoting my &lt;a href="http://rebelpixel.com/archives/2006/02/05/ultra-stampede/#comments"&gt;comment&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" ... Think about it, an uneducated worker tries to feed his family of five with 200 bucks a day which is only a portion of a socialite’s lunch spending. Its a fact - the system sucks, but we cannot just stand there and let the system eat us alive. We have to start with something. As the passage goes, “for unto whomsoever much is given, of him shall be much required: and to whom men have committed much, of him they will ask the more.” Luke 12:48. But this doesn’t mean that the rich should feed the poor all their lives ... “give a man a fish and you feed him for a day, teach a man to fish and you feed him for a lifetime.” Those who are being helped should also play their part by helping themselves ... bayanihan is the perfect term for it. It’s not a perfect world, I know, but with love, respect and faith it can be better... "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Pacquiao's triumph, let's take Wowowee's loss an opportunity for us to unite.  I was glad to know that Eat Bulaga, the contending program, extended its sympathy instead of taking the issue against Wowowee.  Maybe most of us are so jaded by these happennings but our past failures should never stop us from &lt;a href="http://sencillez.blogspot.com/2006/01/love-peace-respect-joy-hope-and-faith_06.html"&gt;dreaming of a better world&lt;/a&gt;.  Each of us can help by doing our part, and by keeping the faith.  Let's continue praying for the souls of those who passed away and for the hearts of those they left behind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070596-113929348365634003?l=sencillez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/feeds/113929348365634003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070596&amp;postID=113929348365634003&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/113929348365634003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/113929348365634003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/2006/02/price-of-prizes.html' title='The Price of Prizes'/><author><name>Anne Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17326354688381095027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b274/krisvb/20060211-8489.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070596.post-113861621427481725</id><published>2006-01-30T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T19:38:54.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because we miss you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://mintbox.blogger.ph"&gt;Raych&lt;/a&gt; here are three reasons why you should come back here hehehe ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KFC SM Mega Mall Building A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They still have KFC in building B but the one in building A is much bigger.    It even has a playplace (and &lt;a href="http://malditabratinella.blogspot.com"&gt;Jen&lt;/a&gt; badly wants to enter it, though she is not allowed to), a dessert counter and a function room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Envy our gravyyyy hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4506/529/200/DSC00173.jpg" title="this is Markku's food ok? heheh" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4506/529/200/DSC00175.jpg" title="this is Markku's food ok? heheh" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;McDonalds El Pueblo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, we were not in McDo St. Francis, and yes! McDo El Pueblo just opened.  I think their terrace is cool, we should hang out there sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are our pics with some mascots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4506/529/320/mcdo2.1.jpg" title="birdie, me, grimace and jen" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4506/529/320/mcdo.0.jpg" title="birdie and me" border="0" /&gt;   &lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4506/529/320/mcdo1.0.jpg" title="birdie, me and grimace" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yellow Cab SM Mega Mall Building A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's beside KFC.  It's probably three times the size of Yellow Cab at St. Francis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Care for some hot wings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4506/529/200/yellowcab.0.jpg" title="lotsa seats" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4506/529/200/yellowcab1.jpg" title="12:20, where's our food!" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4506/529/200/yellowcab2.jpg" title="jen's hungry" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4506/529/200/yellowcab3.jpg" title="i'm verrry hungry" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'd love to visit these new restaurants with you Raych!  Baby come back.. hahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070596-113861621427481725?l=sencillez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/feeds/113861621427481725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070596&amp;postID=113861621427481725&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/113861621427481725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/113861621427481725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/2006/01/because-we-miss-you.html' title='Because we miss you...'/><author><name>Anne Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17326354688381095027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b274/krisvb/20060211-8489.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070596.post-113823989085747253</id><published>2006-01-26T09:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T09:44:50.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Green! Green! Green!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4506/529/320/green_s.gif" border="0" /&gt; You're green, the color of growth and vigor. Good-hearted and giving, you have a knack for finding and bringing out the best in people. Green is the most down-to-earth color in the spectrum — reliable and trustworthy. People know they can count on you to be around in times of need, since your concern for people is genuine and sincere. You take pride in being a good friend. For you, success is measured in terms of personal achievement and growth, not by status or position. Rare as emeralds, greens are wonderful, natural people. It truly is your color!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your &lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/color/?test=colorogt"&gt;color&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070596-113823989085747253?l=sencillez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/feeds/113823989085747253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070596&amp;postID=113823989085747253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/113823989085747253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/113823989085747253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/2006/01/green-green-green.html' title='Green! Green! Green!'/><author><name>Anne Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17326354688381095027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b274/krisvb/20060211-8489.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070596.post-113809588622684772</id><published>2006-01-24T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T19:57:10.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sana Naman</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;by Session Road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eto nag-aaway na naman tayo&lt;br /&gt;namomroblema, nagpapahiya&lt;br /&gt;minsan pinalalampas ko na lng&lt;br /&gt;kahit nasasaktan&lt;br /&gt;paano na lang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayoko na ng kunwarian,nakakailang&lt;br /&gt;nakakapagod pag-usapan&lt;br /&gt;'la ring pupuntahan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sana naman&lt;br /&gt;maibalik ang nakaraan&lt;br /&gt;at nang matutunan&lt;br /&gt;na 'wag kang iwanan&lt;br /&gt;sana naman&lt;br /&gt;maibalik ang nakaraan&lt;br /&gt;ng 'di sya masayang&lt;br /&gt;sana ako'y, pakinggan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eto binabalewala mo lang ako&lt;br /&gt;nagmamakaawa, ako'y nagpapaunawa&lt;br /&gt;pero kahit na ang labo mo&lt;br /&gt;aking papatunayan&lt;br /&gt;na tanging ikaw lang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sana...sana..sana...sana naman...sana......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070596-113809588622684772?l=sencillez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/feeds/113809588622684772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070596&amp;postID=113809588622684772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/113809588622684772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/113809588622684772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/2006/01/sana-naman.html' title='Sana Naman'/><author><name>Anne Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17326354688381095027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b274/krisvb/20060211-8489.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070596.post-113801352187628731</id><published>2006-01-23T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T19:01:35.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sun Certified Programmer daw oh :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4506/529/200/DSC00200.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was November last year when I took the &lt;a href="http://www.sun.com/training/catalog/courses/CX-310-035.xml"&gt;Sun Certified Programmer for the Java 2 Platform, Standard Edition 1.4 (CX-310-035) exam&lt;/a&gt;.  The test, according to the Sun site, 'is for programmers experienced in using the basic syntax and structure of the Java programming language.'  My original plan was to take it this year but the company's training department announced that they have spare &lt;a href="http://www.prometric.com/Default.htm "&gt;Sun vouchers&lt;/a&gt; that will expire in barely two weeks.  Since I thought that I'm better in cramming (hehehe pasaway) than in long-time reviewing, I, along with other officemates took the risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exam consists of 62 questions and the passing score is 52% (that's 32 out of 61).  The review guideline says that you should have 6-12 months java programming experience.  Personally speaking, I think that reading reviewers and taking mock exams can do you more good than having actual experience but not reading at all (well of course experience + review is a win-win situation :)).  Not that actual coding experience won't help you, it's just that most of the questions are based on the standard features of the language, and some of these features are not commonly used by programmers.  One thing to remember when reading review materials: don't let the idea that 'the exam is very very tricky' get deep into you.  Thinking about that while taking the exam will cause more confusion.  And don't let your nerves overcome you. And one more thing! choose a good testing center :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were advised to read the following books:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sun Certified Programmer &amp; Developer for Java 2 Study Guide&lt;/span&gt; (Exam 310-035 &amp; 310-027) by Kathy Sierra, Bert Bates &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Addison Wesley-Programmer's Guide to Java Certification&lt;/span&gt;, A Comprehensive Primer, Second Edition-fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would recommend Bates since it discusses the topics in a very interesting way. Both books have sample questions at the end of every chapter, answers are also provided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following are some mock exams that you can find on the net:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.javaranch.com/roundup.jsp"&gt;Java Ranch  Rule Roundup Game&lt;/a&gt; - good to start with since it's easier compared to other mock exams &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jchq.net/"&gt;Marcus Green Mock Exams&lt;/a&gt; - questions are comparable to the actual exam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the advent of Java 5, Sun also released this new certification exam:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sun.com/training/catalog/courses/CX-310-055.xml"&gt;Sun Certified Programmer for the Java 2 Platform, Standard Edition 5.0 (CX-310-055)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this update exam for those who have already taken the Java 2 Platform exam:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sun.com/training/catalog/courses/CX-310-056.xml"&gt;Sun Certified Programmer for the Java 2 Platform, Standard Edition 5.0 Upgrade Exam (CX-310-056)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070596-113801352187628731?l=sencillez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/feeds/113801352187628731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070596&amp;postID=113801352187628731&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/113801352187628731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/113801352187628731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/2006/01/sun-certified-programmer-daw-oh.html' title='Sun Certified Programmer daw oh :)'/><author><name>Anne Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17326354688381095027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b274/krisvb/20060211-8489.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070596.post-113654154422841896</id><published>2006-01-06T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T09:28:23.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love, Peace, Respect, Joy, Hope and Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="from FreeFoto.com" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4506/529/320/11_07_95_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 pm - we were on our way home when the cab driver suddenly pulled over in the middle of the road and rolled the window down to witness something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked to see almost half of a man's body situated under a revo, his bicycle lying beside him. Whenever I witness this type of accident I always take pity on the person who is run into. Not this time. The cab driver recounts that he saw the man drive his way towards the revo, he seemed drunk. He said that he also saw the revo slow down when the latter's driver eyed the man on his bike. What really struck me was the reaction of the man who's driving the revo. When the thing happened, he immediately got off the car, approached the injured, and in a panicky voice said, " Ano po nangyyayari sa inyo?!!!" Considering the situation and the fact that he looks way older than the injured, I was expecting him to say "@#%&amp; anong problema mo?!", or "#$%^# nagpapakamatay ka ba?" Instead of anger, I saw pity and worry on the man's eyes. He was trembling to carry he guy as he asked for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This made me ponder. When everything seems annoying and irritating, it will never be fair to think that the world is so cruel. I know that there are many who are like that 'cool guy' but his sole existence will make you think that there is always a reason to do our part in making our world a better place (sounds cliche huh?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recall another story worth recounting. I was a working student back then; I worked for Pizza Hut. I was assigned at the dining area that day and was quite busy. I served several tables and was shocked when I saw that one of the tables was already vacated. There were many incidents when customers take advantage of peak periods and 'run away' immediately after eating without paying their bill. I was about to cry thinking about the big bill left by the customers. My hope that they will come back almost faded away as an hour passed. Still I prayed. I don't know if it's a miracle... they came back! They didn't actually 'run away' they just forgot to pay the bill because they were chatting on their way out. I was teary-eyed when I talked to the customers. I almost gave one of them a hug. I said "thank you talaga ma'am as in sobra ang bait nyo po." Then she replied, "it's okay, mabait ka din kasi." My manager gave me a sincere smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you go, these stories are sparks of hope for those who feel like the whole world turned them down. You might grow weary and tired of doing what's right when you think that everyone around you are so focused on their wrongdoings. Try to see the good side of every man or every situation. Surely even the most cruel criminal has a soft spot :). Just always do what's right and everything will fall in its place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to a &lt;strong&gt;New Year&lt;/strong&gt; full of &lt;strong&gt;Love&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Peace&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Respect&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Joy&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Hope&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Faith&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Galatians 6:9&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let us not be weary in doing good, for we will reap in due season, if we don't give up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070596-113654154422841896?l=sencillez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/feeds/113654154422841896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070596&amp;postID=113654154422841896&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/113654154422841896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/113654154422841896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/2006/01/love-peace-respect-joy-hope-and-faith_06.html' title='Love, Peace, Respect, Joy, Hope and Faith'/><author><name>Anne Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17326354688381095027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b274/krisvb/20060211-8489.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070596.post-113584177322094305</id><published>2005-12-29T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T15:36:13.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have A Joyous New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be inspired... and inspire others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make a &lt;a href="http://nc.nokia-asia.com/worldwidewish/"&gt;wish&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas!!! Have a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blessed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joyous&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; New Year everyone :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070596-113584177322094305?l=sencillez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/feeds/113584177322094305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070596&amp;postID=113584177322094305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/113584177322094305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/113584177322094305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/2005/12/have-joyous-new-year.html' title='Have A Joyous New Year'/><author><name>Anne Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17326354688381095027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b274/krisvb/20060211-8489.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070596.post-113522963174528194</id><published>2005-12-22T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T13:48:21.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishlist ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Here's my Christmas wishlist.. heheheh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4506/529/320/Tree_1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sony Ericsson k750i&lt;br /&gt;2. IPod Video&lt;br /&gt;3. Guess watch&lt;br /&gt;4. Wi-fi card for my palm zire 72 &lt;br /&gt;5. Metal case for my palm&lt;br /&gt;6. Victoria's Secret (Love Spell) cologne&lt;br /&gt;7. Pink Panther black with pink prints umbrella from Watson's&lt;br /&gt;8. Hair curler&lt;br /&gt;9. sincerest and warmest greetings from my friends especially those who I haven't get in touch with for a long time :)&lt;br /&gt;10. World peace.. hahahhaha, no seriously .. WORLD PEACE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070596-113522963174528194?l=sencillez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/feeds/113522963174528194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070596&amp;postID=113522963174528194&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/113522963174528194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/113522963174528194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/2005/12/wishlist.html' title='Wishlist ...'/><author><name>Anne Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17326354688381095027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b274/krisvb/20060211-8489.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070596.post-113464811442381153</id><published>2005-12-15T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T20:13:21.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Your Ordinary Kikay Film</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://maximooliveros.tripod.com/mgapics.htm" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4506/529/320/posterwithdatecopy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Ang Pagdadalaga Ni Maximo Oliveros&lt;/strong&gt;. I've heard about this movie in Pinoy Big Brother. That was when Big Brother showed the film to the remaining housemates saying that the cd was a 'good deed' from Sam. After seeing some of the movie's scenes in PBB, I thought that it was quite an interesting film. I was surprised to know that it is being shown in local &lt;a href="http://www.clickthecity.com/movies/movie.asp?movid=9396" target="_blank"&gt;cinemas&lt;/a&gt;. I watched the film without having second thoughts about it. I have many bisexual, gay friends and I really find their viewpoints interesting. Aside from that, I can also say that I'm curious about experimental films.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was overwhelmed to realize that I got more than what I expected. The story did not solely focus on homosexuality issues. It tackled important issues like poverty, family values and unconditional love. Aside from the great theme, the film was also graced with superb actors. They were sooo good that the drama will make you feel that you actually belong to their world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.manilatimes.net/national/2005/sept/04/yehey/weekend/20050904week1.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4506/529/320/weekend.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nathan Lopez, the lead actor is not very 'Maxi' in real life (seeing him portray Maximo will make you think otherwise, at ang taray! herbench ang tops nya hahah). Yes, he is straight and he goes to a Christian school in Quezon City. He has had several acting stints in ABS-CBN. Ping Medina, son of Pen Medina, also imparted his incomparable acting prowess in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the film's awards and nominations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Golden Zenith Award for Best Picture &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Montreal World Film Festival 2005&lt;br /&gt;First Films Competition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jury Prize for&lt;br /&gt;Best Picture and Best Actor, Best Production Design&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinemalaya Philippines&lt;br /&gt;Independent Film Festival 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nominated for&lt;br /&gt;Best Picture, Best Director and Best Actor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asian Festival of First Films 2005&lt;br /&gt;Singapore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Official Selection&lt;/strong&gt;San Francisco International&lt;br /&gt;Film Festival 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finalist&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World Cinema Competition&lt;br /&gt;Sundance Film Festival 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Visit the movie's &lt;a href="http://maximooliveros.tripod.com" target="_blank"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt; or Maxi's &lt;a href="http://maximooliveros.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070596-113464811442381153?l=sencillez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/feeds/113464811442381153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070596&amp;postID=113464811442381153&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/113464811442381153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/113464811442381153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/2005/12/not-your-ordinary-kikay-film.html' title='Not Your Ordinary Kikay Film'/><author><name>Anne Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17326354688381095027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b274/krisvb/20060211-8489.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070596.post-113342126782720932</id><published>2005-12-01T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T15:27:10.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wear That Red Ribbon</title><content type='html'>December 1, 2005 - it's &lt;strong&gt;World AIDS Day&lt;/strong&gt;.  Whenever I hear of AIDS, I remember Tom Hanks playing Andy Beckett in the movie &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0107818/" target="_blank"&gt;Philadelphia&lt;/a&gt;.  The said movie really brought me to tears (it actually won numerous &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0107818/awards" target="_blank"&gt;awards&lt;/a&gt; ;)).  Enough of the movie stuff, here are some key points that I got from a concerned organization, &lt;a href="http://www.worldaidsday.org/default.asp" target="_blank"&gt;World AIDS Day&lt;/a&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.worldaidsday.org/default.asp" title="Link to the official World AIDS Day website" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.worldaidsday.org/images/virtualribbon.gif" width="120" height="40" border="0" alt="Support World AIDS Day" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five&lt;/strong&gt; people die of AIDS &lt;strong&gt;every minute&lt;/strong&gt;.  &lt;strong&gt;HIV&lt;/strong&gt; stands for Human Immunodeficiency Virus. This is the virus known to cause &lt;strong&gt;AIDS&lt;/strong&gt; (Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You can get HIV in four ways: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  unprotected sexual intercourse with an infected partner (the most common); &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  sharing needles or other contaminated injection or skin-piercing equipment; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  blood and blood products through, for example, infected transfusions and organ or tissue transplants; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  transmission from infected mother to child in the womb or at birth and breastfeeding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do believe that awareness is a crucial factor in battling this unrelenting disease.  If the good men of science still haven't found the cure for AIDS then it becomes the greater responsibility of those who have the resources to supply the public with accurate and valuable information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let's spread the word.. not the disease.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;want to know more? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.unaids.org/en/default.asp" target="_blank"&gt;UNAIDS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=" http://www.worldaidsday.org/default.asp" target="_blank"&gt;World AIDS Day&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070596-113342126782720932?l=sencillez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/feeds/113342126782720932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070596&amp;postID=113342126782720932&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/113342126782720932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/113342126782720932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/2005/12/wear-that-red-ribbon.html' title='Wear That Red Ribbon'/><author><name>Anne Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17326354688381095027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b274/krisvb/20060211-8489.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070596.post-113197573220229927</id><published>2005-11-14T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T21:45:42.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Angel Has Flown</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4506/529/320/clipart_religious_045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘Cause this angel has flown away from me&lt;br /&gt;Leaving me in drunken misery&lt;br /&gt;I should have clipped her wings and made her mine&lt;br /&gt;For all eternity&lt;br /&gt;Now this angel has flown away from me&lt;br /&gt;Thought I had the strength to set her free&lt;br /&gt;Did what I did because I love her so&lt;br /&gt;Will she ever find her way back home to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=1%&gt;- from Heaven Knows, by Orange and Lemons&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You served your purpose well... now it's time to let you fly, because heaven is in need of another untainted angel.  We know that you're in a much better place now with our Savior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll miss you &lt;a href="http://sencillez.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-sacrifice.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nanay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  Mahal na mahal ka namin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070596-113197573220229927?l=sencillez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/feeds/113197573220229927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070596&amp;postID=113197573220229927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/113197573220229927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/113197573220229927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/2005/11/angel-has-flown.html' title='The Angel Has Flown'/><author><name>Anne Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17326354688381095027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b274/krisvb/20060211-8489.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070596.post-113099563194898534</id><published>2005-11-03T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T13:31:06.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ho... Ho... Ho...</title><content type='html'>Christmas is in the air... Christmas songs are being played everywhere... Here's my favorite :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4506/529/320/Santa_with_guitar.0.gif" border="0"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Christmas Song&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chestnuts roasting on an open fire, &lt;br /&gt;Jack Frost nipping on your nose, &lt;br /&gt;Yuletide carols being sung by a choir, &lt;br /&gt;And folks dressed up like Eskimos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody knows a turkey and some mistletoe, &lt;br /&gt;Help to make the season bright. &lt;br /&gt;Tiny tots with their eyes all aglow, &lt;br /&gt;Will find it hard to sleep tonight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They know that Santa's on his way; &lt;br /&gt;He's loaded lots of toys and goodies on his sleigh. &lt;br /&gt;And every mother's child is going to spy, &lt;br /&gt;To see if reindeer really know how to fly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I'm offering this simple phrase, &lt;br /&gt;To kids from one to ninety-two, &lt;br /&gt;Although its been said many times, many ways, &lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas to you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4506/529/200/Lights.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Merry Christmas everyone!!! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070596-113099563194898534?l=sencillez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/feeds/113099563194898534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070596&amp;postID=113099563194898534&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/113099563194898534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/113099563194898534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/2005/11/ho-ho-ho.html' title='Ho... Ho... Ho...'/><author><name>Anne Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17326354688381095027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b274/krisvb/20060211-8489.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070596.post-113029272357752451</id><published>2005-10-26T09:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T10:26:00.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sacrifice</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4506/529/400/untitled1.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't usually write entries about my personal life but I guess now is a perfect timing to do so.  Last Monday I turned 23. I can say that in the past years, life has been so good to me. Good doesn't necessarily mean that I got all I wanted when I wanted them.  Like everyone else, it has been a roller coaster ride. It had its ups and downs. I know that there were times when my faith was tested. But still I did my best to lay my sorrows on Him. Im so happy and grateful for everything that I am and for everything that I have right now. I thank God for giving me another year to appreciate the matchless beauty brought by His power. In order to show my gratitude I'll face the world with renewed hope. &lt;a href="http://mintbox.blogger.ph"&gt;Raych&lt;/a&gt; once told me, 'don't lose hope, think about those cancer patients who never gave up their fight.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It maybe a coincidence, but right now I can say that my Nanay's condition serves as my inspiration to continue my fight. Nanay Emma, my grandma, is a very religious lady who has this very contagious quality of being jolly. One time our grandfather teased her "you're like a saint, everybody rushes to you and shout your name out everytime you arrive." She's a very hands-on grandma. She had her part well played in raising ALL of her grandchildren. A week ago I was asked to accompany her for her biopsy. I was somehow nervous but right after we prayed the rosary I saw courage on her face, l was relieved. "Hindi tayo pababayaan ng Diyos," she said. A few days ago the result was released. It wasn't exactly what we hoped for -- advanced stage of cancer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though her physical and medical condition are visibly worse, you'll never see a trace of shaken faith on her. This really inspires me and it brought me to a realization. I'll fix my eyes on Him, surrender all to Him. I'll be strong amidst all the trials. No matter how painful things can be in this life, I'll accept His will with open arms. I'll even give up on things that bring selfish happiness for me especially for those efforts that go in vain.  I wish I can trade all the triumphs for my grandma's betterment... and for the happiness of all the people whom she inspires. But I know that everything happens for a reason, and that there is no greater planner than the One above. As for me, I'll continue my journey and see the lighter things out of everything.  My friends asked me if I had a 'happy birthday,' I said "yes, maybe not the type of happiness that you are expecting, but being given another year to spend with your family and friends is a reason enough to be happy."  I thank my family, my friends and most of all &lt;a href="http://sencillez.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-all-yours.html"&gt;Him&lt;/a&gt; for everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sencillez.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-all-yours.html"&gt;i'm all yours.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070596-113029272357752451?l=sencillez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/feeds/113029272357752451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070596&amp;postID=113029272357752451&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/113029272357752451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/113029272357752451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-sacrifice.html' title='My Sacrifice'/><author><name>Anne Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17326354688381095027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b274/krisvb/20060211-8489.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070596.post-112952076818753919</id><published>2005-10-17T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T11:54:49.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been tagged...</title><content type='html'>I've been tagged by &lt;a href="http://rebelpixel.com"&gt;Markku&lt;/a&gt;.  I have to post &lt;strong&gt;20 random facts about me then tag the same amount of people as minutes it took me to write the facts&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4506/529/320/Violet_bar1.gif" border="0"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I'm faithful (though I don't consider myself religous)... I believe that God is omnipotent, benevolent, and above all He is a very good friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I'm gay = babaeng bakla. I love hangin' around with gays and I enjoy speaking gay lingo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I've worked for Jollibee megamall, Jollibee edsa, Kenny Rogers, Pizza Hut while I was a student; I had my ojt at Pasig Public Library and ABS-CBN; I've worked for a call center and then Rockwell after I graduated. I’m currently working for *** heheh... hindi ako workaholic eh, sa totoo lang ayokong magtrabaho... haaay i miss all the friends i've met along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I took up ice hockey lessons (ice hockey not figure skating okay?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  I believe in diplomacy.  Violence and angst will bring humankind nowhere.  This applies to the littlest things.. like cursing.. I really don’t think it does any good even if it’s just a spur of the moment thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  The thought of Christmas makes me cry (I dont know why).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  I used to join lots of singing and drawing contests when I was young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  I hate people who aren't responsible/brave enough to express their true feelings and viewpoints when talking to the ones concerned yet unstoppably say crazy things when the latter turn their backs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  I have sensitive skin.. (I'm supposed to be allergic to detergents, softdrinks, food color, oily food hahah) so I can't live without a lotion..unscented that is, because even scented lotion causes irritation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  I like to relearn the Spanish language and my ultimate dream is to go to Spain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.  Most people see me as a 'suplada' well in fact i'm ‘makulit’... (shy lang ako maggreet most of the time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.  I'm a consistent scholar from gradeschool 'til college (hahah yabang) and I find it more flattering when people appreciate me because of that than because of things that meet the eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.  I've been a lector (for Catholic mass) and I want to continue being one but my schedule doesn't permit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.  I looooove babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.  I know that sharing my opinion doesn't hurt but I must say that I'm not comfortable giving advice to other people.  I find it hard to impose things on someone especially when I know that the only person who knows the real score is he, himself.  Besides, a person who has a problem only hears things he wants to hear.  The best advice I can give is 'do whatever makes you happy.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.  I want to learn how to play the violin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.  I value my friends so much (even those that I seldom see nowadays) .. to the point that I think I become too gullible.  I just love having fun with them.. like singing to the max even if we go out of tune.. or simply laughing our hearts out over the cheapest food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. I'm kikay but not maarte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I love my family so much. It may not be that 'breakfast cereal commercial' type but I'm proud of everything we've been through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. I believe in unconditional love and I haven't lost hope on true love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4506/529/320/Violet_bar1.gif" border="0"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it! :) I'll tag ... &lt;a href="http://www.heartofenigma.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Eric&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.wraithstrider.d4a.com" target="_blank"&gt;Gerard&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://blog.360.yahoo.com/blog-Q0JqIDE_dKpTUAwzv688uYY7" target="_blank"&gt;Nolan&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.shibu.v33.org" target="_blank"&gt;Shibs&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/thetrainerph/" target="_blank"&gt;Vic&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070596-112952076818753919?l=sencillez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/feeds/112952076818753919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070596&amp;postID=112952076818753919&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/112952076818753919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/112952076818753919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/2005/10/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve been tagged...'/><author><name>Anne Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17326354688381095027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b274/krisvb/20060211-8489.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070596.post-112849962155489452</id><published>2005-10-05T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T16:38:06.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sam, Sam, Sam</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;this is for you &lt;a href="http://mintbox.blogger.ph"&gt;raych&lt;/a&gt;, whether you like it or not hahah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4506/529/200/Img8803.jpg" border="0" alt="from pinoybigbrother.com" /&gt;  All of kuya's girls were dumbfounded when he entered the house.  Does he look familiar? He's the cutie in close-up's latest ad.  He's also the lead guy in Barbie's 'Just A Smile' music video.  Sam Lloyd Milby, born on May 23, 1984, is from Ohio (his mom is originally from Surigao).  He was invited to join the cast of Pinoy Big Brother when Jenny exited because of her father's critical medical condition.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4506/529/200/Img8959.jpg" border="0" alt="from pinoybigbrother.com" /&gt;  He is unattached, actually he just had a break up with his girl (who resides in the US) upon finding out that the latter fell for somebody else while he was away.  When asked who among the PBB girls was attractive, he said that he finds Say cute though meddling with other's relationship is not his cup of tea.  You should hear him speak French ;) He's a good figure skater.  He plays the guitar well and he has a voice to match... shall I continue?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list may go on but I guess what makes this guy a 'kilabot' is that he's so humble despite his remarkable talents and cool qualities.  As his cousin would put it, "Sam is a beautiful person.  He's beautiful inside and out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4506/529/400/samSkate.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some of Sam's skating tricks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070596-112849962155489452?l=sencillez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/feeds/112849962155489452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070596&amp;postID=112849962155489452&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/112849962155489452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/112849962155489452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/2005/10/sam-sam-sam.html' title='Sam, Sam, Sam'/><author><name>Anne Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17326354688381095027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b274/krisvb/20060211-8489.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070596.post-112833326177541407</id><published>2005-10-03T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T16:41:01.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hardy har har</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4506/529/320/divshark.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;got this mail from a friend... :D &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fire authorities in California found a corpse in a burned out section of forest while assessing the damage done by a forest fire. The deceased male was dressed in a full wet suit, complete with scuba tanks on hisback, flippers, and face mask in the middle of the forest. Apost-mortem test revealed that the man died not from burns, but from massive internal injuries. Dental records provided a positive identification. Investigators then set about to determine how a fully clad diver ended up inthe middle of a forest fire. It was revealed that on the day of the fire, the man went diving off the coast, some 20 miles from the forest. The firefighters, seeking to control the fire as quickly as possible, had called in a fleet of helicopters with very large dip buckets. Water was dipped from the ocean and emptied at the site of the forest fire. You guessed it. One minute our diver was making like Flipper in the Pacific, the next, he was doing the breast stroke in a fire dip bucket 300 feet in the air and then air borne into smoke heaven. Some days it just doesn't pay to get out of bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still think you're having a bad day?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070596-112833326177541407?l=sencillez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/feeds/112833326177541407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070596&amp;postID=112833326177541407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/112833326177541407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/112833326177541407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/2005/10/hardy-har-har.html' title='hardy har har'/><author><name>Anne Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17326354688381095027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b274/krisvb/20060211-8489.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070596.post-112590757692684615</id><published>2005-09-05T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T16:06:16.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hangin' On</title><content type='html'>here's Camille Velasco's debut single... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4506/529/320/camilleVelasco.jpg" border="0" alt="from starbulletin.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set me free yeah yeah yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well everyday is just the same&lt;br /&gt;the same games we play from day to day&lt;br /&gt;will we find another way&lt;br /&gt;'cause nothing's changed No love remains&lt;br /&gt;because i try to see&lt;br /&gt;but all your lies confine all we used to be&lt;br /&gt;and now there's nothing left&lt;br /&gt;i know i tried my best&lt;br /&gt;when here the only thing to do is just&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** set me free why dont you, babe&lt;br /&gt;get out my life why dont you, babe&lt;br /&gt;cause you dont really love me&lt;br /&gt;you just keep me hangin on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah everyday i wanna run away&lt;br /&gt;cause i cant hide the pain that slowly flows through my veins&lt;br /&gt;too many times we've apologized&lt;br /&gt;cause its too hard to try to make it right&lt;br /&gt;and all i do &lt;br /&gt;is hold on to&lt;br /&gt;memories of you and me&lt;br /&gt;there never was reality so&lt;br /&gt;now that theres nothing left&lt;br /&gt;why should i try my best&lt;br /&gt;when the only thing to do is just&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont try&lt;br /&gt;try to pretend that its alright&lt;br /&gt;when you know it isn't&lt;br /&gt;well then let go&lt;br /&gt;get out my life&lt;br /&gt;cause you keep me hangin on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont say&lt;br /&gt;or try to tell me that its okay&lt;br /&gt;im looking straight ahead for better days&lt;br /&gt;where you cant keep me hangin on &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070596-112590757692684615?l=sencillez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/feeds/112590757692684615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070596&amp;postID=112590757692684615&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/112590757692684615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/112590757692684615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/2005/09/hangin-on.html' title='Hangin&apos; On'/><author><name>Anne Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17326354688381095027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b274/krisvb/20060211-8489.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070596.post-112468986939301598</id><published>2005-08-22T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T14:22:03.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Lady of Manaoag</title><content type='html'>I first heard about Our Lady of Manaoag when I was in highschool.  I was browsing a travel magazine when I came across a page containing her picture and a prayer. I was about to join a school competition that time, so I cut the aforementioned portion of the magazine.  Luckily or miraculously, I won.  From then on, I recite the prayer everytime I need a miracle no matter how minute or gigantic it may be.  I remember one time when I was stuck in traffic and I had to be early for an exam.  I prayed hard and weird things happened, I arrived late yet the exam commenced right after I arrived.  Well, this prayer really works for me though I must say that I don't just recite it, I profess it with all the sincerity that must go with a prayer.  After some time I realized that I should pray to her not only to express my intentions, but also to thank her.  I've been wanting to pay her a visit but I didn't get the chance to go to Pangasinan.  Another strike of luck, last last week my uncle called and said that her image was brought to the Archbishop's palace in Mandaluyong.  We immediately went there and prayed.  I just want to share this prayer and I hope it touches your life too (don't forget to say your thanks :) ).  There may be times when we feel like all of our prayers are left unanswered, but sooner or later we tend to realize that we get what's best for us at the very right time.  So just have faith and do the right things.  Ika nga nila &lt;em&gt;'Nasa Diyos ang awa nasa tao ang gawa&lt;/em&gt;.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4506/529/320/14-08-05Manaoag2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PRAYER TO OUR LADY OF MANAOAG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virgin Mother of God, Queen of the most Holy Rosary, Thou who hast chosen to raise thy throne of mercy in Manaoag, to be the beloved protectress and patron of the Province of Pangasinan, and therefrom to bestow thy graces on us thy children, banished in this alley of tears, look down with Thine eyes of mercy upon me, who am beset with so many dangers of body and soul.  Despise not my petition O dearest Mother, but intercede for me before thy divine Son now and at the hour of my death.  Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIRGIN OF MANAOAG, Pray for us.&lt;br /&gt;(ask most important favor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After asking favor, pray&lt;br /&gt;Three (3) Hail Mary's and&lt;br /&gt;Three (3) Glory be to the Father&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070596-112468986939301598?l=sencillez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/feeds/112468986939301598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070596&amp;postID=112468986939301598&amp;isPopup=true' title='33 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/112468986939301598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/112468986939301598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/2005/08/our-lady-of-manaoag.html' title='Our Lady of Manaoag'/><author><name>Anne Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17326354688381095027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b274/krisvb/20060211-8489.jpg'/></author><thr:total>33</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070596.post-112364517322195418</id><published>2005-08-10T09:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T11:39:33.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>como estas</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;tag-ulan kaya senti senti muna :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4506/529/320/Violet_bar1.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...everything's gonna be fine. Please.. hush now, each tear you shed is worth a stab in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hahah there goes your corny line again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now you're laughing.  I mean, seriously... hmmm...remember those tres estrellas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah, I'll be gazing at the nocturnal skies, seeking for that group of stars that, you said, means 'i love you' and imagine that the very same reflection glimmers in your eyes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey when I say I love you... I mean it, and I mean it &lt;em&gt;forever&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...do tears of joy count?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4506/529/320/Violet_bar1.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miss You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aaliyah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been too long and I'm lost without u&lt;br /&gt;What am I gonna do&lt;br /&gt;Said I've been needin' you, wantin' you&lt;br /&gt;(Said I need you)&lt;br /&gt;Wonderin' if ur the same and who's been with you&lt;br /&gt;Is ur heart still mine&lt;br /&gt;I wanna cry sometimes&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to college&lt;br /&gt;Yes you went away&lt;br /&gt;Straight from high school&lt;br /&gt;You up and left me&lt;br /&gt;We were close friends&lt;br /&gt;Also lovers &lt;br /&gt;Did everything &lt;br /&gt;For one another&lt;br /&gt;Now ur gone and I'm lost without you here now&lt;br /&gt;But I know I gotta live and make it somehow&lt;br /&gt;Come back...to me&lt;br /&gt;Can you...feel me (Callin')&lt;br /&gt;Hear me...callin' (For you)&lt;br /&gt;For you...'Cuz it's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been too long and I'm lost without you&lt;br /&gt;What am I gonna do&lt;br /&gt;Said I been needin' you, wantin' you&lt;br /&gt;Wonderin' if ur the same and who's been with you&lt;br /&gt;Is ur heart still mine&lt;br /&gt;I wanna cry sometimes&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm sittin' here&lt;br /&gt;Thinkin' 'bout you&lt;br /&gt;And the days we used to share&lt;br /&gt;It's drivin' me crazy&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do &lt;br /&gt;I'm just wonderin' if you still care&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna let you know &lt;br /&gt;That it's killin' me&lt;br /&gt;I know you got another life you gotta concentrate baby&lt;br /&gt;Come back...to me&lt;br /&gt;Can you...feel me (Callin')&lt;br /&gt;Hear me...callin' (For you)&lt;br /&gt;For you...'Cuz it's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I...can't...breathe...no...more&lt;br /&gt;Since you went away I&lt;br /&gt;Don't really feel like talkin'&lt;br /&gt;No one here to love me&lt;br /&gt;Baby do you understand me&lt;br /&gt;I can't do or be without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070596-112364517322195418?l=sencillez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/feeds/112364517322195418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070596&amp;postID=112364517322195418&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/112364517322195418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/112364517322195418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/2005/08/como-estas.html' title='como estas'/><author><name>Anne Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17326354688381095027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b274/krisvb/20060211-8489.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070596.post-112347915406078472</id><published>2005-08-08T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T13:33:22.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote for the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4506/529/400/untitled.jpg" border="0" alt="from peterpanfan.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Never fear shadows.  &lt;br /&gt;They simply mean there's a light shining somewhere nearby.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Ruth E. Renkel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070596-112347915406078472?l=sencillez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/feeds/112347915406078472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070596&amp;postID=112347915406078472&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/112347915406078472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/112347915406078472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/2005/08/quote-for-day.html' title='Quote for the Day'/><author><name>Anne Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17326354688381095027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b274/krisvb/20060211-8489.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070596.post-112296285041076512</id><published>2005-08-02T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T14:29:22.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Space Talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;center&gt;The Tenth Planet&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4506/529/320/123938main_newplanet-concept516-387.jpg" border="0" alt="from NASA/JPL-Caltech " /&gt;  Yesterday an officemate e-mailed me about the discovery of a  '&lt;a href="http://www.nasa.gov/vision/universe/solarsystem/newplanet-072905.html" target="_blank"&gt;tenth planet&lt;/a&gt;.'  The planet, which was given a temporary name of "&lt;a href="http://www.gps.caltech.edu/~mbrown/planetlila/index.html" target="_blank"&gt;2003UB313&lt;/a&gt;," was said to be larger than Pluto.  NASA-Funded scientists &lt;a href="http://www.gps.caltech.edu/~mbrown/" target="_blank"&gt;Mike Brown&lt;/a&gt; (Caltech), Chad Trujillo (Gemini Observatory), and David Rabinowitz (Yale University) discovered the aformentioned planet using the &lt;a href="http://www.astro.caltech.edu/palomarnew/sot.html" target="_blank"&gt;Samuel Oschin telescope&lt;/a&gt;.  It will be visible with a telescope over the next six months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;center&gt;Bituing Walang Ningning?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4506/529/320/Astronaut1.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;Can you recall Irene Mora's &lt;a href="http://www.pinoyuk.com/ModelFilipino/195.aspx" target="_blank"&gt;story&lt;/a&gt;? I believe it was published in several newspapers and if my memory serves me right, I think I saw her interview in a local TV show.  Irene Mora is a Filipino-American pilot who was tagged as the 'first Filipina to conquer space.'  Many Filipinos took pride in her endeavor most especially when she said that she gave up her American citizenship in order to become a Filipino. Her story didn't end there, the fuss became bigger when denouncing &lt;a href="http://www.pinoyonboard.com/2004/0620_mora.html" target="_blank"&gt;articles&lt;/a&gt; surfaced, saying that her story is a hoax. It was said that after conducting an investigation, most of the stuff written about her weren't true.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;center&gt;"...She has not flown on the Space Shuttle in 2000... &lt;br /&gt;...nor is she a Space Adventures' orbital client..."&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.pinoyonboard.com/2004/0620_mora.html" target="_blank"&gt;pinoyonboard.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The article about her being the "world's best skydiver" was proven to be veracious, though.  Dr. Frank Osanka, president of Friendship Airborne organization validated the story recounting that Mora won a death-defying event over the best skydivers from around the globe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess misleading information might have been supplied by either the writer or the interviewee herself.  Nevertheless, Mora's accomplishment in her field is something that Filipinos, most especially women, can be proud of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a neutralized &lt;a href="http://www.inq7.net/globalnation/sec_fea/2003/dec/18-01.htm" target="_blank"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;center&gt;Space Blogger&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this glimmering &lt;a href="http://damarisbsarria.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt; in Blogs of Note. &lt;a href="http://damarisbsarria.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how I am becoming an astronaut&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is an online journal of a 23-year old Aerothermal Engineer (isnt that cool?). It kinda reminds me of my dream of becoming an astronomer. You'll find cool shuttle pictures and a life account of a young lad trying to, literally, reach for the stars.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070596-112296285041076512?l=sencillez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/feeds/112296285041076512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070596&amp;postID=112296285041076512&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/112296285041076512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/112296285041076512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/2005/08/space-talk.html' title='Space Talk'/><author><name>Anne Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17326354688381095027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b274/krisvb/20060211-8489.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070596.post-112236645697981010</id><published>2005-07-26T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T13:07:44.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blurring</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4506/529/400/Picture1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this cool photo from a forwarded mail.&lt;br /&gt;Its caption says &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Huwag mong hahayaang lituhin ka ng sitwasyon...'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us are confronted by life's perplexities from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;Confusion overcomes us;&lt;br /&gt;and this sometimes leads us to make misguided decisions.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, all i can say is 'be happy.'&lt;br /&gt;Decide and act while you still can, &lt;br /&gt;or drown yourself in 'what if's' and see your future suffer.&lt;br /&gt;Choose the path that will bring you true happiness and peace of mind.&lt;br /&gt;In this way, you won't have any regrets.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;carpe diem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070596-112236645697981010?l=sencillez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/feeds/112236645697981010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070596&amp;postID=112236645697981010&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/112236645697981010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/112236645697981010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/2005/07/blurring.html' title='Blurring'/><author><name>Anne Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17326354688381095027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b274/krisvb/20060211-8489.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070596.post-112176017363452799</id><published>2005-07-19T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T13:09:36.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comfort Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4506/529/200/image005.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt; Most of us have comfort songs that we love to listen to during life's low points.  These remind us of people, places or moments that made us feel most secure.  This song, dedicated to me by a friend, is one of my favorite comfort songs.  Some may find it corny since it's a boyband piece and it's been a teen anthem for quite a while.  Nevertheless, I feel relieved whenever I hear this song most especially because of its uplifting message (reminds me of some very good friends that I seldom get in touch with nowadays).  This is for you guys :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This I Promise You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;by N Sync&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When visions around you,&lt;br /&gt;Bring tears to your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;And all that surround you,&lt;br /&gt;Are secrets and lies&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your strength,&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you hope,&lt;br /&gt;Keeping your faith when it's gone&lt;br /&gt;The one you should call,&lt;br /&gt;Is standing here all alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will take&lt;br /&gt;You in my arms&lt;br /&gt;And hold you right where you belong&lt;br /&gt;Till the day my life is through&lt;br /&gt;This I promise you&lt;br /&gt;This I promise you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've loved you forever,&lt;br /&gt;In lifetimes before&lt;br /&gt;And I promise you never...&lt;br /&gt;Will you hurt anymore&lt;br /&gt;I give you my word&lt;br /&gt;I give you my heart (give you my heart)&lt;br /&gt;This is a battle we've won&lt;br /&gt;And with this vow,&lt;br /&gt;Forever has now begun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just close your eyes &lt;br /&gt;Each loving day (each loving day)&lt;br /&gt;I know this feeling won't go away (no..)&lt;br /&gt;Till the day my life is through&lt;br /&gt;This I promise you&lt;br /&gt;Ooh.. I promise you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and over I fall (over and over I fall)&lt;br /&gt;When I hear you call&lt;br /&gt;Without you in my life baby&lt;br /&gt;I just wouldn't be living at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will take (I will take you in my arms)&lt;br /&gt;You in my arms&lt;br /&gt;And hold you right where you belong (right where you belong)&lt;br /&gt;Till the day my life is through&lt;br /&gt;This I promise you baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just close your eyes &lt;br /&gt;Each loving day (each loving day)&lt;br /&gt;I know this feeling won't go away (no..)&lt;br /&gt;Every word I say is true&lt;br /&gt;This I promise you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every word I say is true,&lt;br /&gt;This I promise you&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, I promise you...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're down and you feel so alone just remember that you are being thought of, being cared for, and being loved (you might not even be aware of it ;)).  Just gaze at the sky and the stars for no matter how far away these people are, you'll realize that you're staring at the same heavens.  When in doubt... Pray... it never fails :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070596-112176017363452799?l=sencillez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/feeds/112176017363452799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070596&amp;postID=112176017363452799&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/112176017363452799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/112176017363452799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/2005/07/comfort-song.html' title='Comfort Song'/><author><name>Anne Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17326354688381095027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b274/krisvb/20060211-8489.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070596.post-112070389301764297</id><published>2005-07-07T10:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T14:16:00.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blood is Blue?!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4506/529/320/Redbloodcells.jpg" border="0" alt="from answers.com" /&gt;Last Friday, me and my officemates had our company-provided Annual Physical Examination.  I asked Law, just as he finished his blood exam:  "is it true that the color of our blood is blue?"  He was like "what??!!?? are you serious? it's red."  Still tormented by confusing thoughts, I answered him with a bashful question "huhhhhh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember my college instructor telling the whole class that it's blue; and that it becomes red when it comes into contact with oxygen.  Thus, explains the color of our veins.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some flashbacks, Law responded and told me that he's gonna ask the nurse who took our blood samples.  Afraid that they might make a laugh trip out of it, I stuck a magazine into his mouth and told him that I'll just research about it on the net :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that I wasn't the only one confused, it's actually a popular misconception.  I saw several forums discussing the same topic.  Here are a couple of good explanations from &lt;a href="http://www.answers.com/topic/blood-1"&gt;Answers.com&lt;/a&gt; and from &lt;a href="http://www.seps.org/oracle/oracle.archive/Life_Science.Anatomy/2001.01/000978795180.24280.html"&gt;Science Education Partnenrships&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our blood's color is never blue, though it can range from bright red to deep red.  It is bright red when it's oxygenated and deep red when it's not.  So it definitely doesn't make our veins blue, the latter are bluish by themselves.  Well at least the 'oxygen' part coincided with my professor's statement.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh ano naman ung berde ang dugo? ako ba un...  ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070596-112070389301764297?l=sencillez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/feeds/112070389301764297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070596&amp;postID=112070389301764297&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/112070389301764297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/112070389301764297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/2005/07/blood-is-blue.html' title='Blood is Blue?!?!'/><author><name>Anne Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17326354688381095027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b274/krisvb/20060211-8489.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070596.post-112047272621333774</id><published>2005-07-04T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T18:50:21.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to make a 'Me'...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=4 width=200px&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#ffcccc align=center&gt;&lt;font style='color:black; font-size:18pt;'&gt;How to make an Anne Kristine&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=white&gt;&lt;font style='color:black; font-size:12pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 part success&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 parts brilliance&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 parts leadership&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#ffffcc&gt;&lt;font style='color:black; font-size:12pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Method:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Blend at a low speed for 30 seconds. Add a little wisdom if desired!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;form method="POST" action="http://www.go-quiz.com/cocktail/cocktail.php"&gt;Username:&lt;input name="uname"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;input type=submit style="BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: #993399" value="How do you make a 'you'?"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com/cocktail/cocktail.php"&gt;Personality cocktail&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt;From &lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com"&gt;Go-Quiz.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070596-112047272621333774?l=sencillez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/feeds/112047272621333774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070596&amp;postID=112047272621333774&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/112047272621333774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/112047272621333774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/2005/07/how-to-make-me.html' title='How to make a &apos;Me&apos;...'/><author><name>Anne Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17326354688381095027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b274/krisvb/20060211-8489.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070596.post-112044394391909274</id><published>2005-07-04T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T14:59:58.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm All Yours</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I love this song from Kyla's 'Not Your Ordinary Girl' album.  A Rachel Lampa original, &lt;strong&gt;I'm All Yours&lt;/strong&gt; is an inspirational song sprinkled with RnB magic.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People have been talking&lt;br /&gt;About what I should do. &lt;br /&gt;But I just can’t listen, &lt;br /&gt;I keep in tune to You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I’m not gonna fall; &lt;br /&gt;I’m giving it all to You, my love. &lt;br /&gt;I’m not gonna fall&lt;br /&gt;I’m giving it all to You... &lt;br /&gt;If I fix my eyes on You, &lt;br /&gt;Will You show me what to do? &lt;br /&gt;I’ll lay down my sorrows all on You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could make the world&lt;br /&gt;Fade away for just a moment&lt;br /&gt;To be alone with You... &lt;br /&gt;So many voices, &lt;br /&gt;Too many noises, &lt;br /&gt;Too many choices... &lt;br /&gt;Why can’t it be just You and me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that I can see is that they’re looking at me, &lt;br /&gt;But all I’ve ever wanted was for You to be&lt;br /&gt;The only Thing that matters in my life to me. &lt;br /&gt;Lord, You know, You know, You know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing in the midst of the crowd, I cry out loud. &lt;br /&gt;Gonna give it all, I’ll be living it out loud. &lt;br /&gt;You are the King and the light in my eyes. &lt;br /&gt;Lord, You know I'll reach out for the prize.. yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I fix my eyes on You&lt;br /&gt;Will You show me what to do?&lt;br /&gt;I’ll lay down  my sorrows all on you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not gonna fall, &lt;br /&gt;I’m giving it all... &lt;br /&gt;I’m not gonna fall, &lt;br /&gt;I’m giving it all....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070596-112044394391909274?l=sencillez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/feeds/112044394391909274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070596&amp;postID=112044394391909274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/112044394391909274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/112044394391909274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-all-yours.html' title='I&apos;m All Yours'/><author><name>Anne Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17326354688381095027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b274/krisvb/20060211-8489.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070596.post-112012286898572850</id><published>2005-06-30T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T10:55:14.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Woman Who Survived</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4506/529/200/163_carolynthomas2_womanwithoutaface_050301_ins.jpg" border="0" alt="from The Insider" /&gt;She was known as the &lt;strong&gt;'woman without a face'&lt;/strong&gt; but after her interview with Oprah, she said that she wanted to be known as the &lt;strong&gt;'woman who survived'&lt;/strong&gt;.  Who are we to contest that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;em&gt;Carolyn Thomas&lt;/em&gt;, 34 years old, was shot by her ex-boyfriend in the face.  Her 'before and after' photos were shown in Oprah and from those, you yourself can attest to the tragic transformation of her cara  (her eye, cheek, jaw and upper lip were flawed). She was sporty, she got those sexy curves but after some time, because of her ex-bf's extreme jealousy, he asked her to dress up in baggy clothes. It even came to a point when he prohibited her from talking to her 'male' cousins and some immediate family members.  Carolyn wasn't allowed to work, and she admitted that she wasn't herself anymore.  Her father was not in favor of the guy, he did some background check on the latter and results weren't good. Later in the relationship her mother decided to move in with them; this somehow gave her comforting arms. She considered threats like 'i'll kill you if you leave me' sweet during that time but after four years, at gunpoint, she thought otherwise. Still she continued to live with him, the relationship lasted for eight years. It ended one horrifying night.  He came home asking who their male companion was.  Carolyn swore there were only three of them in the house, but he didn't believe her.  He fumbled for the gun, then shot her mother, the most important person in her life. After that, he turned to Carolyn and shot her in the face.  Her mother managed to ask for help from their neighbor, who then called 911.  Carolyn realized that she was in a hospital when she woke up.  She asked where her mother was... they told her she didn't survive. She got curious and tried to tinker with the bondage on her face, only to find out that half of her face was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Her ex-boyfriend was convicted and was given a life sentence. After the judge delivered the decision, Carolyn was allowed to read a letter to his ex. Despite the pain of losing half of her face and her precious mother, Carolyn said that she had forgiven him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Truly, Carolyn is a survivor.  Instead of doubting her life's purpose, she dauntlessly lives, sharing her lesson to the world.  Aside from this, she managed to forgive someone who has done such a devastating thing, it takes enormous courage to do that. Like what Oprah said, each and every woman should learn from her experience. Physical abuse is never a sweet thing. If you think that someone does such an act because he or she loves you, think again. It always boils down to respect. I know that women are more open-eyed about these things nowadays compared to previous decades. I just hope that it won't have to take another carolyn to make a wake up call and bring us to full awareness of this issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     During the interview it was said that Carolyn will be undergong 5 surgeries.  Talking isn't easy for her.  She said that she has to relearn her alphabet for others to understand her better.  She nourishes herself with the use of a tube which delivers food directly to her stomach.  Slowly, she's beginning to eat through her mouth again.  Surgeons said that no one can make the original form of her face go back, but at least they can do some things that can make life better for Carolyn.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wanna know more about her? Go to &lt;a href="http://insider.tv.yahoo.com/celeb/insdr20050326t181200001971/"&gt;The Insider&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Or watch video clips from the &lt;a href="http://www2.oprah.com/tows/after/200505/tows_after_20050526.jhtml"&gt;Oprah episode&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070596-112012286898572850?l=sencillez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/feeds/112012286898572850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070596&amp;postID=112012286898572850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/112012286898572850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/112012286898572850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/2005/06/woman-who-survived.html' title='The Woman Who Survived'/><author><name>Anne Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17326354688381095027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b274/krisvb/20060211-8489.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070596.post-111985988258588354</id><published>2005-06-27T15:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T16:28:38.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Secret Keeper</title><content type='html'>Ever wanted to share a secret with the whole world, yet you're disturbed that anyone would know you're its bearer? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across this mysterious blog - &lt;a href="http://postsecret.blogspot.com/"&gt;PostSecret&lt;/a&gt;.  It exhibits secrets, probably sent in by people from around the globe.  Quite ironic, but if you try to peruse the postcards you'll realize that most of these secrets are our own realities.  Go ahead, &lt;a href="http://postsecret.blogspot.com/#111973313929870405"&gt;share&lt;/a&gt; yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Look what I found on ebay... &lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&amp;category=1468&amp;item=5592657101&amp;rd=1"&gt; the last chicken nugget&lt;/a&gt;  for a cause. :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070596-111985988258588354?l=sencillez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/feeds/111985988258588354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070596&amp;postID=111985988258588354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/111985988258588354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/111985988258588354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/2005/06/secret-keeper.html' title='The Secret Keeper'/><author><name>Anne Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17326354688381095027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b274/krisvb/20060211-8489.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070596.post-111959575413300878</id><published>2005-06-21T17:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T10:57:41.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bohemian Chic and Jessie Han Pinays</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4506/529/200/th_boho1.jpg" border="0" alt="from bohemiancloset.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4506/529/200/th_boho.jpg" border="0" alt="from bohemiancloset.com" /&gt;As we wandered the roads of Tsim Sha Shui, me and my sister realized that we wouldn't be finding any cool pants even if made our feet sore from walking.  Stores bargained flamboyant skirts instead.  No, not those microminis.. I'm talking about 'below the knee-length' &lt;a href="http://www.bohemiancloset.com/bottoms.html"&gt;skirts&lt;/a&gt; accentuated by lacy designs; to match those skirts were &lt;a href="http://www.bohemiancloset.com/tops.html"&gt;gypsy-inspired blouses&lt;/a&gt; and layered tops.  Even though the elaborate fashion statement wasn't much of a fad here in the Philippines during that time, my sisters managed to buy some of those bohos.  A few days later, I happen to read Cosmo's May-June Wearit issue, they featured the same trend in the said insert.  "&lt;a href="http://www.bohemiancloset.com"&gt;Bohemian Fashion&lt;/a&gt;" that's what it's called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's starting to conquer the Philippine fashion arena (even gracing SM Makati's theme). Actually, the very first person that came into my mind when I saw this ensemble was &lt;a href="http://malditina.blogspot.com/"&gt;jen&lt;/a&gt;.  I think I saw her in this attire on jep's birthday.. (trendsetter? hahah).  True enough, she already bought a bohemian skirt and even told me that there are inexpensive finds in tutuban.  Well, I'm not really a skirty person but if you gals are on the look out, better stick to her suggestion.  After all, bohemian is never a deviant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4506/529/320/fhouse.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;Last last friday me and my batchmates had our 'get together tradition.'  While the boys waited outside me and my gal pals had our regular chikas in the washroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jen&lt;/strong&gt;:(to jowan) ang gorgeous ng lola ko..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jowan&lt;/strong&gt;: sabi ng officemate ko 'bakit parang paling ung pony tail mo?' sabi ko naman.. 'gaga style yan'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: hahah cute nga eh, you look like Jessie Han...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is Jessie Han? She is the character played by &lt;a href="http://www.igma.tv/showcast.php?showid=90"&gt;Song Hye Kyo&lt;/a&gt; in GMA's &lt;a href="http://www.igma.tv/showabout.php?showid=90"&gt;Full House&lt;/a&gt; (a cutie koreanovela).  Her fashion sense is slowly influencing Pinays' choice of get-up.  When I say Jessie's style, I mean heels, colorful layered tops, short girly dresses, one-sided pony tail, and her &lt;a href="http://www.drjays.com/prodVV449DS017BB005/fashion_lab/bolero_jacket.html"&gt;bolero&lt;/a&gt; trademark (like the one in the pic).  Quite surprising, I guess Filipinas are really way over Mari Mar when San Cai came into scene; and this is not only visible in their choice of telenovelas, but also in the way they dress up.  Yup, they are now open to, not only Western but Eastern fashion as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy these vogue trends... but don't forget to don your best accessory -- SMILE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070596-111959575413300878?l=sencillez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/feeds/111959575413300878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070596&amp;postID=111959575413300878&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/111959575413300878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/111959575413300878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/2005/06/bohemian-chic-and-jessie-han-pinays.html' title='Bohemian Chic and Jessie Han Pinays'/><author><name>Anne Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17326354688381095027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b274/krisvb/20060211-8489.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070596.post-111891514466471443</id><published>2005-06-16T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T17:32:52.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>doldrums</title><content type='html'>0 task for today, 0 pending from yesterday, 0 assignment for tomorrow. Here are some suggestions to help you rip out boredom from an eight-hour work day... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Ever helped a guzzler? well, here's your chance.  "The object of the &lt;a href="Http://www.wagenschenke.ch/"&gt;game&lt;/a&gt; is to keep him walking, without falling over, by using your mouse from left to right or right to left - you can't see your mouse which makes it more difficult. Apparently the record is 82 meters!"  Good luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  If you've tried number seven and you've gone nuts because the farthest you've been from the starting line is 8 meters, here's a less challenging &lt;a href="http://home.tiscali.nl/multicom/DaSchop/Cursor.html"&gt;one&lt;/a&gt; ... did i say LESS challenging?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Answer the &lt;a href="http://home.ripway.com/2005-6/329362/EinsteinQuiz.exe"&gt;Enstein Quiz&lt;/a&gt; and see if you have the makings of a genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Bring out the da vinci in you... doodle with artistic tools or simply browse &lt;a href="http://artpad.art.com/"&gt;artpad's&lt;/a&gt; gallery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Still disappointed for not catching you're fave movie? Try reading some &lt;a href="http://www.allmoviescripts.com/movie-scripts/497"&gt;scripts&lt;/a&gt; as you while away your time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Widen your knowledge.. read some &lt;a href="http://www.w3schools.com/"&gt;tutorials&lt;/a&gt;. This is what i usually do.. haha i saw raised eyebrows there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. create a &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/start"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;... do i need to explain further? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still bored? try &lt;a href="http://home.ripway.com/2005-6/329362/Stopsatagalog.xls"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*thanks to my doldrums buddies for all of these ideas...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070596-111891514466471443?l=sencillez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/feeds/111891514466471443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070596&amp;postID=111891514466471443&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/111891514466471443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/111891514466471443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/2005/06/doldrums.html' title='doldrums'/><author><name>Anne Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17326354688381095027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b274/krisvb/20060211-8489.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070596.post-111890543599364953</id><published>2005-06-16T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T14:30:18.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>recepcion a mi mundo</title><content type='html'>&lt;font align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.answers.com/topic/simplicity"&gt;dictionary&lt;/a&gt; : "austerity in embellishment"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.answers.com/topic/simplicity"&gt;thesaurus&lt;/a&gt; : "modesty, plainness, simpleness, unassumingness, unostentatiousness, unpretentiousness" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.answers.com/topic/simplicity"&gt;wikipedia&lt;/a&gt; : "the property, condition, or quality of being simple or un-combined; often connotes beauty"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While all of the definitions above may be valid, &lt;strong&gt;sencillez&lt;/strong&gt;, for me, is the capability to be contented with what you have. It is seeing life sans its intricacies; being thankful for the littlest things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up by the sound of chirping birds, the bliss brought by your children's embrace, the smile on the face of a sufferer battling cancer, a father's tears upon seeing his firstborn... these are what sencillez is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God is infinitely simple.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="1.3em"&gt;-Thomas Aquinas&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070596-111890543599364953?l=sencillez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/feeds/111890543599364953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070596&amp;postID=111890543599364953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/111890543599364953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070596/posts/default/111890543599364953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sencillez.blogspot.com/2005/06/recepcion-mi-mundo.html' title='recepcion a mi mundo'/><author><name>Anne Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17326354688381095027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b274/krisvb/20060211-8489.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
