<?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-7419014340560617925</id><updated>2011-09-19T21:46:57.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stars will guide me...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayesings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419014340560617925/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayesings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Marie Klair "Kaye" F. Flores</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09245125010066635958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VLInKa8qHxI/Tg8fyRVGsII/AAAAAAAAALs/rGNSauqQ1a4/s220/173510_585075962_2649256_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419014340560617925.post-1479729446617550929</id><published>2011-09-19T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T21:46:57.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The pros and cons of being a nurse.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;REPOSTED THIS FROM SOMEONE I DON'T KNOW BUT SHARE THE SAME SENTIMENTS WITH. VERY VERY INSPIRING.KUDOS TO MY FELLOW NURSE WHO WROTE THIS! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;h1 style="margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 38px; font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; "&gt;TOP 8 THINGS I HATE ABOUT BEING A NURSE&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "  &gt;&lt;p&gt;Wondering why I chose eight? Each entry represents the standard eight hours nurses like me spend in one shift. Standard, eh? I frankly used the number because I need one; otherwise if I add up all the extended hours, this list could go on forever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I hate being a nurse because…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://airinaapril.blogspot.com/2011/08/top-8-things-i-hate-about-being-nurse.html" style="text-decoration: none; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;img class="alignright" src="http://nurses.definitelyfilipino.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/08/254134_10150210294823542_787138541_7328573_8020748_n.jpg" alt="" width="300" height="200" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; float: right; margin-top: 9px; margin-right: 9px; margin-bottom: 9px; margin-left: 9px; max-width: 576px; height: auto; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;EIGHT – Nurses wear all white and we have to wear our hair up in a bun. You know how inconvenient plus hard to maintain that is? Okay, I came to duty on a heavy rain and mud starts making its way up my white uniform and there it is, a stain to last my entire shift. Also, putting my hair up prevents my it from being gorgeous! Really. That means no straightening, rebonding nor perming because I have to pull my hair back every single day. Oh God, I always envy those girls in high fashion corporate wears and all-set hairstyles. Maybe nurses should be allowed to look the same. Umm, just maybe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SEVEN – We don’t get a professional fee (PF). We also have a license, and that makes us professionals too. But we don’t have a professional fee and we live on meager salary regardless of how many patients we’ve handled or cases we’ve assisted.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SIX – We do not have a holiday. Everyone in the industry can relate to this, I wouldn’t dare watch out for holidays because I just feel hopeless. The entire country rests lazily on their couches while I pin high my dear cap.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;FIVE – We can’t leave unfinished work. I mean office girls do that, do they? They can leave unfinished works and get to it the next morning. But nurses have to stay for as long as needed because we just can’t leave things undone. Life is at stake and life can’t wait.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;FOUR – We are the complaints center, if there is such a thing. When patients have a complaint on just about anything, they complain to the nurse. Not to the housekeeping staff, guard, doctor, or anyone else. Directly to the nurse; blame that for being too available.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;THREE – Refer this and that. Even if I know what drug to give, and I have it right here in my very hands; I can’t give it, I always need to refer and ask for a prescription. I say nurses carry immense responsibility but very little authority, now how more frustrating can that get?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;TWO – We are not treated as professionals. Leaking faucet? Faulty telly? We are always asked to do things we are not supposed to do. I mean, we’ve studied four dreaded years and earn ourselves a license for what? Fixing your telly signal? Hell no. Nurses are professionals like engineers, accountants, lawyers, and your beloved doctors whom you do not dare raise one eyebrow while you mindlessly shout at your nurse like your entire hospital bill goes straight to her salary.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ONE – Nursing is more than a sacrifice, it’s suicide. From nursing school to nurse’s station, enough sleep, enough food, nor enough rest is next to impossible. Here’s one idea that I’ve thought of just now: nurses religiously monitor patients’ urine output but at the end of the shift we realize we haven’t once gone to the bathroom: and that makes ours zero. So,if there’s one profession that wholly uses up one’s existence: be it mentally, physically, and emotionally, you got it: it’s Nursing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gosh, making a hate list is tiring; but then of course, I also have a list of the things I love in this field…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. There are always doctors and nurses who look handsome in white and you get to trifle with them; and suddenly, the world is a better place ?&lt;br /&gt;7. I love it when I get in regular clothes and everyone stares in shock; as if I’ve got no right to wear nothing but white.&lt;br /&gt;6. More seriously, as a nurse, I get to see life in all its forms: from womb to tomb.&lt;br /&gt;5. I get to work with all the goodness of my heart, no PF needed. I’m quite about sure you wouldn’t find nurses in hell.&lt;br /&gt;4. I love being able to discharge patients in their improved condition. Nothing beats seeing them go home thanking you for their recovery. I guess that just transpires the very essence of this job.&lt;br /&gt;3. My heart leaps when patients and/or relatives appreciate the work I have done; when they actually call me by name and boast that I am their nurse.&lt;br /&gt;2. No other profession is as heroic as ours: giving up our own lives in order to save others.&lt;br /&gt;1. Last of all, nurses may not be angels, but we’re the next best thing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh you get it, I’m proud of this job: I just never admit it because it’s just too much fun to complain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kudos nurses!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419014340560617925-1479729446617550929?l=kayesings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayesings.blogspot.com/feeds/1479729446617550929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419014340560617925&amp;postID=1479729446617550929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419014340560617925/posts/default/1479729446617550929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419014340560617925/posts/default/1479729446617550929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayesings.blogspot.com/2011/09/pros-and-cons-of-being-nurse.html' title='The pros and cons of being a nurse.'/><author><name>Marie Klair "Kaye" F. Flores</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09245125010066635958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VLInKa8qHxI/Tg8fyRVGsII/AAAAAAAAALs/rGNSauqQ1a4/s220/173510_585075962_2649256_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419014340560617925.post-8524232887893923768</id><published>2011-07-19T01:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T02:35:13.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Until we meet again, Harry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4bVmdXX9Fgo/TiVN8axw9gI/AAAAAAAAAN8/TkoYYCYBaaY/s1600/269987_2179956225856_1455422916_2529575_4610665_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4bVmdXX9Fgo/TiVN8axw9gI/AAAAAAAAAN8/TkoYYCYBaaY/s200/269987_2179956225856_1455422916_2529575_4610665_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630992609472214530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2 in 3D ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was exactly 10 years ago when I first learned about the book "Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone". I didn't know but I was really eager to read it. So what I did was I borrowed my cousin's book and started reading it. After reading it, the Harry-Potter magic began. I wished that Hagrid would fetch me at my house and send me to Hogwarts. I used to own a "Sorting Hat". I bought tumblers, pillows with Harry Potter and friends on in, he-he such a fanatic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ywDblK9MBoU/TiVHVAs4mmI/AAAAAAAAANk/UvStO6D2QMQ/s200/HARRY1.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630985335387757154" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;                                                                                                    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then, months passed by, I finished reading the second and the third book which were entitled "Chamber of Secrets" then "The Prisoner of Azkaban". My imagination grew beyond what I expected.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was 2001, my older cousins were talking about the first book and that JK Rowling sold its rights for a film. I remember how happy I was during that time. My family and Iwatched it in a theater. Magical it was, became a die-hard fan, wanting to see the cast. Times passed by, I will never forget how excited I got every year just to wait the Harry Potter film. Harry, Hermione, Ron, Neville and the others became my friends in an instant. It was like I was growing up with them (since we share the same age).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When the last part of the movie was released, I was happy and sad at the same time. I know, the time has come to bid farewell to my magical years with Harry and friends. I watched the movie in 3D, cried at almost every scenes, mourned when a character dies, etc. I got really affected in every part of the film. I love the twists the best compared to the other films. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I will really never forget my 10 enchanted years with them. I hope JK Rowling will come up with another story about Albus Severus Potter, Harry's son. My dream to meet anyone in the cast is still a dream I'll try to fulfill as years pass by. Long live, Harry!!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jXURrXjOnsw/TiVMvyIPdsI/AAAAAAAAANs/ueSZqpLDG5Y/s200/4959388.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630991292890576578" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fp2fyxbW8sA/TiVNHDb7LwI/AAAAAAAAAN0/gzuP9UIWYLE/s200/Harry%2BPotter.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 143px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630991692673527554" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It definitely is an end of a wonderful era.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419014340560617925-8524232887893923768?l=kayesings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayesings.blogspot.com/feeds/8524232887893923768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419014340560617925&amp;postID=8524232887893923768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419014340560617925/posts/default/8524232887893923768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419014340560617925/posts/default/8524232887893923768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayesings.blogspot.com/2011/07/until-we-meet-again-harry.html' title='Until we meet again, Harry'/><author><name>Marie Klair "Kaye" F. Flores</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09245125010066635958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VLInKa8qHxI/Tg8fyRVGsII/AAAAAAAAALs/rGNSauqQ1a4/s220/173510_585075962_2649256_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4bVmdXX9Fgo/TiVN8axw9gI/AAAAAAAAAN8/TkoYYCYBaaY/s72-c/269987_2179956225856_1455422916_2529575_4610665_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419014340560617925.post-6093851880710040121</id><published>2011-07-06T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T08:50:23.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Free days... Time to meet my buddies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6g3RiG0h1Rg/ThSBKIoYr7I/AAAAAAAAAM0/hlq3gtc958Q/s1600/261649_2149363781064_1455422916_2489155_5184075_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6g3RiG0h1Rg/ThSBKIoYr7I/AAAAAAAAAM0/hlq3gtc958Q/s200/261649_2149363781064_1455422916_2489155_5184075_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626263845608140722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can describe myself as a very active young lady. There was never a time that I wasted my free days. Well except for some weather constraints :p After my tiring morning duties and sleepless nights at work, I can still manage to go out and mingle with my college best friends. Friends who know me inside and out. For me, going out with them relieves my stress. I really love them for bearing with my schedule. Thank God I have them. :) (my family was busy so they cannot go out with me, so thank God my friends were available, well, some of them)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With my girlfriends... Mariese isn't present in the pictures below.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--P6k9sUw5f0/ThSAQEVOcxI/AAAAAAAAAMc/k9ZpYFvj-wA/s200/248615_2009283399142_1455422916_2348311_888161_n.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626262848021623570" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-II8pt16Bmn8/ThR_9wgnJHI/AAAAAAAAAMU/E_SX3gBF57U/s200/252400_2009285719200_1455422916_2348317_5599830_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626262533463024754" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h5SkeHS5duQ/ThR_fA93vgI/AAAAAAAAAMM/hQkGQvt7NO0/s200/249916_2021235977949_1455422916_2369538_1699687_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626262005304770050" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These are my pretty girlfriends. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We always try to find time to have some chitchats and eat and drink!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QNe-w8z9B4Q/ThSCDw16BkI/AAAAAAAAANM/m3BEZL4nCvo/s200/41122_1557644028440_1455422916_1523338_8092137_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626264835654813250" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Td5U-Ydazx0/ThSCDS5aFVI/AAAAAAAAANE/A2gtvaxuSl8/s200/269713_2149333380304_1455422916_2489064_4635837_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626264827616433490" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss my bestfriend. He is currently unreachable because he is now taking up Medicine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xM5X_rdQ3i8/ThSCDWVd7XI/AAAAAAAAAM8/b0mFf-Tx1GE/s200/58764_1557704869961_1455422916_1523611_381367_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626264828539432306" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Being friends with them is one of the best fate I had. It is like being with the right persons who took a big part in my college life. I admit, I am still in the period of adjusting between work and school. Been with them for 4 years, imagine! Our university is not that big so there, I met everyone of them. This friendship will last until the world ends. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419014340560617925-6093851880710040121?l=kayesings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayesings.blogspot.com/feeds/6093851880710040121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419014340560617925&amp;postID=6093851880710040121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419014340560617925/posts/default/6093851880710040121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419014340560617925/posts/default/6093851880710040121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayesings.blogspot.com/2011/07/free-days-time-to-meet-my-buddies.html' title='Free days... Time to meet my buddies!'/><author><name>Marie Klair "Kaye" F. Flores</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09245125010066635958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VLInKa8qHxI/Tg8fyRVGsII/AAAAAAAAALs/rGNSauqQ1a4/s220/173510_585075962_2649256_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6g3RiG0h1Rg/ThSBKIoYr7I/AAAAAAAAAM0/hlq3gtc958Q/s72-c/261649_2149363781064_1455422916_2489155_5184075_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419014340560617925.post-7029721553965942110</id><published>2011-07-02T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T06:54:01.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My first love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have never forgotten my dream of becoming a surgeon. Maybe one day, after all these, I will have enough of everything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I sometimes think that being a nurse is not for me. First of all, I was not raised to do errands for other people, someone did it for me. Secondly, I am not used to following orders from someone I barely know. Haay, how complicated this life could be? I am always tired. But you guys know what ease/lessen these pain I feel? Smiles of my patients, ill patients I say. They are the one who inspire me everyday of my life. Their dreams of becoming well. Their positiveness make me feel contented.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think I just need to hold on to that. I need to stop whining and complaining, instead, I should thank God for putting me here, not as a Surgeon, but as a dedicated nurse. Who knows? Maybe years from now, I will decide to fulfill my dream of becoming a Surgeon. SOMEDAY. &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419014340560617925-7029721553965942110?l=kayesings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayesings.blogspot.com/feeds/7029721553965942110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419014340560617925&amp;postID=7029721553965942110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419014340560617925/posts/default/7029721553965942110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419014340560617925/posts/default/7029721553965942110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayesings.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-first-love.html' title='My first love...'/><author><name>Marie Klair "Kaye" F. Flores</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09245125010066635958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VLInKa8qHxI/Tg8fyRVGsII/AAAAAAAAALs/rGNSauqQ1a4/s220/173510_585075962_2649256_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419014340560617925.post-3978376598269487631</id><published>2011-03-11T01:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T01:32:53.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'>STRESS</title><content type='html'>BOW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419014340560617925-3978376598269487631?l=kayesings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayesings.blogspot.com/feeds/3978376598269487631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419014340560617925&amp;postID=3978376598269487631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419014340560617925/posts/default/3978376598269487631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419014340560617925/posts/default/3978376598269487631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayesings.blogspot.com/2011/03/stress.html' title='STRESS'/><author><name>Marie Klair "Kaye" F. Flores</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09245125010066635958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VLInKa8qHxI/Tg8fyRVGsII/AAAAAAAAALs/rGNSauqQ1a4/s220/173510_585075962_2649256_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419014340560617925.post-101790579170641448</id><published>2009-10-21T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T10:34:16.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY COUNTDOWN TO UNCERTAINTY</title><content type='html'>i have more than a thousand billion steps away from my star. a hundred billion reasons to push through or not. a billion experiences to welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buhay nga naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ten years before i reach my star...five years before ano...five months before graduation from BSN (finally!!!)...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419014340560617925-101790579170641448?l=kayesings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayesings.blogspot.com/feeds/101790579170641448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419014340560617925&amp;postID=101790579170641448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419014340560617925/posts/default/101790579170641448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419014340560617925/posts/default/101790579170641448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayesings.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-countdown-to-uncertainty.html' title='MY COUNTDOWN TO UNCERTAINTY'/><author><name>Marie Klair "Kaye" F. Flores</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09245125010066635958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VLInKa8qHxI/Tg8fyRVGsII/AAAAAAAAALs/rGNSauqQ1a4/s220/173510_585075962_2649256_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419014340560617925.post-2903025524013221786</id><published>2009-09-07T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T09:07:00.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THINGS KEEP ON SPILLING...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I must admit, i am really depressed about what has been happening lately with my ugh, overrated life. I have been wanting these so-called things to take place so that I could say that "hey, this is what i've been dreaming all my life---look, it's happening, im so happy!" but then, in what i am seeing it, it's not. I had a talk with those people and I must say, I didn't like it. I hate the idea that  I am being deprived of all those things I wanted to accomplish before I could reach Maslow's Self-Actualization. I may be too early to say these things but I know myself better than others. I know what I earnestly want and how to achieve those. Miracles are my last resort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419014340560617925-2903025524013221786?l=kayesings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayesings.blogspot.com/feeds/2903025524013221786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419014340560617925&amp;postID=2903025524013221786' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419014340560617925/posts/default/2903025524013221786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419014340560617925/posts/default/2903025524013221786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayesings.blogspot.com/2009/09/why-do-things-aint-falling-on-their.html' title='THINGS KEEP ON SPILLING...'/><author><name>Marie Klair "Kaye" F. Flores</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09245125010066635958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VLInKa8qHxI/Tg8fyRVGsII/AAAAAAAAALs/rGNSauqQ1a4/s220/173510_585075962_2649256_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419014340560617925.post-6769068647097623817</id><published>2009-07-11T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T07:51:04.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JERK</title><content type='html'>jerk jerk jerk jerk!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im speechless. im sorry im being nonsense. bear with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419014340560617925-6769068647097623817?l=kayesings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayesings.blogspot.com/feeds/6769068647097623817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419014340560617925&amp;postID=6769068647097623817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419014340560617925/posts/default/6769068647097623817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419014340560617925/posts/default/6769068647097623817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayesings.blogspot.com/2009/07/jerk.html' title='JERK'/><author><name>Marie Klair "Kaye" F. Flores</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09245125010066635958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VLInKa8qHxI/Tg8fyRVGsII/AAAAAAAAALs/rGNSauqQ1a4/s220/173510_585075962_2649256_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419014340560617925.post-6140837541579486957</id><published>2009-07-05T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T08:40:58.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>why?</title><content type='html'>why? well i do have a lot of questions in my mind lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i admit i question people a lot. i overreact sometimes. i just don't know why. maybe because i don't want to be the underdog nor the loser. why am i like this? maybe this one is acceptable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing, i don't like what im becoming right now. im becoming conceited. i am becoming a monster. why am i treating him like that? i used to get "kilig" with his words. i just don't know what happened next. all of a sudden, i seem to lose my grip on him. :/ can somebody tell me why? he used to be the man of my dreams---the one who makes me feel im significant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do the word unfair existed? why do good things come to an end? why do ironies happen? :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419014340560617925-6140837541579486957?l=kayesings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayesings.blogspot.com/feeds/6140837541579486957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419014340560617925&amp;postID=6140837541579486957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419014340560617925/posts/default/6140837541579486957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419014340560617925/posts/default/6140837541579486957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayesings.blogspot.com/2009/07/why.html' title='why?'/><author><name>Marie Klair "Kaye" F. Flores</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09245125010066635958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VLInKa8qHxI/Tg8fyRVGsII/AAAAAAAAALs/rGNSauqQ1a4/s220/173510_585075962_2649256_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419014340560617925.post-7282153749067389507</id><published>2009-06-11T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T06:28:22.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KILL-TIME post ^^,</title><content type='html'>A) FOUR JOBS I'VE HAD IN MY LIFE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. sole comforter&lt;br /&gt;2. secretary slash operator&lt;br /&gt;3. saleslady (haha i worked for my mom's grocery)&lt;br /&gt;4. private nurse for granma :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B) FOUR JOBS I WANT IN MY LIFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. SURGEON&lt;br /&gt;2. OR nurse&lt;br /&gt;3. Poet, Writer&lt;br /&gt;4. Band Vocalist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C) FOUR MOVIES I WOULD WATCH OVER AND OVER AND OVER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 10 Things I Hate About You&lt;br /&gt;2. Troy&lt;br /&gt;3. Cruel Intentions&lt;br /&gt;4. A Knight's Tale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D) FOUR PLACES WHERE I HAVE LIVED:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Angat&lt;br /&gt;2. QC&lt;br /&gt;3. Malate, Manila&lt;br /&gt;4. ---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E) FOUR TV SHOWS I LOVE TO WATCH:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. HOUSE MD&lt;br /&gt;2. Supernatural&lt;br /&gt;3. One Tree Hill&lt;br /&gt;4. Anything on Animal Planet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F) FOUR THINGS I CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT (OTHER THAN THE BASICS):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Laptop/Laptop&lt;br /&gt;2. Ipod&lt;br /&gt;3. Books/Magazines-&lt;br /&gt;4. TV!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G) 4 WEBSITES I VISIT DAILY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Facebook&lt;br /&gt;2. Multiply&lt;br /&gt;3. Blogger&lt;br /&gt;4. Perez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H) FOUR OF MY FAVORITE FOODS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pasta&lt;br /&gt;2. Mangoes&lt;br /&gt;3. Chips&lt;br /&gt;4. Fruits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I) FOUR PLACES I WOULD RATHER BE RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. HongKong&lt;br /&gt;2. USA&lt;br /&gt;3. Vatican City&lt;br /&gt;4. London&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J) FOUR OF MY FAVORITE PERFUMES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Light Blue by Dolce and Gabbana&lt;br /&gt;2. CK One&lt;br /&gt;3. Clinique happy for women&lt;br /&gt;4. Elizabeth Arden's Green Tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K) FOUR OF MY FAVORITE MUSICALS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Miss Saigon&lt;br /&gt;2. Sweeney Todd&lt;br /&gt;3. Sound of Music&lt;br /&gt;4. Les Miserables&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L) FOUR FRIENDS WHO I THINK WILL TAKE THIS QUIZ:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M) FOUR FAMOUS PEOPLE I WOULD LOVE TO MEET - DEAD OR ALIVE :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Johnny Depp&lt;br /&gt;2. Brad Pitt&lt;br /&gt;3. Tyra Banks&lt;br /&gt;4. Oprah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N) FOUR THINGS THAT MAKES ME HAPPY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. GADGETS&lt;br /&gt;2. FRIENDS&lt;br /&gt;3. FAMILY&lt;br /&gt;4. FOOD =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419014340560617925-7282153749067389507?l=kayesings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayesings.blogspot.com/feeds/7282153749067389507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419014340560617925&amp;postID=7282153749067389507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419014340560617925/posts/default/7282153749067389507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419014340560617925/posts/default/7282153749067389507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayesings.blogspot.com/2009/06/kill-time-post.html' title='KILL-TIME post ^^,'/><author><name>Marie Klair "Kaye" F. Flores</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09245125010066635958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VLInKa8qHxI/Tg8fyRVGsII/AAAAAAAAALs/rGNSauqQ1a4/s220/173510_585075962_2649256_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419014340560617925.post-4485210108919512293</id><published>2009-06-07T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T04:09:55.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PLEASE TURN this INSANITY TO VANITY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOO-BORAT, EH?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much is up for tonight&lt;br /&gt;politics kill me, and also the h1n1 fright&lt;br /&gt;i just stared at the stars---that are bright&lt;br /&gt;just thought of something---some holy light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;light up the sky, a man once said&lt;br /&gt;i dunno how, i just went to bed&lt;br /&gt;i fell asleep and saw everything was red&lt;br /&gt;that's the first sign baby, gee, right Fred?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im writing this out of nothing&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll have them readers, all laughing&lt;br /&gt;kick my ass if you want and just sing&lt;br /&gt;pretty please, sing, just don't beat the king&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ain't know what's this all about&lt;br /&gt;one thing's for sure, he doesn't have a gout&lt;br /&gt;you know who he is, he ain't stout&lt;br /&gt;he's my man, it all comes from my mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am insane, so insane&lt;br /&gt;all night wondering, why send rain?&lt;br /&gt;i might stop this and just be a vain&lt;br /&gt;i just can't, for it'll not be my gain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Looks like someone is bored here. That's how crazy I get when bored. La-la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419014340560617925-4485210108919512293?l=kayesings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayesings.blogspot.com/feeds/4485210108919512293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419014340560617925&amp;postID=4485210108919512293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419014340560617925/posts/default/4485210108919512293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419014340560617925/posts/default/4485210108919512293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayesings.blogspot.com/2009/06/please-turn-this-insanity-to-vanity.html' title='PLEASE TURN this INSANITY TO VANITY'/><author><name>Marie Klair "Kaye" F. Flores</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09245125010066635958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VLInKa8qHxI/Tg8fyRVGsII/AAAAAAAAALs/rGNSauqQ1a4/s220/173510_585075962_2649256_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419014340560617925.post-2873110497285654248</id><published>2009-06-07T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T01:13:50.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fingers are kept crossed...</title><content type='html'>I have a lot of dreams. Dreams that could either make me succeed or not. Dreams that inspire me in my works and tasks. Dreams that motivate me to live by with each fucking day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am stressed out---some of you might know that. For those who don't, well now you know. I probably am uncertain of such things. But then, my vision got clear when I went to this place. This place was full of life -changing people. It was the first time in my existence that those people I met, circumstances I have encountered,---played a big role in my life. I can not seem to get over with that experience. Maybe, those are some of the signs I have been waiting for all my life. I have been living under &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"bahala-na"&lt;/span&gt; principles but now, I have learned how to be determined and persevered in what I desire. I am now DREAMING BIG. Nothing is wrong with dreaming as long as you will do a move for that dream. Lao Tzu once said, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"A j&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ourney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; of a thousand miles begins wi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;th a single step."&lt;/span&gt; First step it is. I am now doing my first step of /to this a-thousand-mile journey towards my star. My star is my key to happiness. I will do anything I have to, for this star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some of my stars would be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_thgn2fzcSzk/Sit3qkRXAeI/AAAAAAAAAJk/-xOAlixXaZE/s1600-h/DSC06639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_thgn2fzcSzk/Sit3qkRXAeI/AAAAAAAAAJk/-xOAlixXaZE/s200/DSC06639.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344496955979923938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-working inside the O.R. with my lovely groupmates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_thgn2fzcSzk/Sit4OJ8hGII/AAAAAAAAAJs/WsikAUEFuhQ/s1600-h/DSC06642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_thgn2fzcSzk/Sit4OJ8hGII/AAAAAAAAAJs/WsikAUEFuhQ/s200/DSC06642.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344497567388473474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-have sooo much toxicity in a surgery that i will have nowhere to sleep but here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_thgn2fzcSzk/Sit5G7lFQ2I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/wKvtOm2csWs/s1600-h/DSC06656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_thgn2fzcSzk/Sit5G7lFQ2I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/wKvtOm2csWs/s200/DSC06656.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344498542784627554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-do a surgery here at EAMC's Dept. of Surgery's OR 1,  after finishing my med school with future consultant, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dr. Virgilio "Jiju" Flores- Garcia&lt;/span&gt; (he is the first surgeon whom I had assisted my first Major Case &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Exploratory Laparotomy, Appendectomy, Lavage and Omentum Biopsy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                              &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; ``````````````````````````````````````````&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I have stated above, there are people who inspire me to reach my star. I am more than thankful for knowing them and allowing them to enter in my curious life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_thgn2fzcSzk/Sit-Gy9cVwI/AAAAAAAAAKM/pZIBtnwtiR8/s1600-h/DSC06690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_thgn2fzcSzk/Sit-Gy9cVwI/AAAAAAAAAKM/pZIBtnwtiR8/s200/DSC06690.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344504038029022978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sir Mike&lt;/span&gt; for his jokes :) bbye na :( he'll leave the country next month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thgn2fzcSzk/Sit-HWJpuqI/AAAAAAAAAKc/nGAPa9McV2w/s1600-h/DSC06695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thgn2fzcSzk/Sit-HWJpuqI/AAAAAAAAAKc/nGAPa9McV2w/s200/DSC06695.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344504047475473058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sir Yodico&lt;/span&gt; is one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_thgn2fzcSzk/Sit_LTgsmjI/AAAAAAAAAKk/wG0RcNTV-g8/s1600-h/DSC06711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_thgn2fzcSzk/Sit_LTgsmjI/AAAAAAAAAKk/wG0RcNTV-g8/s200/DSC06711.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344505214997928498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last but not the least, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SIR REMO PALGAN&lt;/span&gt; the greatest! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sir Melvin, Mam Mia, Mam Luz, Mam Leane and Mam Che---we won't forget you!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now I can not seem to get enough of the  surgery thingy. Who knows what is gonna happen. One thing's for sure---&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IMPOSSIBLE IS A BIG NOTHING! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419014340560617925-2873110497285654248?l=kayesings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayesings.blogspot.com/feeds/2873110497285654248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419014340560617925&amp;postID=2873110497285654248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419014340560617925/posts/default/2873110497285654248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419014340560617925/posts/default/2873110497285654248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayesings.blogspot.com/2009/06/fingers-are-kept-crossed.html' title='Fingers are kept crossed...'/><author><name>Marie Klair "Kaye" F. Flores</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09245125010066635958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VLInKa8qHxI/Tg8fyRVGsII/AAAAAAAAALs/rGNSauqQ1a4/s220/173510_585075962_2649256_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_thgn2fzcSzk/Sit3qkRXAeI/AAAAAAAAAJk/-xOAlixXaZE/s72-c/DSC06639.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419014340560617925.post-3709875628150423115</id><published>2009-04-01T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T10:31:19.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my cute lil inaanak!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thgn2fzcSzk/SdOjpQUpEJI/AAAAAAAAAIw/uAmB_Otl1XE/s1600-h/n1159626905_30132278_2107932.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thgn2fzcSzk/SdOjpQUpEJI/AAAAAAAAAIw/uAmB_Otl1XE/s200/n1159626905_30132278_2107932.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319775514006196370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thgn2fzcSzk/SdOjpH0C5oI/AAAAAAAAAIo/73ifkfiVmQg/s1600-h/n1159626905_30129742_987429.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thgn2fzcSzk/SdOjpH0C5oI/AAAAAAAAAIo/73ifkfiVmQg/s200/n1159626905_30129742_987429.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319775511721993858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_thgn2fzcSzk/SdOjo_b8S8I/AAAAAAAAAIg/tJRuCLWtusU/s1600-h/n1159626905_30129683_3956394.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_thgn2fzcSzk/SdOjo_b8S8I/AAAAAAAAAIg/tJRuCLWtusU/s200/n1159626905_30129683_3956394.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319775509473414082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;oh nothing. i just thought of showing you guys my adorable and cuddly lil kiddo (inaanak lang ha)&lt;br /&gt;she's one of the sweetest creatures alive :)&lt;br /&gt;whenever she's at my house, she cuddles and kisses me. aww! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419014340560617925-3709875628150423115?l=kayesings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayesings.blogspot.com/feeds/3709875628150423115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419014340560617925&amp;postID=3709875628150423115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419014340560617925/posts/default/3709875628150423115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419014340560617925/posts/default/3709875628150423115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayesings.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-cute-lil-inaanak.html' title='my cute lil inaanak!'/><author><name>Marie Klair "Kaye" F. Flores</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09245125010066635958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VLInKa8qHxI/Tg8fyRVGsII/AAAAAAAAALs/rGNSauqQ1a4/s220/173510_585075962_2649256_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thgn2fzcSzk/SdOjpQUpEJI/AAAAAAAAAIw/uAmB_Otl1XE/s72-c/n1159626905_30132278_2107932.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419014340560617925.post-8413201516075171604</id><published>2009-04-01T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T10:06:41.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paano ba maging happy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thgn2fzcSzk/SdOdn8ebh4I/AAAAAAAAAIY/xYnCKWkdxCg/s1600-h/happiness_of_katakuris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 326px; height: 222px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thgn2fzcSzk/SdOdn8ebh4I/AAAAAAAAAIY/xYnCKWkdxCg/s200/happiness_of_katakuris.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319768894428907394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paano nga ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Magka-iphone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Magtravel around the world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Magpakalasing almost everyday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Manalo sa lotto?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Maging Suma Cum Laude?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Makapag-artista?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Magkaron ng Hummer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Magparticipate sa Beauty Contest?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sumexy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Makapagcollect ng all sorts of jewelries or branded watches?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Maresolve ang Global Warming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Mawala corruption.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Mawalan ng pollution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-No cha-cha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-No Tuition Fee increase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Be with your friends in ups and downs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Movie with the family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It varies perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it. Happiness is everywhere.  It is in all sorts of form. Happiness is a state of mind or feeling such as contentment, satisfaction, pleasure, or joy. Some of us enjoy sunsets, beaches,---in short, sceneries. Others look up to wealth for happiness. As for the unfortunates, surviving each friggin' day make them happy. Pero sabi nga:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"It requires some effort to achieve a happy outlook on life, and most people don't make it." &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;—&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Author and researcher Gregg Easterbrook&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why? Because many people cling to gloomy ways out of habit. They become depressed and pathetic because of their own ways of dealing such problems. One reason again is because the economy lacks the robustness to sustain policy changes that would bring about more happiness like poor community services, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As for myself, simple things can make me happy. FAMILY, FRIENDS,----will do.  Indeed. They brighten up my gloomy day. They are in my lowest lows and shrillest highs. We all live with the objective of being happy; our lives are all different and yet the same. So reality bites eh? We just have to live with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happiness is undeniably different in each of us. Whatever it is, as long as it can make you feel contented and satisfied---it's happiness.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;XX&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419014340560617925-8413201516075171604?l=kayesings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayesings.blogspot.com/feeds/8413201516075171604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419014340560617925&amp;postID=8413201516075171604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419014340560617925/posts/default/8413201516075171604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419014340560617925/posts/default/8413201516075171604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayesings.blogspot.com/2009/04/paano-ba-maging-happy.html' title='Paano ba maging happy?'/><author><name>Marie Klair "Kaye" F. Flores</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09245125010066635958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VLInKa8qHxI/Tg8fyRVGsII/AAAAAAAAALs/rGNSauqQ1a4/s220/173510_585075962_2649256_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thgn2fzcSzk/SdOdn8ebh4I/AAAAAAAAAIY/xYnCKWkdxCg/s72-c/happiness_of_katakuris.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419014340560617925.post-7499316233856708188</id><published>2009-03-28T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T23:16:14.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cut the crap! (Angels and Demons eh?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;With so many problems in the world, we find it funny the Vatican has time to focus on this nonsense!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tom Hank&lt;/strong&gt;'s latest flick, &lt;em&gt;Angels &amp;amp; Demons&lt;/em&gt;, based on the best-selling novel by Dan Brown, is receiving strong opposition from the Vatican.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;According to &lt;em&gt;Avvenire&lt;/em&gt;, the Vatican's official newspaper, the church "cannot approve" the film. Another Italian newspaper claims the Vatican will soon call for Catholics worldwide to boycott the flick.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;However, Archbishop Velasio De Paolis is worried that &lt;a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/culture/film/5038815/Vatican-to-call-for-boycott-of-Tom-Hanks-film-Angels-and-Demons.html" target="_blank"&gt;boycotting&lt;/a&gt; the movie will create a "boomerang effect" by giving it more publicity.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Guess the Pope and his posse are still bothered by the fact that the book and movie suggested Jesus had secretly married that "whore", Mary Magdalene.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jesus loves all - some more than others!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Even last year, while filming, the Vatican banned filmmakers from entering the Holy City or any church in Rome really. So one of the movie's key scenes, set inside church of Santa Maria della Vittoria, had to be filmed on a soundstage.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;According to a Vatican spokesman, Father Marco Fibbi, he said, "Usually we read the script but in this case it wasn't necessary. Just the name Dan Brown was enough."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The flick hits theaters worldwide this May 15th.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We bet the Vatican will be watching it in secret!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;---according to perezhilton.com&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For goodness' sake. This is just a movie---based on one of the best-selling books of Dan Brown! Film makers have rights to choose what to do or what to show in those ones. Let us not judge what Dan Brown wrote because that is just how he sees everything he had written. Every writer has their own point of views so lets just respect Dan's. Creativity that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419014340560617925-7499316233856708188?l=kayesings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayesings.blogspot.com/feeds/7499316233856708188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419014340560617925&amp;postID=7499316233856708188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419014340560617925/posts/default/7499316233856708188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419014340560617925/posts/default/7499316233856708188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayesings.blogspot.com/2009/03/cut-crap-angels-and-demons-eh.html' title='Cut the crap! (Angels and Demons eh?)'/><author><name>Marie Klair "Kaye" F. Flores</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09245125010066635958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VLInKa8qHxI/Tg8fyRVGsII/AAAAAAAAALs/rGNSauqQ1a4/s220/173510_585075962_2649256_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419014340560617925.post-292153802009146704</id><published>2009-03-28T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T23:18:47.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FREEDOM as I call it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2 weeks. I've got 2 weeks of summer vacation before going back to school for immersion at the most depressed areas we could go to or to the most toxic hospitals NCR could offer. We are being sent to home to relax, spend time with family, have some leisure and recreations blahblahblah. Being home---which I thought is boring is not what I expected. My summer vacation started okay--- "so-so" in a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent/ I will spend my vacation in such ways:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Welcomed Aunt Nida!&lt;br /&gt;2. Facebooked the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;3. Sweeney Todd baby!&lt;br /&gt;4. I had a very interesting conversation with my bestfriend, Just.&lt;br /&gt;5. Bonded with the fam.&lt;br /&gt;6. Had a 3-day vacation in Q.C. to shop, eat and visit Tito Ray's relatives-- Trinoma, SM North Edsa, Circle C, SM Fairview, Saisaki, gulp.&lt;br /&gt;7. Watched Patch Adams @ Ching's crib&lt;br /&gt;8. Lunchdate with the Flores Clan&lt;br /&gt;9. PET SOCIETY baby!&lt;br /&gt;10. Dad's and Jom's birthday blow-out (with relatives again)&lt;br /&gt;11. Had halo-halo with the fam---again!&lt;br /&gt;12. Insulin/HGT/CBG Monitoring for nanay (some-kind-of diabetic)&lt;br /&gt;13. Ate the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;14. I will attend my dear cousin's graduation! :)&lt;br /&gt;15. I realized that I need to lose some weight :(&lt;br /&gt;16. Will be going to Subic, yehey! (again??)&lt;br /&gt;17. .................&lt;br /&gt;18. ................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I still don't know yet! Who knows eh? All I know is that I want my summer vacation to be productive! I think this vacation binded me closer to my relatives :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419014340560617925-292153802009146704?l=kayesings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayesings.blogspot.com/feeds/292153802009146704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419014340560617925&amp;postID=292153802009146704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419014340560617925/posts/default/292153802009146704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419014340560617925/posts/default/292153802009146704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayesings.blogspot.com/2009/03/freedom-as-i-call-it.html' title='FREEDOM as I call it!'/><author><name>Marie Klair "Kaye" F. Flores</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09245125010066635958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VLInKa8qHxI/Tg8fyRVGsII/AAAAAAAAALs/rGNSauqQ1a4/s220/173510_585075962_2649256_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419014340560617925.post-5213086459271895074</id><published>2009-03-28T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T00:49:11.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hope you joined in here! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Earth Hour&lt;/b&gt; is an international event organised by the WWF (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/World_Wide_Fund_for_Nature" title="World Wide Fund for Nature"&gt;World Wide Fund for Nature/World Wildlife Fund&lt;/a&gt;), and held on the last Saturday of March each year, which asks households and businesses to turn off their non-essential lights and electrical appliances for one hour to raise awareness towards the need to take action on &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Climate_change" title="Climate change"&gt;climate change&lt;/a&gt;. Earth hour was conceived by WWF Australia and the &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Sydney_Morning_Herald" title="The Sydney Morning Herald"&gt;Sydney Morning Herald&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; in 2007, when 2.2 million residents of Sydney participated by turning off all non-essential lights.&lt;sup id="cite_ref-0" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Earth_Hour#cite_note-0" title=""&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;Following Sydney's lead, many other cities around the world adopted the event in 2008. &lt;sup id="cite_ref-1" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Earth_Hour#cite_note-1" title=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;sup id="cite_ref-2" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Earth_Hour#cite_note-2" title=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;Earth Hour is currently taking place on Saturday, March 28, 2009 at 8:30 pm, local time." as defined by Wikipedia.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;So this is great! We're being disciplined by conserving the unecessary electricity in our households. Hope everyone joined! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419014340560617925-5213086459271895074?l=kayesings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayesings.blogspot.com/feeds/5213086459271895074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419014340560617925&amp;postID=5213086459271895074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419014340560617925/posts/default/5213086459271895074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419014340560617925/posts/default/5213086459271895074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayesings.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-hope-you-joined-in-here.html' title='I hope you joined in here! :)'/><author><name>Marie Klair "Kaye" F. Flores</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09245125010066635958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VLInKa8qHxI/Tg8fyRVGsII/AAAAAAAAALs/rGNSauqQ1a4/s220/173510_585075962_2649256_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419014340560617925.post-5459454377368391625</id><published>2009-03-14T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T23:24:36.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Miscommunication Creates Personal Conflict</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="body"&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you were to ask me to pick one factor that was responsible for conflict—I’d have to choose miscommunication, hands-down, as the primary factor. Why? Because miscommunication opens up the triangle of other factors that inevitably leads to conflict.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let us discuss this miscommunication conflict triangle. Picture a triangle with miscommunication taking one side, fear taking another, and assumption taking the third side.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Miscommunication&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How does miscommunication happen? It happens when one side doesn’t communicate enough information to us, or we misinterpret the real meaning of their words. In either case, we get a different meaning of their words than they intended. With the advent of e-mail and IM chat, this is a becoming a common problem now-a-days because type-based communication is asynchronous communication, meaning that people do not communicate in real time—its essentially a telegram. Asynchronous communication does not allow for immediate feedback response, so our minds have to interpret what the other person is saying based upon their typed words alone. Although most common in typed-based communication, miscommunication can also occur in any type of communication setting. Another common type of miscommunication is no communication or a lack of communication.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fear&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;People always fear the worst outcome. In miscommunication, the mind will fill in the missing information with their own creative insight, which is often fear-based. Think of the husband who is out late and forgets to call his wife. Because there is a lack of communication there, she begins to worry and her mind immediately switches to fear mode. Self-talk occurs and it takes the form of her own fears. Did something happen to him? Is he cheating on me? Our minds will always think of the worst possible outcomes based on our fears and insecurities.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Assumption Believed As Truth&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our minds need logical explanations to events. One of our most basic needs is the need to have answers and the need for reasons and explanations. Absent those needs, our minds switch to a fear-based mode where we have to satisfy our need for answers with that of assumption. Assumption is a derivative of fear because we always assume the worst based on our fears and insecurities. Assumption therefore fulfills our need for a logical explanation for the unexplainable event and we tend to become locked into that assumption, believing it as truth. The wife, who might be insecure about their relationship, might remember the time when she caught her husband flirting with the secretary, and her fears will drive her to make the assumption that her husband must have gone out to meet her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;What To Do?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When we are faced with miscommunication, we must keep our minds open to additional possibilities without adopting a certain truth about the other person until we know exactly from them what they are thinking. How can this be accomplished? Well, your fears and assumptions will automatically kick in. There is no way to fend against that because that is how our minds are wired. Instead of adopting those assumptions as the truth however, simply acknowledge those assumptions as one possibility out of a number of possibilities. List other possibilities with your assumptions and acknowledge them all without judging or evaluating them. Simply tell yourself, "These are all possible, but we don’t know the truth yet, so I won’t lock myself into any one of them." By keeping your mind open to additional possibilities, you can break the assumption triangle and prevent miscommunication conflict from happening.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419014340560617925-5459454377368391625?l=kayesings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayesings.blogspot.com/feeds/5459454377368391625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419014340560617925&amp;postID=5459454377368391625' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419014340560617925/posts/default/5459454377368391625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419014340560617925/posts/default/5459454377368391625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayesings.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-miscommunication-creates-personal.html' title='Why Miscommunication Creates Personal Conflict'/><author><name>Marie Klair "Kaye" F. Flores</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09245125010066635958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VLInKa8qHxI/Tg8fyRVGsII/AAAAAAAAALs/rGNSauqQ1a4/s220/173510_585075962_2649256_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419014340560617925.post-410565104740422334</id><published>2009-03-07T21:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T22:11:46.364-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a kiss to send him off...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_thgn2fzcSzk/SbNb2ay4GBI/AAAAAAAAAHw/r3I57UTfYOs/s1600-h/3332852132_8e92c52a3f_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310689376063723538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_thgn2fzcSzk/SbNb2ay4GBI/AAAAAAAAAHw/r3I57UTfYOs/s200/3332852132_8e92c52a3f_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Francis M., a man of talent, words, wisdom, has been an icon for every Filipinos out there. He wasn't scared to face what is bound for him. Francis "Kiko" Magalona or as he is also known Francis M, Master Rapper, and The Man From Manila is credited as being the first Filipino rapper in the Philippines to successfully crossover to the mainstream. He is also popularly known as the "King of Pinoy Rap" and is one of the most idolized, celebrated and influential rappers within the genre. I used to watch his movies way way back. From &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bagets&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Engkanto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tong-its&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MTV Asia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eat Bulaga&lt;/strong&gt; nasubaybayan ko sya.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tignan nyo naman, &lt;/em&gt;undergoing in a chemotherapy was not easy. &lt;em&gt;Andami nyang pinagdaanan&lt;/em&gt; just to get well. He underwent series of chemotherapies with a cool and positive aura. He'll always be remembered. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, here's a kiss to send him off. &lt;div&gt;:* Goodbye Mr. Francis M.!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310694198772074258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 136px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_thgn2fzcSzk/SbNgPIyJhxI/AAAAAAAAAII/U4LPOGfqD2A/s200/FrancisM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419014340560617925-410565104740422334?l=kayesings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayesings.blogspot.com/feeds/410565104740422334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419014340560617925&amp;postID=410565104740422334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419014340560617925/posts/default/410565104740422334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419014340560617925/posts/default/410565104740422334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayesings.blogspot.com/2009/03/kiss-to-send-him-off.html' title='a kiss to send him off...'/><author><name>Marie Klair "Kaye" F. Flores</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09245125010066635958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VLInKa8qHxI/Tg8fyRVGsII/AAAAAAAAALs/rGNSauqQ1a4/s220/173510_585075962_2649256_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_thgn2fzcSzk/SbNb2ay4GBI/AAAAAAAAAHw/r3I57UTfYOs/s72-c/3332852132_8e92c52a3f_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419014340560617925.post-3591277291487338296</id><published>2009-02-22T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T06:36:55.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbye long weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i am happy for i was able to stay here at home for almost 3 days since the president declared that Feb. 23 will be a holiday for us students. ill be leaving home again for manila. another week of stress and stress and stress. duty at Manila Doctor's, quiz on Oncology Nursing, quiz about marriage, etc. i think i am deprived on watching t.v. and surfing the net when i am in the dorm. boohoo. too bad i won't be able to post for few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419014340560617925-3591277291487338296?l=kayesings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayesings.blogspot.com/feeds/3591277291487338296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419014340560617925&amp;postID=3591277291487338296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419014340560617925/posts/default/3591277291487338296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419014340560617925/posts/default/3591277291487338296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayesings.blogspot.com/2009/02/goodbye-long-weekend.html' title='goodbye long weekend!'/><author><name>Marie Klair "Kaye" F. Flores</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09245125010066635958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VLInKa8qHxI/Tg8fyRVGsII/AAAAAAAAALs/rGNSauqQ1a4/s220/173510_585075962_2649256_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419014340560617925.post-2950527546125873138</id><published>2009-02-21T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T21:37:03.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>living under nobody's spotlight + PARANOIA + overanalyzation = mixed thoughts</title><content type='html'>indeed! nobody wants to live under someone else's spotlight. i am really glad because my friend stopped living in that guy's spotlight. hahaha. GUESS WHO?? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i don't know why i am in the mood to post here in blogger. i am just inspired probably. i can say that i am happy with my life right now. i have my friends, family, etc. i get to see my love este crush every thursday and friday (sir, oo na ikaw na yun  hahaha gwapo mo kasi eh) , i get to eat more than 3x a day (im a glutton, okay?? diet na ko don't worry. di ba dan maggym tayo??),  i get to have all what i need and want, and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i am in the process of thinking intellectually right now. why is that balancing life's activities is the hardest part? in fact, i dont know why it's hard. before, i don't know how to control happiness over depression but then, as i undergo the process of different stages of transition, i little by little told my self that i have to set priorities in order to come up with a good end product which could lead me to self-actualization. i have been thinking a lot and it makes me insane already! im in the stage of paranoia! paranoia with the uncertain. if i could just have a vision of what is bound to happen soon, i will waste no time just to see what is up for me. im am to scared to face what is destined to happen but i do believe in faith. i have faith in God and with His decisions. He hasn't failed me since I started knowing Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wait, pause muna. why is that my mind is clenched with a lot of stuffs? i am having an increaced ICP. this is bad. damn! why do i think a lot? most often, when i was left alone, i think. when someone's discussing in front, i think. i think about what could happen to the world, to our school, to my family, to my friends and most sepecially, to myself.. what am i really up to? i can't help but blame myself for whatever happens. everything is inevitable---admit it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea why am i suffering with this syndrome. oh well, maybe im a candidate for a psychiatric disorder. i will find the best diagnosis for this. HAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.  (yuck, baliw ako!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419014340560617925-2950527546125873138?l=kayesings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayesings.blogspot.com/feeds/2950527546125873138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419014340560617925&amp;postID=2950527546125873138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419014340560617925/posts/default/2950527546125873138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419014340560617925/posts/default/2950527546125873138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayesings.blogspot.com/2009/02/living-under-nobodys-spotlight.html' title='living under nobody&apos;s spotlight + PARANOIA + overanalyzation = mixed thoughts'/><author><name>Marie Klair "Kaye" F. Flores</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09245125010066635958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VLInKa8qHxI/Tg8fyRVGsII/AAAAAAAAALs/rGNSauqQ1a4/s220/173510_585075962_2649256_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419014340560617925.post-8524192164555559160</id><published>2009-02-21T05:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T05:28:26.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the night that was!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thgn2fzcSzk/SaAAeOS9ojI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/wdqtucEg06g/s1600-h/DSC03276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thgn2fzcSzk/SaAAeOS9ojI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/wdqtucEg06g/s200/DSC03276.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305240880276152882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so here is my embarrassing shot! the gang told the singer that i am an RN and that it was my birthday. HAHAHA. ang sarap ng inom na yan, swear! so the singer ended up inviting me to sing with her. the one i sang was cool with you by jennifer love hewitt! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"THE NIGHT THAT WAS" was a lot of fun indeed. :) social drinking ain't bad after all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what: another Tamang-inom-na-masaya-na -nakakaadik night!&lt;br /&gt;where: PASEO located @ Robinson's Manila&lt;br /&gt;when: Feb. 20. 2009&lt;br /&gt;who: THE GANG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we all had fun! thanks to the crowded sherwood, we ended up drinking at paseo :) who says that being sober is not cool? HAHAHA. (that line's for you japong!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419014340560617925-8524192164555559160?l=kayesings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayesings.blogspot.com/feeds/8524192164555559160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419014340560617925&amp;postID=8524192164555559160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419014340560617925/posts/default/8524192164555559160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419014340560617925/posts/default/8524192164555559160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayesings.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-here-is-my-embarrassing-shot-gang.html' title='the night that was!'/><author><name>Marie Klair "Kaye" F. Flores</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09245125010066635958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VLInKa8qHxI/Tg8fyRVGsII/AAAAAAAAALs/rGNSauqQ1a4/s220/173510_585075962_2649256_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thgn2fzcSzk/SaAAeOS9ojI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/wdqtucEg06g/s72-c/DSC03276.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419014340560617925.post-6958352353041306996</id><published>2009-02-21T04:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T04:59:01.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'>stand for what you believe in! :D</title><content type='html'>so i guess i have been deprived of blogging. i don't know the reason why but whatever that is, im glad i've remembered my password. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have always been the bad girl. yeah right! the bitch among the group (it doesn't show right, but it's the truth). i always have side-comments, complaints and other stuffs like that---maybe because i don't want to be the loser in every friggin' situation. face it, who would want to be the loser right? why would you let someone step on you by using his/her damn so-called principles?! we do have our own beliefs and stand against certain things right? so who do they think they are to ruin someone? i had encountered a lot of circumstances when i fought with people like that. anyway, what im trying to connote is that when you think that someone is underestimating your capacities mentally and physically, well then prove the bitch that she is in the wrong track. when you think you can redeem yourself, well, do it. just like me, i don't get scared voicing out because i was not born to be a follower to those people who can't accept each and everyone's uniqueness. they think that they are the one who are capable of some stuffs. they don't let other people experience what they really deserve. others are being deprived because of those bitches' brains! as for you, (reader), don't let their babbling fool you. yeah, they're good grammatically and they are very fluent, but when you try to get what they are really trying to say, they are nothing. their all baloney!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe that the only way to get things right is through opposing! we need to oppose something that we think ain't right. there are a lot of things worth fighting for! whatever they say, believe in yourself and stand for it! it must be congruent as well. chances are, they might realize that you have a point and that they will just stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419014340560617925-6958352353041306996?l=kayesings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayesings.blogspot.com/feeds/6958352353041306996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419014340560617925&amp;postID=6958352353041306996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419014340560617925/posts/default/6958352353041306996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419014340560617925/posts/default/6958352353041306996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayesings.blogspot.com/2009/02/stand-for-what-you-believe-in-d.html' title='stand for what you believe in! :D'/><author><name>Marie Klair "Kaye" F. Flores</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09245125010066635958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VLInKa8qHxI/Tg8fyRVGsII/AAAAAAAAALs/rGNSauqQ1a4/s220/173510_585075962_2649256_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419014340560617925.post-4886330146449472318</id><published>2008-10-15T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T06:53:20.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i am being hopeful...</title><content type='html'>i am hopeful in a way&lt;br /&gt;that all the negative thoughts will be washed away...&lt;br /&gt;but still i don't know what to think,&lt;br /&gt;to the point that i can't even blink...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to stop this agony i am suffering&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to prolong this hurtful feeling&lt;br /&gt;but i know indeed that life is like this,&lt;br /&gt;nah, forget it, let's just sing BLISS :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am giving my 100% trust to God. I know, with Him, nothing is impossible. :) I just hafta be positive in dealing with life's challenges. Life is indeed full of mysteries, complications, problems, etc. Those are just challenges that can test our credibility and skills in doing the right thing. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419014340560617925-4886330146449472318?l=kayesings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayesings.blogspot.com/feeds/4886330146449472318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419014340560617925&amp;postID=4886330146449472318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419014340560617925/posts/default/4886330146449472318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419014340560617925/posts/default/4886330146449472318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayesings.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-being-hopeful.html' title='i am being hopeful...'/><author><name>Marie Klair "Kaye" F. Flores</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09245125010066635958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VLInKa8qHxI/Tg8fyRVGsII/AAAAAAAAALs/rGNSauqQ1a4/s220/173510_585075962_2649256_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419014340560617925.post-1791084565016560908</id><published>2008-10-14T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T00:54:39.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>after 10 long years...</title><content type='html'>finally! i had recovered my password!!! a lot of things had passed by since my last post here. boohoo. im sooo outdated :( i lost track of this hideous blog. haha :D i kid you not! it's undeniably true that i forgot my password. i screwed a lot. haha. a lot of good and bad things had happened. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. we just had our capping! hooray for us!&lt;br /&gt;2. the endless inuman sessions with the tropa!&lt;br /&gt;3. tambay moments @ jack's loft&lt;br /&gt;4. tambay moments and overnight @ japong's dorm&lt;br /&gt;5. movie marathons! :D&lt;br /&gt;6. tropic thunder moments!&lt;br /&gt;7. sex is zero moments. haha!&lt;br /&gt;8. kontrahan moments with justine zamora and nicca&lt;br /&gt;9. class party with sir P., ms. dR., and ms. A.&lt;br /&gt;10. being acquainted with the whole 3A! :D&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;meeting Joel :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. being close with my duty groupmates&lt;br /&gt;13. supporting every friends' gig&lt;br /&gt;14. being basag in front of everyone!&lt;br /&gt;15. hyperemesis gravidarum in front of everyone haha!!!&lt;br /&gt;16. meething the chileans!! :)&lt;br /&gt;17. meeting john tanchuan haha!&lt;br /&gt;18. studying with friends&lt;br /&gt;19. crabbing out! haha :D&lt;br /&gt;20. more more more!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad things:&lt;br /&gt;1. leaving the first semester&lt;br /&gt;2. losing my phone :(&lt;br /&gt;3. cousins leaving for abroad&lt;br /&gt;4. failing quizzes&lt;br /&gt;5. failing subjects hehe boo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i just realized that nothing can beat those good ol' times. :) it's just blissful that i have a lot of reasons to be a positive thinker. there's a lot of reasons to live for. i don't have to let those shitty things screw me to death. those are just stressors eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419014340560617925-1791084565016560908?l=kayesings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayesings.blogspot.com/feeds/1791084565016560908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419014340560617925&amp;postID=1791084565016560908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419014340560617925/posts/default/1791084565016560908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419014340560617925/posts/default/1791084565016560908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayesings.blogspot.com/2008/10/after-10-long-years.html' title='after 10 long years...'/><author><name>Marie Klair "Kaye" F. Flores</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09245125010066635958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VLInKa8qHxI/Tg8fyRVGsII/AAAAAAAAALs/rGNSauqQ1a4/s220/173510_585075962_2649256_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419014340560617925.post-3515874118387222308</id><published>2008-07-05T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T10:52:29.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>soy de bulacan! :D</title><content type='html'>haha yeah you now know that i am in bulacan :p those were a few word my chilean roommates had taught me! le'mme introduce you to camila and ximena! they have been so nice and sooo funny! they get to share a lot of experiences and stories whenever we are bored in our room. they came all the way from chile just to study english in St. Paul ehh? oh cmon! i just love them :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me summarize all the nonsense things that happened in my life this week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday: slept until lunch and went on pm duty @ OLPH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday:  slept until lunch and went on pm duty @ OLPH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday: ate breakfast @ HRMTC and then watched the case presentation of my beloved friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday: flunked in my MCN quiz and rel. ed up until 3pm.  erik, our rel. ed prof talked and talked about apathy which is i think is mind-awakening. after which, we went to St. Jude Church to hear the mass and to pray the novena; ate with friends @ the strip and there i saw #!#$%@#$!  i was so pissed out because of that! haha kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday: had a quiz and thank God my score was not below the sea level. our class ended at 3:30pm because our research prof has to attend a meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday: @ ate chicago's pizza and cerealicious! :D yumyum. had my class starting 8am to 5pm argh. such a long day and after the long day, i went home :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh that was how my boring week goes. need to sleep cos im a bit tired! lol. i'll catch up on you soon! ciao :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419014340560617925-3515874118387222308?l=kayesings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayesings.blogspot.com/feeds/3515874118387222308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419014340560617925&amp;postID=3515874118387222308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419014340560617925/posts/default/3515874118387222308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419014340560617925/posts/default/3515874118387222308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayesings.blogspot.com/2008/07/soy-de-bulacan-d.html' title='soy de bulacan! :D'/><author><name>Marie Klair "Kaye" F. Flores</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09245125010066635958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VLInKa8qHxI/Tg8fyRVGsII/AAAAAAAAALs/rGNSauqQ1a4/s220/173510_585075962_2649256_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419014340560617925.post-743702221896249137</id><published>2008-06-08T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T10:37:23.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>St. Paul Lovin' :D</title><content type='html'>i know right? i've been soo lazy to write up here. i've just been sleeping and wtching dvds for the whole day. i just can't find what my real happiness is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe, i just miss our university-highschool-college-whatever-you-call-it type of school. sometimes, i can't find the sole reason of why am i enrolled in that such place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.it is like one of the smallest schools in manila&lt;br /&gt;2.one of the most expensive tuitions i've ever known TT&lt;br /&gt;3.the only university that has a male population of 10% out of 100%. LOL&lt;br /&gt;4.the most quiet school in manila because we had just stopped having concerts and other stuffs that requires too much noise BOOHOO. TT&lt;br /&gt;5.and a looooottttt more i just have to stop. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe, my parents thought  that we, Paulinians are really being taken cared of. we're like one big family in our uni i suppose. oh well, hello St. Paul University Manila again for us. it's like we are all friends in St. Paul even the guards, the FAMASS, the staff, the faculty etc. St. Paul is way different and unique than others. maybe, i should just face the reality that hey, im already here for 2 friggin' years and well yes,i just have to comply with its rules and regulations because 2 years from now, i will definitely be SPU-M's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;alumni &lt;/span&gt;:D i am going to be a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paulinian nurse&lt;/span&gt;! (with all hopes----haha!) so help me God :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419014340560617925-743702221896249137?l=kayesings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayesings.blogspot.com/feeds/743702221896249137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419014340560617925&amp;postID=743702221896249137' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419014340560617925/posts/default/743702221896249137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419014340560617925/posts/default/743702221896249137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayesings.blogspot.com/2008/06/st-paul-lovin-d.html' title='St. Paul Lovin&apos; :D'/><author><name>Marie Klair "Kaye" F. Flores</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09245125010066635958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VLInKa8qHxI/Tg8fyRVGsII/AAAAAAAAALs/rGNSauqQ1a4/s220/173510_585075962_2649256_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419014340560617925.post-1844002127221185759</id><published>2008-06-04T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T09:35:51.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>whatta blastin' day!!!! :D</title><content type='html'>5am: woke up and took a bath. ate breakfast after dressing up.&lt;br /&gt;6am: waiting for nicca---fixing my hair&lt;br /&gt;6:30am: nicca and her mom arrived---got super shy---as in!!&lt;br /&gt;8am: we arrived in st. paul. we immediately went straight to the as-always-the-conference-room-as-always-the-enrollment spot and guess what, there were loads of enrollees!!! we were like the 225th person waiting to be called!!!&lt;br /&gt;9am: still, waiting for the line. we went to the canteen and just talked and talked about everything under the sun.&lt;br /&gt;10am: still waiting. oooppsss---with binsoy! haha the weirdest-but-coolest guy i have ever met!!!&lt;br /&gt;10:30: waiting....zzzz....&lt;br /&gt;10:45: at last, we're called!!! we enrolled and poof, something bad not worth sharing happened &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(kasi, ako ang may kasalanan at mga kasama ko) (oo na, sumingit na ako at sila hahaha. LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;past 11am: we bid goodbye to binsoy and met ate giann outside. nicca and her mom asked me to go with them. awkward. aww. i know but hey, i can do nothing 'bout it. it's so friggin' hot and i can't afford to commute riding in &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;agila &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;or&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; sta. monica bus&lt;/span&gt; haha.&lt;br /&gt;12pm: we just got there in trinoma. ate lunch @ sbarro. again---awkward!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, 1pm i think: we went to the landmark dept. store to check for some clothes. nicca had this gift check worth 300php so she was looking for something worth that price. she bought a cute top :) and so was ate gi. same top. haha. nice one!!! :D (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pagbigyan mo na nix haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:30pm: went to the grocery and shopped for some stocks for their home sweet home. nicca also bought her toiletries and it took us a looooonnngg time because of course, practicality is one of the factors to be considered in shopping. but hey, quality over quantity wins the battle. woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;almost 4pm: we ate ice cream and went home after a very tiring day :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tita dory, nicca, ate giann, thanks for the good time and for the oh-so-amusing-and-enjoyable  &lt;/span&gt;conversations. love you guys.  :D&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419014340560617925-1844002127221185759?l=kayesings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayesings.blogspot.com/feeds/1844002127221185759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419014340560617925&amp;postID=1844002127221185759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419014340560617925/posts/default/1844002127221185759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419014340560617925/posts/default/1844002127221185759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayesings.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-is-one-of-kind-bonding-with-nicca.html' title='whatta blastin&apos; day!!!! :D'/><author><name>Marie Klair "Kaye" F. Flores</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09245125010066635958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VLInKa8qHxI/Tg8fyRVGsII/AAAAAAAAALs/rGNSauqQ1a4/s220/173510_585075962_2649256_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419014340560617925.post-4554670481795445977</id><published>2008-05-27T23:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T23:59:44.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>welcome to college my dear brother!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_thgn2fzcSzk/SD0BRTQHvpI/AAAAAAAAADg/6FIFb2TpzdA/s1600-h/shoot%21007.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_thgn2fzcSzk/SD0BRTQHvpI/AAAAAAAAADg/6FIFb2TpzdA/s200/shoot%21007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205318141047455378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So okay, okay, i basically know that any time, all of us will leave our house in bulacan. My brother, who's off to college was the one who recently did the leaving thing (hehe). Lucky for us (ketket and moi), the computers are ours alone. Hahaha ate is on her OJT, currently in MAPUA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jom's dorm is nice. it is located in Vito Cruz, Taft, Manila. It is accommodating, in a way hehe even if my brother keeps on complaining that he's bored---that's the period of adjustment i think because all of the boarders might felt the same as my brother's. In each unit, there are 8 rooms that can accommodate 2 persons each. Luckily, his roommate is "mapagbigay", "rich", "accommodating" and "kind" (in a way hehe.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother has to learn on how to live on his own that's why i think, our parents didn't let us live in an apartment or in a condo even if we're 3. My brother needs to discover and find out how it is to live without his family. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_thgn2fzcSzk/SD0DyjQHvrI/AAAAAAAAADw/O-iCIUHDCYM/s1600-h/shoot%21011.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_thgn2fzcSzk/SD0DyjQHvrI/AAAAAAAAADw/O-iCIUHDCYM/s200/shoot%21011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205320911301361330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, his classes just started. He's enrolled in DLSU-M and i know, im jealous aryt? My parents let me study in St. Paul Manila, blocks away from DLSU (our school is soo soo highschool).  He told me he met new friends from his Computer Engineering class. He's really sad because he keeps on asking me how to spend his day in the building after school. He hasn't met anyone in his floor who has the same course as him. The ones he met were already Juniors hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-----------start-----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mom: &lt;/span&gt;anak, dalawin mo nga kapatid mo dun. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kaye:&lt;/span&gt; ma, bakit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mom: &lt;/span&gt;wala kasing magawa eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kaye: &lt;/span&gt;ano ba sabi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mom:&lt;/span&gt; nagwoworry kung ano daw gagawin nya kung 2pm uwian nila. inood mo nga ng sine! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-----end-----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So there. I guess i just have to visit him every now and then as soon as our class starts! :D &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait for me my lil bro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419014340560617925-4554670481795445977?l=kayesings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayesings.blogspot.com/feeds/4554670481795445977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419014340560617925&amp;postID=4554670481795445977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419014340560617925/posts/default/4554670481795445977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419014340560617925/posts/default/4554670481795445977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayesings.blogspot.com/2008/05/welcome-to-college-my-dear-brother.html' title='welcome to college my dear brother!!!'/><author><name>Marie Klair "Kaye" F. Flores</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09245125010066635958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VLInKa8qHxI/Tg8fyRVGsII/AAAAAAAAALs/rGNSauqQ1a4/s220/173510_585075962_2649256_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_thgn2fzcSzk/SD0BRTQHvpI/AAAAAAAAADg/6FIFb2TpzdA/s72-c/shoot%21007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419014340560617925.post-7669996465603356675</id><published>2008-05-26T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T21:07:53.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my creation!!! presenting! haha :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Torta a la kai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_thgn2fzcSzk/SDt9-jQHvnI/AAAAAAAAADQ/AvmtQ56-V9o/s1600-h/shoot%21008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_thgn2fzcSzk/SDt9-jQHvnI/AAAAAAAAADQ/AvmtQ56-V9o/s200/shoot%21008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204892307924958834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        So okay, i was bored, last week I think and it's Friday, May 23, 2008 when my mother asked me to cook my siblings' dinner because she'll leave for her badminton game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mom: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anak,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lutuin mo to ha? unahin ang bawang tapos sibuyas &lt;/span&gt;then&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; yung &lt;/span&gt;ground pork!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kaye:&lt;/span&gt; i know ma. leave it to me! hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mom: &lt;/span&gt;ayusin mo pagluluto ha! tao ang kakain nyan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, for the ingredients of my&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; torta a la kai:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-ground pork&lt;br /&gt;-salt and pepper to taste&lt;br /&gt;-red bell pepper  (bits)&lt;br /&gt;-chopped garlic&lt;br /&gt;-onion&lt;br /&gt;-eggs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mix the ground pork and the red bell pepper into a bowl. put some pepper and it's up to you if you want a lot or not. then, put salt if you really also want &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hehehe&lt;/span&gt;. then, in a frying pan, medium heat, sauté the garlic first followed by the onion then if you think they're ok &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na, &lt;/span&gt;you can now add the ground pork and then after several times of flatting it into the pan, cover it---leave it up until the ground pork is soft. then, get another bowl and crack at least 2 eggs. stir the eggs (what the hell is the right term?) and put it all over the pan with of course, the pork and others. cook it like a scrambled egg and do not forget to flip it when the other part is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;buo &lt;/span&gt;na. there! presto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_thgn2fzcSzk/SDt9-DQHvmI/AAAAAAAAADI/zntwaBsZNns/s1600-h/shoot%21003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_thgn2fzcSzk/SDt9-DQHvmI/AAAAAAAAADI/zntwaBsZNns/s200/shoot%21003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204892299335024226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it 's best match is, FRIED RICE! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419014340560617925-7669996465603356675?l=kayesings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayesings.blogspot.com/feeds/7669996465603356675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419014340560617925&amp;postID=7669996465603356675' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419014340560617925/posts/default/7669996465603356675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419014340560617925/posts/default/7669996465603356675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayesings.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-creation-presenting-haha-d.html' title='my creation!!! presenting! haha :D'/><author><name>Marie Klair "Kaye" F. Flores</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09245125010066635958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VLInKa8qHxI/Tg8fyRVGsII/AAAAAAAAALs/rGNSauqQ1a4/s220/173510_585075962_2649256_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_thgn2fzcSzk/SDt9-jQHvnI/AAAAAAAAADQ/AvmtQ56-V9o/s72-c/shoot%21008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419014340560617925.post-8514249671101525459</id><published>2008-05-17T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T07:18:03.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>at looong last!---&gt;random thoughts</title><content type='html'>classes, duties, requirements---down! haha. it feels good to be back home. no worries and worries and worries! a lot of things happened. my uncle died (rip), i got sick, i talked to my long lost aunt and so on and so forth. i have been asking myself when was the last time i saw my relatives? (others lang). &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nung last last year pa!  &lt;/span&gt;imagine? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;buti pa yung mga nasa states, nakakausap at nakikita ko...&lt;/span&gt; how come, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yung mga andito sa rp, hindi?&lt;/span&gt; i just miss the old days. that's why, im glad i saw my aunt few hours ago. we talked about my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;makulit na pamangkin. &lt;/span&gt;i was given updates then. i do know they all miss me too :) anyhoo, i need to catch some sleep &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na nga pala.&lt;/span&gt; i still feel sick and ill. later. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419014340560617925-8514249671101525459?l=kayesings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayesings.blogspot.com/feeds/8514249671101525459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419014340560617925&amp;postID=8514249671101525459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419014340560617925/posts/default/8514249671101525459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419014340560617925/posts/default/8514249671101525459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayesings.blogspot.com/2008/05/at-looong-last-random-thoughts.html' title='at looong last!---&gt;random thoughts'/><author><name>Marie Klair "Kaye" F. Flores</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09245125010066635958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VLInKa8qHxI/Tg8fyRVGsII/AAAAAAAAALs/rGNSauqQ1a4/s220/173510_585075962_2649256_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419014340560617925.post-668782644426793018</id><published>2008-05-01T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T08:38:39.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>waiting on the world to change...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;This song means a lot to me because this is what I feel about what's happening in our world today. I would want changes to happen:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. More disciplined peepos please?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. Corrupt people must stop!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. Cheaters and suckers must get lost!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. GLOBAL WARMING should not push through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5. People realizing the effects of what are they doing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6. Wiser people to overcome those who are not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7. The prices of things must go down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and a whole lot more!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Me and all my friends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We're all misunderstood &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;They say we stand for nothing and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;There's no way we ever could &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Now we see everything that's going wrong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;With the world and those who lead it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We just feel like we don't have the means &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;To rise above and beat it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So we keep waiting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Waiting on the world to change &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We keep on waiting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Waiting on the world to change &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It's hard to beat the system &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;When we're standing at a distance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So we keep waiting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Waiting on the world to change &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Now if we had the power &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;To bring our neighbors home from war &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;They would have never missed a Christmas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;No more ribbons on their door &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And when you trust your television &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;What you get is what you got &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Cause when they own the information, oh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;They can bend it all they want &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;That's why we're waiting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Waiting on the world to change &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We keep on waiting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Waiting on the world to change &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It's not that we don't care, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We just know that the fight ain't fair &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So we keep on waiting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Waiting on the world to change &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And we're still waiting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Waiting on the world to change &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We keep on waiting waiting on the world to change &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;One day our generation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Is gonna rule the population &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So we keep on waiting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Waiting on the world to change &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We keep on waiting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Waiting on the world to change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419014340560617925-668782644426793018?l=kayesings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayesings.blogspot.com/feeds/668782644426793018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419014340560617925&amp;postID=668782644426793018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419014340560617925/posts/default/668782644426793018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419014340560617925/posts/default/668782644426793018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayesings.blogspot.com/2008/05/waiting-on-world-to-change.html' title='waiting on the world to change...'/><author><name>Marie Klair "Kaye" F. Flores</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09245125010066635958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VLInKa8qHxI/Tg8fyRVGsII/AAAAAAAAALs/rGNSauqQ1a4/s220/173510_585075962_2649256_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419014340560617925.post-2330319779437310272</id><published>2008-05-01T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T08:14:04.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i have been nominated! :)</title><content type='html'>it was nicca who gave me the idea of joining in candy's blog awards. dream on nicca. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.candymag.com/blogawards/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.candymag.com/blogawards/objects/digitalSticker/index2008.php?id=e0d4eeb33c95&amp;amp;type2=1" style="border:0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419014340560617925-2330319779437310272?l=kayesings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayesings.blogspot.com/feeds/2330319779437310272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419014340560617925&amp;postID=2330319779437310272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419014340560617925/posts/default/2330319779437310272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419014340560617925/posts/default/2330319779437310272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayesings.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-have-been-nominated.html' title='i have been nominated! :)'/><author><name>Marie Klair "Kaye" F. Flores</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09245125010066635958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VLInKa8qHxI/Tg8fyRVGsII/AAAAAAAAALs/rGNSauqQ1a4/s220/173510_585075962_2649256_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419014340560617925.post-8185225659330532372</id><published>2008-05-01T06:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T06:38:28.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it has been a while---right on! a very regretful week...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;it has been a real while since my last post and yes a lot of things had happened. last week, we just had our duty in Our Lady of Peace Hospital in Paranaque. it was really not stressing because all we did was to laugh and laugh and laugh with each others' jokes. we bid goodbye to our dearest and meanest c.i. hahahaha! i'll not mention his name okay?! we appreciated all the stuffs he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;literally, i did a lot of bad things. screw me now!!! argh. the biggest mistake i did was to go to Puerto Galera without asking any permission from my parents. in our 2days-trip, i got so anxious and nervous because i kept on lying to my mom whenever she asks me where am i and what i am doing. the hardest part is until now, she's got no idea of where i was the whole weekend. yeah yeah, im the meanest person alive but these words i tell you, i won't be doing that stupid shit again!!! maybe my karma was the ride on the way back to batangas port. i thought it was my end but hey, i survived.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This song really is the best for what i did. Hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"And everything I can't remember&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As fucked up as it all may seem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The consequences that I've rendered&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've stretched myself beyond my means"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419014340560617925-8185225659330532372?l=kayesings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayesings.blogspot.com/feeds/8185225659330532372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419014340560617925&amp;postID=8185225659330532372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419014340560617925/posts/default/8185225659330532372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419014340560617925/posts/default/8185225659330532372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayesings.blogspot.com/2008/05/it-has-been-while-right-on-very.html' title='it has been a while---right on! a very regretful week...'/><author><name>Marie Klair "Kaye" F. Flores</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09245125010066635958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VLInKa8qHxI/Tg8fyRVGsII/AAAAAAAAALs/rGNSauqQ1a4/s220/173510_585075962_2649256_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419014340560617925.post-7540185969404903635</id><published>2008-04-20T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T07:08:23.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it really took me a lot of time to realize...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_thgn2fzcSzk/SAtLUDNB7CI/AAAAAAAAACs/iymTgadzUPE/s1600-h/DSC04854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191325803304053794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_thgn2fzcSzk/SAtLUDNB7CI/AAAAAAAAACs/iymTgadzUPE/s320/DSC04854.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_thgn2fzcSzk/SAtLUDNB7CI/AAAAAAAAACs/iymTgadzUPE/s1600-h/DSC04854.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;♥i realized that i miss starbucks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;♥i realized that i miss my seatmate's "pang-totorture" (tatamaan si jan, haha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;♥i realized that i miss "friends forever"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;♥i realized that it's gonna be 4 weeks na lang ayan junior na ko!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;♥i realized that i love tuna (nito ko lang nagustuhan) (nicca's fault..haha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;♥i realized that i really enjoy playing badminton&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;♥i realized that ala pang 1hr, natuto na ko magdrive, (thanks to kuya mel!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;♥i realized that detective conan is amusing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;♥i realized that i love the sun more than the rain =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;♥i realized that im a sucker for dvds(series) coz i can finish 3 seasons in just 3 days!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;♥i realized that even if i sleep at around 3am, i can still wake up at 7 in the morning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;♥i realized that im alergic to granma (alak lingos, haha)haha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;sorry guys, ala kasi kong magawa eh! sunday afternoon kasi. boring. darn.lahat na lang narerealize ko. haha madami pa nga eh. sobra. kaya lang, too lazy to write them all. tsktsk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;im also a sucker for sunsets! &lt;em&gt;ayan proof, nagpose pa ko.&lt;/em&gt; haha. courtesy of my girlfriend &lt;strong&gt;abbey.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_thgn2fzcSzk/SAtNQjNB7DI/AAAAAAAAAC0/080FPYibBro/s1600-h/SNV33014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191327942197767218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_thgn2fzcSzk/SAtNQjNB7DI/AAAAAAAAAC0/080FPYibBro/s200/SNV33014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_thgn2fzcSzk/SAtNQjNB7DI/AAAAAAAAAC0/080FPYibBro/s1600-h/SNV33014.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;---&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i'l be leaving tomorrow. off to manila to report for duty, pm shift, here i come. another week of restlessness!!! i am in the process of loving and hating nursing. well, i basically do know that i have to deal with its demands. right on right on.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;---&gt;this will be my last post for today. i will definitely miss this house again hahaha. i might not go home this weekend. my friends are planning for an escapade and i guess it will really push through this weekend. :) PG, wait for us! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;bbye for now!!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419014340560617925-7540185969404903635?l=kayesings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayesings.blogspot.com/feeds/7540185969404903635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419014340560617925&amp;postID=7540185969404903635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419014340560617925/posts/default/7540185969404903635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419014340560617925/posts/default/7540185969404903635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayesings.blogspot.com/2008/04/it-really-took-me-lot-of-time-to.html' title='it really took me a lot of time to realize...'/><author><name>Marie Klair "Kaye" F. Flores</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09245125010066635958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VLInKa8qHxI/Tg8fyRVGsII/AAAAAAAAALs/rGNSauqQ1a4/s220/173510_585075962_2649256_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_thgn2fzcSzk/SAtLUDNB7CI/AAAAAAAAACs/iymTgadzUPE/s72-c/DSC04854.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419014340560617925.post-5791193699688022416</id><published>2008-04-19T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T23:33:39.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We're in great risk for Global Warming</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;To know just what the effects of global warming will be in the future is extremely difficult, if not impossible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;Scientists use computer models to study the effects of global warming.  These computer models have been fairly consistent in  predicting general future trends, but often differ greatly when looking at the specifics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table nof="TE" align="left" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="5" width="182"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table nof="LayoutRegion2" bgcolor="#330099" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" height="180" width="172"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr align="left" valign="top"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table nof="LayoutRegion2" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="161"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr align="left" valign="top"&gt;&lt;td height="10" width="10"&gt;&lt;img src="http://library.thinkquest.org/26026/clearpixel.gif" border="0" height="1" width="10" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="150"&gt;&lt;img src="http://library.thinkquest.org/26026/clearpixel.gif" border="0" height="1" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://library.thinkquest.org/26026/clearpixel.gif" border="0" height="1" width="1" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr align="left" valign="top"&gt;&lt;td height="100"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="left" valign="top" width="151"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 151px; height: 119px;" id="Picture63" src="http://library.thinkquest.org/26026/Environmental_Problems/a_gw_effects.jpg" alt="Global Warming at Work" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr align="left" valign="top"&gt;&lt;td colspan="3" height="4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr align="left" valign="top"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="150"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The Results of Global Warming.  Photo Credit: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.epa.gov/globalwarming/impacts/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;EPA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span&gt;Some scientists say global warming has already been going on for a while.  Others say that we do not have enough information now to know for sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;Despite the disagreements, most scientists are convinced that greenhouse gases are warming the Earth.  What they are still trying to figure out is how quickly temperatures are rising, and what will happen as a result.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;The climate changes that will result from global warming are extremely difficult to predict.  The weather is determined by so many factors that it is often compared to chaos by scientists.  Changing the temperature will likely have some effect on the planet's weather, but just what that effect will be is nearly impossible to predict.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;If temperatures do indeed rise significantly, the most important result would be that some portion of the polar icecaps would melt, raising global sea levels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;The rise in sea levels would be disastrous for some places.  Islands would disappear, meaning their millions of inhabitants would have to relocate.  Flooding would occur along coastlines all over the world, displacing more people and ruining cropland.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;In the case of major global warming and melted ice caps, some countries might simply cease to exist.  Global warming, if uncontrolled, could cause a major catastrophe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know right?! A lot have been asking me what do i know about GLOBAL. &lt;em&gt;Ganito kasi yun:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kaye: &lt;/strong&gt;Hala, init kanina ah, bakit umulan??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jom: &lt;/strong&gt;Oo nga. Tsktsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kaye: &lt;/strong&gt;Global Warming na nga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jom: &lt;/strong&gt;Ano nga ba yun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kaye: &lt;/strong&gt;Hehe, ano nga ba?? I forgot! Sa Envi. Sci. pa yun eh.. Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why i searched what Global Warming really is. Soooo scary :(---what will then happen to the next generation?! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419014340560617925-5791193699688022416?l=kayesings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayesings.blogspot.com/feeds/5791193699688022416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419014340560617925&amp;postID=5791193699688022416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419014340560617925/posts/default/5791193699688022416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419014340560617925/posts/default/5791193699688022416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayesings.blogspot.com/2008/04/philippines-faces-great-risk-for-global.html' title='We&apos;re in great risk for Global Warming'/><author><name>Marie Klair "Kaye" F. Flores</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09245125010066635958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VLInKa8qHxI/Tg8fyRVGsII/AAAAAAAAALs/rGNSauqQ1a4/s220/173510_585075962_2649256_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419014340560617925.post-7719636996506217192</id><published>2008-04-19T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T10:24:44.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>overdue feelings!!! still dumbfounded! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;august 7, 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_thgn2fzcSzk/SAom9jNB69I/AAAAAAAAABs/kn_fYpoGbU8/s1600-h/there!"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191004359361686482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_thgn2fzcSzk/SAom9jNB69I/AAAAAAAAABs/kn_fYpoGbU8/s320/there!" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Part 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone was greeting me then ('coz it's my bday diba?). most of my classmates did the thing. they sang a birthday song. haha it was so cute! all of my friends were kissing me and asking me to treat them. argh. haha without any hesitations, i brought two of my good friends &lt;strong&gt;just&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;rich&lt;/strong&gt; at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;teriyaki boy &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and we ate our lunch there. after that, we went back at st paul, imc, to study anatomy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha after our test, i sent messages to all of my friends asking them to meet me up at the lobby because i was about to treat them. to my surprise, all of them were gone! it's like,&lt;strong&gt;trisha&lt;/strong&gt; went out with her ate, &lt;strong&gt;nicca &lt;/strong&gt;was studying with &lt;strong&gt;loverboy&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;jana &lt;/strong&gt;went home already,&lt;strong&gt; just&lt;/strong&gt; was talking somewhere with &lt;strong&gt;kuya ivan&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;japong &lt;/strong&gt;was out teaching his student in drums, etc. i was sad till i saw &lt;strong&gt;jan&lt;/strong&gt; at the canteen. haha i've got no choice but to come with him at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;starbucks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. haha &lt;strong&gt;dan&lt;/strong&gt; followed us there. &lt;strong&gt;shyna &lt;/strong&gt;and&lt;strong&gt; just&lt;/strong&gt; also followed. we went to dan's dorm because &lt;strong&gt;jana&lt;/strong&gt; was telling &lt;strong&gt;dan&lt;/strong&gt; that she needs the reviewer so bad. when we reached the stairs, &lt;strong&gt;jeric&lt;/strong&gt; blindfolded me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awww i discovered that they have a surprise for me. this was what happened as i've opened my eyes upon entering the room(syempre, tnanggal ko na yung blindfold): the floor i was stepping on was full of red and white petals (binili ni japong sa dangwa), balloons and banners were posted sa walls (yey!), candles were everywhere and lastly, to my surprise, &lt;strong&gt;japong&lt;/strong&gt; rendered a happy birthday piece for me (in his violin). i was so speechless! i really dont know how to thank them. my birthday, indeed, became memorable and remarkable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nicca: &lt;/strong&gt;LOVE YAH!!! thank you. super!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dan, kuya ivan, jeric, xyris&lt;/strong&gt;: thanks sa dorm nyo! sorry nakalatan...haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rocky, pio&lt;/strong&gt;: naks! ur presence and greetings made me happy! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jan, just, shyna, dan &amp;amp; jana&lt;/strong&gt;: thanks sa pagsma skin sa starbucks! haha and pati sa pagpapa-ikot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dan:&lt;/strong&gt; spoiler ka! haha lunch pa lang, dinadaldal mo na ung surprise!nicca: sorry natoxic ka!&lt;strong&gt;trisha:&lt;/strong&gt; salamat din. haha kasi, isa ka pa sa pinakanatoxic ko!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tere:&lt;/strong&gt; super toxic ka tlga. alam ko yun. hahaha my fault! pnapapunta pa kita sa imc wyl u're doing my banner. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;japong:&lt;/strong&gt; sorry sa hassle! super thank you. balita ko, ang OC mo daw that day. haha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just wanna share how thankful i am for having friends like you guys! :D love you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUCH A GREAT AND A WONDERFUL TIME. Hey, There's more!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                     PART 2!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191006313571806178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_thgn2fzcSzk/SAoovTNB6-I/AAAAAAAAAB0/LnsAIfivMOU/s320/there2" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right after the surprise of my college friends, trisha asked me to go to ROB with her because she told me that she'll buy something for me. haha so there i insisted that maybe we should do that some other time because we still have exams the next day but then, she forced me haha. when my college friends were cleaning all the mess, we went to rob na. we were walking that time in front of friday's and to my surprise, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a guy there called me and told me that the camera spotted me and that i was the face of the night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (hawak ko ung bouquet ko...haha kaya naisip ko ako un)...i was laughing really hard and so was trisha. the guy kept saying that i should get inside because i won a free dinner there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i got inside, my highschool friends were there holding a cake. awwww... they let me blew it ther and the friday's crew were singing a happy birthday song...haha! :D i was really astonished because eventhough we go to different schools, they still managed to visit me at my place....that's s proof that they really love me..haha! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kaye:&lt;/strong&gt; haha baha ba? sorry na! papaaus ko ung pedro gil para sayo..haha love you most!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jemel:&lt;/strong&gt; ang sarap ng choco mousse D! yum yum!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;abbey and dang:&lt;/strong&gt; oo na, taga QC kapa. si kaye nga taga-garay pa eh. haha! itatapon ko kayo sa up diliman eh. haha slamat!!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;marlon:&lt;/strong&gt; thanks for being my PA nung time na un ha?haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nessel and bebe:&lt;/strong&gt; pag-untugin ko kayong mag-ina eh. haha thanks! kain lang ng kain, wag mahiya! haha mwah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was definitely the best birthday ever! makes me think and realize that i've got good friends for keeps!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419014340560617925-7719636996506217192?l=kayesings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayesings.blogspot.com/feeds/7719636996506217192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419014340560617925&amp;postID=7719636996506217192' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419014340560617925/posts/default/7719636996506217192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419014340560617925/posts/default/7719636996506217192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayesings.blogspot.com/2008/04/overdue-feelings-still-dumbfounded.html' title='overdue feelings!!! still dumbfounded! :)'/><author><name>Marie Klair "Kaye" F. Flores</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09245125010066635958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VLInKa8qHxI/Tg8fyRVGsII/AAAAAAAAALs/rGNSauqQ1a4/s220/173510_585075962_2649256_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_thgn2fzcSzk/SAom9jNB69I/AAAAAAAAABs/kn_fYpoGbU8/s72-c/there!' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419014340560617925.post-6724916595055188244</id><published>2008-04-19T03:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T09:38:24.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feels good to be back home!</title><content type='html'>it is a nice feeling that i can get enough rest after a stressing week of duty---reports, quiz, drug studies, VS taking, SOAPIE(s), socializations, etc. i am blissful to be back home! imagine, my whole week was very very very tiring. i have to wake up at 4:00 am, have to endure the heat in the hospital, have to deal with the delay of our school bus, have to ignore my hunger and whatsoever. it's okay i guess. i chose to live this life and i have to face its consequences. enough of these complains haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tend to go home every week and i feel happy whenever im here. it's way way way different when i'm home. i get to do a lot of things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-bug my brother&lt;br /&gt;-play with our dogs&lt;br /&gt;-cook for the fam&lt;br /&gt;-sleep until lunch time&lt;br /&gt;-eat whatever i want&lt;br /&gt;-go out with my friends here in bulacan&lt;br /&gt;-surf the net until dawn&lt;br /&gt;-make &lt;em&gt;lambing&lt;/em&gt; to my grandma and to my mom&lt;br /&gt;-watch dvds or tv the whole day and a lot more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know guys, there's a huge difference &lt;em&gt;nga talaga &lt;/em&gt;when im here. all i know is that im comfortable here :). would you believe yesterday---i slept at 11pm and woke up at 1:40pm the next day? and even slept at 3:00pm and woke up at 6:00pm? i know i know that's too much. im an asshole. but what will i do? last week, my average sleeping time was only 4 friggin' hours per day. crap!!! &lt;em&gt;hindi na nakayanan ng katawan ko, ayun bumawi. &lt;/em&gt;maybe, it's because of these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;monday&lt;/strong&gt;-woke up at 4:15 am, arrived in school at 5:30am, reported for duty in AFGH, got back at the dorm by 4:30pm (thanks to our sooooooooooo late van), took a bath, slept, ate dinner, talked to my roomates, did some drug study thingy, brushed my teeth,washed my face and then slept at 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;-same routine but we were fetched earlier this time. we rode in jac haha the cutest service owned by spum! arrived at the dorm by past 3, took a bath, slept, did my drug study, ate dinner and mcdo sundae, talked to my roomates, brushed teeth and then slept&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;-same routine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thursday&lt;/strong&gt;-same routine but the difference was, after my duty I went to mendiola to hear the mass in st. jude with my beautiful buddies &lt;strong&gt;trisha&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;strong&gt; mariese &lt;/strong&gt;and&lt;strong&gt; bebe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;friday&lt;/strong&gt;-same same endless routine but I changed clothes, packed my laundry, brought the laundry in bituon and went home with &lt;strong&gt;jopet &lt;/strong&gt;and&lt;strong&gt; eunice &lt;/strong&gt;when i arrived homw, i ate dinner, took a bath, surfed the net and then slept early. &lt;em&gt;yan na yung sinasabi kong 11pm ako natulog haha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there! im done and i am speechless already. looking forward to a more toxic week next rotation which is in OLPH-pm. yes. my shift will start at 2:00pm and end in 10:00pm. with whom? with sir tancinco. he'll be my c.i. for the second time. haha he said he's enough with us already. anyway, have to say goodbye for now! it's getting late. later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419014340560617925-6724916595055188244?l=kayesings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayesings.blogspot.com/feeds/6724916595055188244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419014340560617925&amp;postID=6724916595055188244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419014340560617925/posts/default/6724916595055188244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419014340560617925/posts/default/6724916595055188244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayesings.blogspot.com/2008/04/feels-good-to-be-back-home.html' title='Feels good to be back home!'/><author><name>Marie Klair "Kaye" F. Flores</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09245125010066635958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VLInKa8qHxI/Tg8fyRVGsII/AAAAAAAAALs/rGNSauqQ1a4/s220/173510_585075962_2649256_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419014340560617925.post-345717180708625978</id><published>2008-04-11T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T23:39:48.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>missing the old days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188233706196985378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px" height="217" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_thgn2fzcSzk/SABPET2UZiI/AAAAAAAAABQ/CZJdpV3wwcM/s320/haiskul.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;CHIQS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_thgn2fzcSzk/SABN6T2UZfI/AAAAAAAAAA4/JQXp-JRcy7c/s1600-h/1_944639495l.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-it was formed last January 6, 2006 at kaye cristobal's house out of boredom&lt;br /&gt;-composed of &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;ervie,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;bebe,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;kaye,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;nessel,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;dith,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;abbey, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;egie,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;angelica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;klair (me)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-a lot of things happened to us---quarrels, misunderstandings, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah right. i really miss the &lt;em&gt;kagagahans&lt;/em&gt; and the &lt;em&gt;kalokohans &lt;/em&gt;we used to do way back then. i personally believe all of the things that have been happening to us do have reasons at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have not seen my girls for so long. not all of them---but &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;abbey, bebe, nessel&lt;/em&gt; and&lt;em&gt; egie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;---they are the few ones that i barely see at all. the rest? yeah, i &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;do not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; see them at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188240049863681602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="213" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_thgn2fzcSzk/SABU1j2UZkI/AAAAAAAAABg/96oNyLAYuhQ/s320/1_699178141l.jpg" width="242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Sometimes, they go to my house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188240049863681586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="214" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_thgn2fzcSzk/SABU1j2UZjI/AAAAAAAAABY/xZTgFULNjik/s320/1_479503627l.jpg" width="159" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Sometimes, we do meet at parties.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We are trying our best to have at least some time to drink, unwind and do some chit-chats. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419014340560617925-345717180708625978?l=kayesings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayesings.blogspot.com/feeds/345717180708625978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419014340560617925&amp;postID=345717180708625978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419014340560617925/posts/default/345717180708625978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419014340560617925/posts/default/345717180708625978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayesings.blogspot.com/2008/04/missing-old-days.html' title='missing the old days...'/><author><name>Marie Klair "Kaye" F. Flores</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09245125010066635958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VLInKa8qHxI/Tg8fyRVGsII/AAAAAAAAALs/rGNSauqQ1a4/s220/173510_585075962_2649256_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_thgn2fzcSzk/SABPET2UZiI/AAAAAAAAABQ/CZJdpV3wwcM/s72-c/haiskul.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419014340560617925.post-6011110396836824289</id><published>2008-04-11T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T21:04:31.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Manhattan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_thgn2fzcSzk/SAAq4z2UZcI/AAAAAAAAAAg/qi0Wlxfp5zQ/s1600-h/Little-Manhattan-ps08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188193926209889730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_thgn2fzcSzk/SAAq4z2UZcI/AAAAAAAAAAg/qi0Wlxfp5zQ/s320/Little-Manhattan-ps08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:00 am- I woke up. I checked my messages and there's a lot of morning quotes i got. blah blah blah. i ended up reading those messages at 9:30 am. i bought taho and ate spam. i opened our telly and tuned in to star movies. there, i saw that the movie was little Manhattan---and it's soooo cuute! it made my day---my morning actually. i thought that this would be a very boring morning for me but then i was wrong. seeing those cute little kids made me think that life can be worth the wait. gabe waited and waited for rosemary; did all things to be happy and all that. what i mean is, enduring all things for the one you like will really satisfy you! little did we guys know, we're already falling in love! yihee :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419014340560617925-6011110396836824289?l=kayesings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayesings.blogspot.com/feeds/6011110396836824289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419014340560617925&amp;postID=6011110396836824289' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419014340560617925/posts/default/6011110396836824289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419014340560617925/posts/default/6011110396836824289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayesings.blogspot.com/2008/04/little-manhattan.html' title='Little Manhattan'/><author><name>Marie Klair "Kaye" F. Flores</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09245125010066635958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VLInKa8qHxI/Tg8fyRVGsII/AAAAAAAAALs/rGNSauqQ1a4/s220/173510_585075962_2649256_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_thgn2fzcSzk/SAAq4z2UZcI/AAAAAAAAAAg/qi0Wlxfp5zQ/s72-c/Little-Manhattan-ps08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419014340560617925.post-2996238959397197391</id><published>2008-04-10T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T22:44:07.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Madness</title><content type='html'>i basically don't know why i feel everything's soooo gloomy today.  it's maybe because of the weather. i have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to tell you---this summer is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;this summer is supposed to be a happy one but hell, it's the other way around! I've been tortured---we all are! What the hell is wrong with them? They want us to be geniuses---what?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-flunking quizzes&lt;br /&gt;-numerous lectures&lt;br /&gt;-hurtful words&lt;br /&gt;-intolerable attitudes&lt;br /&gt;-superiority&lt;br /&gt;-no breaks&lt;br /&gt;-bedroom voices&lt;br /&gt;-poor speaking skills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh! imagine, you have to deal with those mentioned above?! wth?! well enough of this madness---pure madness thingy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i hope is that i can learn how to be patient because i am in the process of losing my temper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what calm(s) me down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-family&lt;br /&gt;-friends&lt;br /&gt;-BREAKS&lt;br /&gt;-food&lt;br /&gt;-cold temperature&lt;br /&gt;-a loooot of cold drinks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough. at least &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nailabas ko na&lt;/span&gt;. next friggin' weeks, duty again and again. 5 days in a week and 8 hours per day. damn. no choice---i have to deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419014340560617925-2996238959397197391?l=kayesings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayesings.blogspot.com/feeds/2996238959397197391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7419014340560617925&amp;postID=2996238959397197391' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419014340560617925/posts/default/2996238959397197391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419014340560617925/posts/default/2996238959397197391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayesings.blogspot.com/2008/04/gloomy-madness-all-in-one.html' title='Madness'/><author><name>Marie Klair "Kaye" F. 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