<?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-8636532</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:10:52.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TheWayIAm</title><subtitle type='html'>Just trying to share who I am to anyone who cares.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484503637330756408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636532.post-112919867451141651</id><published>2005-10-13T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T18:17:54.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy News</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;This news is actually more than a week old na but still...I got accepted in the MA program in Communication Research in UP!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm going to be a student again! Yey!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636532-112919867451141651?l=alferreras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/feeds/112919867451141651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636532&amp;postID=112919867451141651' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/112919867451141651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/112919867451141651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/2005/10/happy-news.html' title='Happy News'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484503637330756408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636532.post-112496843492019778</id><published>2005-08-25T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T19:13:54.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Kind of Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="me" src="http://images.quizilla.com/C/cozmicstar/1102887423_igentloner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;You're like me! The intelligent loner. You're shy&lt;br /&gt;at times but friendly, and you are never weak&lt;br /&gt;and always independent. You are incredibly&lt;br /&gt;intelligent (wise beyond your years) and have a&lt;br /&gt;talent for many things (sports, music, art).&lt;br /&gt;You have a kind and warm personality and enjoy&lt;br /&gt;the simple things. Like hanging out with&lt;br /&gt;friends and watching movies at home. But you're&lt;br /&gt;sometimes quiet nature makes you a bit of an&lt;br /&gt;outcast and a mystery to people. No matter how&lt;br /&gt;pretty you are or smart or athletic, you just&lt;br /&gt;can't seem to break into the crowd and be&lt;br /&gt;noticed. Don't worry, try to be more outgoing&lt;br /&gt;and speak out when you have more to say. Don't&lt;br /&gt;hide behind your books and sports and computer,&lt;br /&gt;get out there and get noticed. You also have&lt;br /&gt;deep desires in life and feel vunerable and&lt;br /&gt;alone at times. Don't feel sad either, What&lt;br /&gt;helps me to express feelings and dreams that I&lt;br /&gt;can't say to people, is through my writting.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you should try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/cozmicstar/quizzes/What%20kind%20of%20girl%20are%20you?"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;What kind of girl are you? (with pix!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636532-112496843492019778?l=alferreras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/feeds/112496843492019778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636532&amp;postID=112496843492019778' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/112496843492019778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/112496843492019778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/2005/08/what-kind-of-girl.html' title='What Kind of Girl'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484503637330756408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636532.post-112496691665601126</id><published>2005-08-25T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T18:50:16.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Weakest Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;If you'd read the testimonials in my friendster account, you'd most probably get the idea that I'm one-tough lady. That's how I am most of the time. I remember this one time when my sisters, cousins and I joined a retreat, they all cried their hearts out during the reflection/sermon part. But not me. No matter how hard the organizers tried to "motivate" us, they didn't see me shed a tear. Sabi nga ng ate ko, "astig talaga si ana!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well if she'd only seen me last Saturday I'm sure she wouldn't dare describe me that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For almost two weeks now, I'm burdened with a swollen toe! I had to take mefenamic everyday just so I could function normally. It was last Saturday, however, that I reached the peak of my sufferings. Since I was so afraid to bring my foot to a doctor, I did the second best - I asked manang, our resident pedicurist(?)(she's also the culprit who murdered my toe one Tuesday night), to take a look at my toe. She volunteered to treat my toe since there's an infected ingrown daw. I reluctantly agreed but even before she held my foot, I was already crying! I must have looked so scared coz my sister panicked when she saw me that she asked my cousin to restrain my foot. I even caught the attention of the delivery boy who, after receiving his payment, decided to stay for a few minutes and watch me while I cry as if it was my last day on earth. The whole "operation" took almost 30minutes and I was crying the whole time kaya it's no wonder that I had a terrible headache afterwards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Fast forward: My toe is still swelling but it's not painful anymore. Kaya ko na syang kutkutin ulit. I can wear closed shoes again and I no longer scream when someones steps on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;And so, now that I have put that experience behind me, I can proudly say that I am now back to being - ONE TOUGH LADY ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636532-112496691665601126?l=alferreras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/feeds/112496691665601126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636532&amp;postID=112496691665601126' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/112496691665601126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/112496691665601126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-weakest-moment.html' title='My Weakest Moment'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484503637330756408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636532.post-112467109166109163</id><published>2005-08-22T08:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T08:39:26.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Half-Blood Prince</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I just finished reading Harry Potter Book 6!It's the first book in the series that made me cry :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to read book 7 and see if all my theories and suspicions are correct. (All these guessing makes me reminisce about my Nancy Drew days!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636532-112467109166109163?l=alferreras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/feeds/112467109166109163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636532&amp;postID=112467109166109163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/112467109166109163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/112467109166109163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/2005/08/half-blood-prince.html' title='The Half-Blood Prince'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484503637330756408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636532.post-112410477678572841</id><published>2005-08-15T18:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T19:21:21.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lot of Firsts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was in Baguio last week for our Education tour. It would have been a fun trip if only it didn't rain so much. Nevertheless, it was an experience filled with a lot of firsts:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;it was my first trip to Baguio after more than a decade. we used to go to Baguio every year when I was still a kid. but after that big earthquake, nobody was able to convince me to go there again. but last week, syempre I had no choice coz it was my boss' decision. i'm glad that she made me do it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;it was there in Baguio where I first set foot in a police station :) the policemen were very accommodating especially at first when they thought that we were there to report a crime or something. i saw the disappointment in their faces when they learned that we were just requesting for a special permit to use our transpo that's supposedly banned due to coding. i guess it was a slow night for them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;it was my first "business" trip. our schedule were so tight that I didn't see, not even just a glimpse of burnham park, mines view or camp john hay. all that i was able to visit were schools: UP Baguio, St. Louis University, Univ. of Baguio, Benguet State Univ. &amp;amp; Univ. of the Cordilleras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;it was my first time in a wagwagan/ukay-ukay! kaya lang i was disappointed coz i realized that it's not my thing. i don't have the patience to look at second-hand stuff in search for a fashion find. maybe hindi lang talaga ako fashionista to see the good stuff in a pile of clothes or maybe i just don't like the smell of mothballs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;it was my first time to travel alone. there were only two of us (from our company) who went to Baguio. Sheree decided to go home to Ilocos after our trip so I had to travel on my own. it was a bit scary for me since there was still a storm when we went home but i survived! and it's actually exciting...( i think i sound so deprived here hehehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I can't wait till my next trip. Sana next time it will be a lot farther from Luzon :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636532-112410477678572841?l=alferreras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/feeds/112410477678572841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636532&amp;postID=112410477678572841' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/112410477678572841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/112410477678572841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/2005/08/lot-of-firsts_112410477678572841.html' title='A Lot of Firsts'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484503637330756408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636532.post-112143050999389552</id><published>2005-07-15T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T20:28:30.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reaction to Call for Sacrifice</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I received a forwarded email, which I think is written by someone I personally know. His article is about (what else) our current political situation and the sacrifices people have to make at this point. Most of the points he raised are quite justified (though I don’t agree with most of them) but what I really find “amusing” is his comments on The Poor. He said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The poor: we understand that, sapagkat kayo aykapit sa patalim, you allow yourselves to be exploited to rallies of unscrupulous politicians.Can you make the sacrifice of a few pesos, ofbearing with your hunger, and not allow yourselvesto be exploited, sothat you maintain your dignity and you help sowthe seed for true liberation and well-being, inGod's time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m just wondering, how can someone who is already “kapit sa patalim” even think about his dignity?  I honestly don’t think that getting “a few pesos” from people who don’t know the word dignity themselves is much worse than having to sell your body or letting your child wander in the street picking up left-overs from garbage bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not condoning the participation of the poor in the hakot rallies we are having now. But I think that if we ask “the poor” to do the ultimate sacrifice of “helping sow the seed for true liberation…” and ignore the rumbling of their stomachs (which presumably have not been filled with food for days), it is only fitting that we reward them by matching their sacrifices with our own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With we, I am referring to all of us who enjoys eating not just three meals a day but sometimes five or more, us who have the newest and most expensive cellphones, us who’s busy thinking where to spend the next vacation – in Boracay or Hongkong, us whose collection of the latest fashion can send more than ten children to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what kind of sacrifice we can do to match that of “the poor”. Ideas anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636532-112143050999389552?l=alferreras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/feeds/112143050999389552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636532&amp;postID=112143050999389552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/112143050999389552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/112143050999389552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/2005/07/reaction-to-call-for-sacrifice.html' title='Reaction to Call for Sacrifice'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484503637330756408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636532.post-112121587567176042</id><published>2005-07-13T08:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T20:29:30.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOI 101</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Patience is not my strongest virtue,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;But I have lots of pride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm not fond of too many questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;But I want mine answered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I sure like to talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Just make sure you know how to listen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm willing to give a helping hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Just don't get my whole arm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I know I need guidance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;But I cannot be bossed around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I can be tactful at times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;But watch out when I am not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It's confirmed. I am a biatch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636532-112121587567176042?l=alferreras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/feeds/112121587567176042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636532&amp;postID=112121587567176042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/112121587567176042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/112121587567176042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/2005/07/moi-101.html' title='MOI 101'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484503637330756408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636532.post-111991907437005003</id><published>2005-06-28T08:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T08:44:25.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Asking</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Now that our honorable president has finally admitted that it is indeed her voice that is in that Hello Garci tape, I just want to ask this: where are the people who decided to compromise their principles by voting for GMA just to make sure that FPJ wouldn’t win? A lot of them tried to convince me to vote for GMA and forget about my presidential candidate so that our country could have the “lesser evil”. And they surely got their wish. I wonder what they are thinking now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminder: Compromise is not always an option.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636532-111991907437005003?l=alferreras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/feeds/111991907437005003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636532&amp;postID=111991907437005003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/111991907437005003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/111991907437005003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/2005/06/just-asking.html' title='Just Asking'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484503637330756408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636532.post-111933191070463185</id><published>2005-06-21T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T13:31:50.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Way to Start My Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;This morning, I woke up 30minutes earlier than usual because I had to rush to UP to drop off the recommendation form needed for my MA application. It took me 40minutes to go to UP and I stayed there for barely 5mins since I had to be in Makati at 8:30am (which I naturally failed to do since the trip back took more than an hour). I know that going to UP on a weekday before reporting to work was a stupid thing to do but I was desperate. I had to bring the form ASAP since Prof. Pison will be on leave from UP for two years and it’s just a good thing that she’s nice enough to fill-out the form before she officially disappears. And yes, I did try to submit it last Saturday but the DECL office was closed then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of the very hectic morning I had, here I am rambling and trying to stay awake in the middle of the day and hoping that my boss wouldn’t catch me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636532-111933191070463185?l=alferreras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/feeds/111933191070463185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636532&amp;postID=111933191070463185' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/111933191070463185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/111933191070463185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/2005/06/what-way-to-start-my-day.html' title='What A Way to Start My Day'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484503637330756408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636532.post-111805934883013074</id><published>2005-06-06T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T20:07:06.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Fragrance Personality</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I received a character test from the email and according to it, I am a:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GRASS-FRAGRANCE TYPE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have very strong will, not dependent on others and gives an impression of being a lone-ranger. You are extremely curious and sensual, living a clear-headed, modern life. At first glance you place yourself on a pedestal and is difficult to get along. But once others talk to you, they know you are easygoing. And when the relationship develops, they realize you are affable. You have an androgynous charm, which makes you popular with all genders. But you don't like your weak side to be seen. You might look cool on the surface, but beneath it all, you are really passionate. Only people who know your true self can maintain a long lasting relationship with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my friends will definitely agree on this one :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;P.S. As much as I want to put the test here, I don't know how to upload it. It's a powerpoint file. (hint, hint)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636532-111805934883013074?l=alferreras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/feeds/111805934883013074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636532&amp;postID=111805934883013074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/111805934883013074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/111805934883013074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-fragrance-personality.html' title='My Fragrance Personality'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484503637330756408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636532.post-111716935717344265</id><published>2005-05-27T12:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T12:49:17.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Stress Attacks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;There are times (like yesterday and today) when stress hits me full force and make me wish to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·         Sleep a whole week away hoping that everything is in order when I wake up.&lt;br /&gt;·         Reinvent myself to be able to think and act que sera sera.&lt;br /&gt;·         Lose my mind (figuratively?) and just forget everything.&lt;br /&gt;·         Drop everything and just run.&lt;br /&gt;·         Be invisible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;·         Go to a far-away place on my own with no communication to anyone. Then I’ll just return after a month or so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636532-111716935717344265?l=alferreras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/feeds/111716935717344265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636532&amp;postID=111716935717344265' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/111716935717344265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/111716935717344265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/2005/05/when-stress-attacks.html' title='When Stress Attacks'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484503637330756408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636532.post-111692650195628233</id><published>2005-05-24T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T17:22:23.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Making It Happen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It all started in 2001 when we were asked to make the invitations for my sister’s debut. The whole gang (auxis 97) helped out in creating the handcrafted invites. The finished products were so unique and creative that we started dreaming. We planned to market our services. But that was before unfortunate events happened – we all entered the corporate world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2003, during one of our household meetings, we were ranting about the difficulties of being corporate slaves when another business idea hit us. Our suking fish ball vendor inspired it. We interviewed manong fish ball and asked him how much investment was needed. Though the idea sounded very promising, after a few days of overtime at work, we’ve completely forgotten about our plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, 2 years after, we decided to finally make it happen. We are tired of planning (moi especially!). We are now taking steps to start turning our dreams into reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said all that, behold the products of our labor (see previous post)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prices of these invites and give-aways range from P10-25/piece. Really, really affordable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can also watch out for our food cart that will be strategically located in well-populated areas (meaning – schools), heheh.&lt;br /&gt;All wheels are now turning and have been put into motion. The only thing left for us to do is wait for the customers to start pouring in. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636532-111692650195628233?l=alferreras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/feeds/111692650195628233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636532&amp;postID=111692650195628233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/111692650195628233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/111692650195628233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/2005/05/making-it-happen.html' title='Making It Happen'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484503637330756408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636532.post-111682905969185041</id><published>2005-05-23T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T14:18:21.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Samples</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;As promised, here are  some samples of our handcrafted give-aways and invitations. Tomorrow, I'll try to tell the story behind the sudden need for having our own business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments and suggestions are very much welcome :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/1994/640/rose%20magnet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/1994/400/rose%20magnet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boquet magnet &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/1994/640/flower%20cart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/1994/400/flower%20cart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flower cart &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/1994/640/wish11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/1994/400/wish1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruffles &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/1994/640/wish1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/1994/400/wish.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/1994/640/alf1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/1994/400/alf1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dainty daisy &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/1994/640/jen1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/1994/400/jen1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asymmetrical &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" 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/8636532-111682905969185041?l=alferreras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/feeds/111682905969185041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636532&amp;postID=111682905969185041' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/111682905969185041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/111682905969185041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/2005/05/samples.html' title='Samples'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484503637330756408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636532.post-111563940330578853</id><published>2005-05-09T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T19:50:03.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Advertisement</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I almost forgot...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I want to promote our new business - handcrafted invitations and giveaways. If you know anyone who will be having their wedding or debut, I hope you can refer us to them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;To see samples, please visit this link&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://moi_me13.blogs.friendster.com/photos/auxis_works/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;http://moi_me13.blogs.friendster.com/photos/auxis_works/index.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'll upload some pics here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Pero sabi ko nga, not now muna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636532-111563940330578853?l=alferreras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/feeds/111563940330578853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636532&amp;postID=111563940330578853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/111563940330578853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/111563940330578853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/2005/05/advertisement.html' title='Advertisement'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484503637330756408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636532.post-111563925962949303</id><published>2005-05-09T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T19:50:21.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quick Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Just dropping by to say thank you to everyone who prayed for my mom. Her operation was successful. Thanks so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, just want to say that I now have time in my hands again. Meaning I can be active in blogging ulit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not today, but soon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636532-111563925962949303?l=alferreras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/feeds/111563925962949303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636532&amp;postID=111563925962949303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/111563925962949303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/111563925962949303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/2005/05/quick-post.html' title='A Quick Post'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484503637330756408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636532.post-111310008510686861</id><published>2005-04-10T10:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T10:28:05.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Request</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;It's been a while since my last post here. And I'm not sure when I can do another entry here after this one. My sched for the following weeks might not permit me to do anything else other than what is necessary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;My mom is scheduled for operation on April 18. According to her doctor, she'll have to be confined in the hospital for 8 days after the procedure. Then her full recovery will take around 2 months. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Please pray for my mom and for all of us as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636532-111310008510686861?l=alferreras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/feeds/111310008510686861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636532&amp;postID=111310008510686861' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/111310008510686861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/111310008510686861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/2005/04/request.html' title='Request'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484503637330756408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636532.post-111079618670200728</id><published>2005-03-14T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T18:29:46.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Two of my YFC friends got into a terrible car accident more than a week ago. Jessie only regained consciousness 4 days after the incident while Candy had to undergo surgery on her face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Last Friday, I visited both of them. Unexpectedly I left the hospital, not with a heavy heart, but with hope. In my brief stay with them, Jessie, Candy and their family have reminded me of lessons that I seemed to have forgotten. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;For that gift, I'd like to honor them in this post:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Eman - He was driving the owner jeep when the accident happened. Based on what I saw last Friday, it seems that he regularly visits Candy and Jessie. He talks to them and their families. This kind of effort, I believe takes a great amount of courage and humility on his part. And I deeply admire him for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Families of Jessie and Candy - Though they are facing difficult times, I didn't feel doubt nor anger from them. They have accepted what happened as part of God's plan and they are not questioning it. Also, they clearly don't blame anyone about the accident. I envy them for having such a strong faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Candy - According to her mom, hours before the surgery, Candy was so madaldal and she continues to talk even while she's in the operating room. It just shows that the accident didn't affect Candy's personality. She's as bubbly as ever (with or without pain). If she can do that, amidst all the tubes and machines in the hospital, who am I to complain about the summer heat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Jessie - My visit in Jessie's room lasted for less than 5 minutes. I hardly said anything to her for I was at loss for words. I didn't know how to comfort her so I simply held her hand. She must have felt my "discomfort" coz she squeezed my hand so hard as if to comfort me and tell me that she's doing okay. That's how Jessie is. I am looking forward to seeing her fully recovered and living her life according to God's plan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636532-111079618670200728?l=alferreras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/feeds/111079618670200728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636532&amp;postID=111079618670200728' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/111079618670200728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/111079618670200728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/2005/03/lessons.html' title='Lessons'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484503637330756408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636532.post-111019386759466608</id><published>2005-03-07T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T19:11:18.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentiments on Friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;When you become close with someone, you think that you already know him well. You develop trust and respect for each other. Even distance could not destroy the bond that you share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Then one mistake ended it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;You begin to doubt if everything you thought you knew about him were true. Every memories that you have of him becomes meaningless. And all that is left are pieces of a broken friendship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636532-111019386759466608?l=alferreras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/feeds/111019386759466608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636532&amp;postID=111019386759466608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/111019386759466608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/111019386759466608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/2005/03/sentiments-on-friendship.html' title='Sentiments on Friendship'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484503637330756408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636532.post-110950320720171139</id><published>2005-02-27T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T19:20:07.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;We're now nearing the end of the first quarter. I'd therefore like to make an update on the plans I made for this year:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;1. To make my mom undergo the much-needed heart operation. - The operation will hopefully happen either late March or early April. I know that my mom is afraid. I just pray that she will not back-out at the last minute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;2. To start my MA studies. - The deadline for application is on March 31 and I'm not having any progress on my application. We have a lot of activities lined-up at work so having a vacation leave (to go to UP and process my application) is not an option. Then there is also Mama's operation. I honestly think that there's no chance that I can meet the deadline. But I'm still not losing hope, I could still apply for the second semester :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;3. To be where I want to be and do what I want to do. - This one depends on plan number 2. Thus, no progress here too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;4. To have a “lovelife”. Still zero. And I don't forsee any changes in the near future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636532-110950320720171139?l=alferreras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/feeds/110950320720171139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636532&amp;postID=110950320720171139' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/110950320720171139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/110950320720171139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/2005/02/update.html' title='UPDATE'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484503637330756408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636532.post-110890273035161573</id><published>2005-02-20T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T20:32:10.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last One Standing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I watched Constantine last Friday with Carol, Dang and her guy "friend" Glen. Both Carol and I were surprised when we saw that Dang brought a "date". As I've previously mentioned in one of my posts here, Dang and I are the only single ones in the group. And so, seeing her with someone was really a surprise (or shock?) for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Syempre pa, we grilled Dang on the way home. She said that though he isn't saying anything to her, she feels that he sort of likes her. But Dang is quick to warn us that the feeling isn't mutual. This statement earned a violent reaction from us. We teased her endlessly and told her that she shouldn't be picky. After all, they've known each other for a while na and he's nice naman and quite presentable. With all these said, Dang just kept on smiling!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;The other girls do not know about this kwento yet. But once they learned about this, the pressure is ON (me)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636532-110890273035161573?l=alferreras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/feeds/110890273035161573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636532&amp;postID=110890273035161573' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/110890273035161573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/110890273035161573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/2005/02/last-one-standing.html' title='Last One Standing'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484503637330756408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636532.post-110863830577535237</id><published>2005-02-17T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T19:05:05.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I take the MRT everyday to go to work. But this Tuesday, I opted to ride a taxi because our office was near the area where the bombing occurred. And then in the afternoon, my officemate managed to convince me to ride a bus with her. We managed to have a normal conversation all throughout the ride. It was only after I got off the bus that I realized how scared I was. My knees were shaking and I wasn't breathing normally. I was so thankful that we reached our stop safely. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I know that it was exactly what the "terrorists" wanted to do. To instill fear in us. And I know that we shouldn't let them succeed. But I can't help it. I am scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I hate this feeling. I hate what they are doing. And I hate whoever is doing this things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636532-110863830577535237?l=alferreras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/feeds/110863830577535237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636532&amp;postID=110863830577535237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/110863830577535237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/110863830577535237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/2005/02/fear.html' title='Fear'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484503637330756408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636532.post-110837959583085033</id><published>2005-02-14T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T19:56:29.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Valentine Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'd like to share my most memorable valentine experience ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;It happened in 1993 when I was still in Grade 6 (I was only 12 yrs. old then). Our adviser, Mrs. Mayoya (my pinaka-favorite teacher), was really kunsintidora. She asked the boys in our class to bring roses on Valentines day and they can give it to anyone they like. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;V-day arrived. The rose-giving ceremony happened after recess. I remember coming back to the classroom late. When I entered the room, most of my classmates were looking at me and said uuuuuuyyyyyyy. I tried to ignore them but I was feeling very uncomfortable as I took my seat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;One by one, the boys were called and each one gave a rose to the girls they like. Then my bestfriend's name was called. He approached me,went down on one knee and gave me a bouquet of roses. The whole class erupted into cheers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;But being the maldita that I am, I took the roses from him without saying thank you. Starting that day, I ignored my friend and refused to talk to him again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Now let's return to the present time. It's V-day again and I'm here doing this entry in our computer shop, without a single thorn at hand. Is this karma or what? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636532-110837959583085033?l=alferreras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/feeds/110837959583085033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636532&amp;postID=110837959583085033' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/110837959583085033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/110837959583085033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/2005/02/my-valentine-story.html' title='My Valentine Story'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484503637330756408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636532.post-110830394030299697</id><published>2005-02-13T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T22:12:20.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine Note</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;All quizzes I've posted today were done in the spirit of Valentines Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Happy &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hearts Day&lt;/span&gt; everyone!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636532-110830394030299697?l=alferreras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/feeds/110830394030299697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636532&amp;postID=110830394030299697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/110830394030299697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/110830394030299697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/2005/02/valentine-note.html' title='Valentine Note'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484503637330756408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636532.post-110830366391250391</id><published>2005-02-13T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T22:07:43.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://quizdiva.net/bt/sagittarius-love.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sagittarius - Your Love Profile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your positive traits:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your playful nature brings out the happy inner-child in dates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're willing to take risks in love... and reap the rewards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got a killer sense of humor that gets talking with any hottie you meet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your negative traits:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes your sarcasm comes off as biting and abrasive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can be brutally honest, tactless, and truthful even when it hurts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're such a free spirit that you find it hard to commit to one person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your ideal partner:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone high energy who will pick up and out with you whenever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is creative and fun - thinking of new adventures for the two of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is bold... and not afraid to tell you "I love you" early on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your dating style:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unpredictable. You never know how the night is going to end up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your seduction style:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daring. You're always pushing to try something new in the bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full of imagination. You've always got a new fantasy you're dying to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spritually driven. Sex for you can be an other-worldy act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tips for the future:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realize that while freedom is great - sometimes a stable relationship is better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not all about you. Focus on your parnter's needs every once and a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make up your mind about your parnter, and stick to it. Your fickle will ruin things otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Best place to meet someone online: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/singles.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;American Singles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt; - tons of flirting and fun to suite your inner extrovert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Best color to attract mate:&lt;/b&gt; Purple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Best day for a date:&lt;/b&gt; Thursday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get your free love profile at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Blogthings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636532-110830366391250391?l=alferreras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/feeds/110830366391250391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636532&amp;postID=110830366391250391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/110830366391250391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/110830366391250391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/2005/02/sagittarius-your-love-profile-your.html' title=''/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484503637330756408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636532.post-110830360880227801</id><published>2005-02-13T22:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T22:09:32.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine Quiz3</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="400" align="center" border="1" color="black"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#bbe9ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Line to Pick Up a Sagittarius With&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left"  style="color:#e6f7ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hi, I'm writing a term paper on the finer things in life. Can I interview you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jdoqocy.com/re70gv30v2IKKRKSSNIKJLSRSJP?sid=vday"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Discover your ideal love with a sample Intimacy Essentials Reading -- free!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/pickupsigns"&gt;What Pick Up Line Would Work On You?&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636532-110830360880227801?l=alferreras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636532.post-110830348814548818</id><published>2005-02-13T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T22:04:48.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine Quiz 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="400" align="center" border="1"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#66ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You Are A Realistic Romantic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;You are more romantic than 70% of the population.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/realistic-romatic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;It's easy for you to get swept away by romance...&lt;br /&gt;But you've done a pretty good job keeping perspective.&lt;br /&gt;You're still taken in by love poems and sunsets&lt;br /&gt;You just don't fall for every dreamy pick up line!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/romanticorrealisticquiz/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Are You Romantic or Realistic?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636532-110830348814548818?l=alferreras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/feeds/110830348814548818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636532&amp;postID=110830348814548818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/110830348814548818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/110830348814548818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/2005/02/valentine-quiz-2.html' title='Valentine Quiz 2'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484503637330756408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636532.post-110830339922644360</id><published>2005-02-13T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T22:10:27.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine Quiz 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="400" align="center" border="1"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#66ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Your Seduction Style: The Natural&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/natural.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;You don't really try to seduce people... it just seems to happen.&lt;br /&gt;Fun loving and free spirited, you bring out the inner child in people.&lt;br /&gt;You are spontaneous, sincere, and unpretentious - a hard combo to find!&lt;br /&gt;People drop their guard around you, and find themselves falling fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/seducerquiz/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;What Is Your Seduction Style?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636532-110830339922644360?l=alferreras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/feeds/110830339922644360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636532&amp;postID=110830339922644360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/110830339922644360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/110830339922644360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/2005/02/valentine-quiz-1.html' title='Valentine Quiz 1'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484503637330756408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636532.post-110803376992784636</id><published>2005-02-10T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T19:09:29.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AAARRRRGGGGGHHHH!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I did an entry about my trip to UP yesterday. It was quite long. But when I tried to publish it, blogger failed to load completely! Syempre pa, my entry was not published successfully!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;AAARRGGHH talaga!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636532-110803376992784636?l=alferreras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/feeds/110803376992784636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636532&amp;postID=110803376992784636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/110803376992784636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/110803376992784636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/2005/02/aaarrrrggggghhhh.html' title='AAARRRRGGGGGHHHH!!!!!!!'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484503637330756408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636532.post-110802971777874089</id><published>2005-02-10T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T18:04:30.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's Who</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;A simple friend, when visiting, acts like a guest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;A real friend opens your refrigerator and helps himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;A simple friend has never seen you cry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;A real friend has shoulders soggy from your tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;A simple friend doesn't know your parents' first names. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;A real friend has their phone numbers in his address book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;A simple friend brings a bottle of wine to your party. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;A real friend comes early to help you cook and stays late to help you clean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;A simple friend hates it when you call after he has gone to bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;A real friend asks you why you took so long to call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;A simple friend seeks to talk with you about your problems. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;A real friend seeks to help you with your problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;A simple friend wonders about your romantic history. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;A real friend could blackmail you with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;A simple friend thinks the friendship is over when you have an argument. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;A real friend calls you after you had a fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;A simple friend expects you to always be there for them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;A real friend is always there for you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636532-110802971777874089?l=alferreras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/feeds/110802971777874089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636532&amp;postID=110802971777874089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/110802971777874089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/110802971777874089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/2005/02/whos-who.html' title='Who&apos;s Who'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484503637330756408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636532.post-110734190166070546</id><published>2005-02-02T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T18:59:56.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;It was gimik night with the auxis last night. We had dinner and we played bowling. Since it's been a while since our last "bowling tournament" it was expected that we would play bad. But I still had 2 strikes and 6 spares (applause,applause pls). Pero it was,of course evenly distributed in our 3 games hehehe. We enjoyed being sporty kaya next gimik - badminton!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;********************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;My cousin is getting married (civil ceremony muna) on Friday. I know this sounds weird, but the news made me a little sad. It's proof that we are now at the stage where we make our own lives, separate from the other members of the family. This is really big deal for me coz I grew up in a big family (we were the epitome of an extended family) and now I felt like I'm losing them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;********************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;As I've said, my ate is getting married on Friday. Bayle (the annual dance contest of UPD-YFC)is also on Friday. I've already planned with Ia and the others that we'd watch Bayle. But now I'm not sure if I still can. This will be the first time in 6 years that I'd miss this event if ever. Ayoko!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;********************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Our Singaporean principal (foreign supplier) is here in town. This is her second time to visit the country. However, she said that her colleagues in Singapore told her that she should never go walk around the Philippines alone or she might be kidnapped. As if! Talk about paranoid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636532-110734190166070546?l=alferreras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/feeds/110734190166070546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636532&amp;postID=110734190166070546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/110734190166070546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/110734190166070546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/2005/02/random-updates.html' title='Random Updates'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484503637330756408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636532.post-110721734101528153</id><published>2005-02-01T08:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T08:22:21.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wala Lang</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I received this text early in the morning today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;helo ana...mis u po...im not jst ok kya i remember u...hope 2 tok &amp; c u soon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Wala lang, Im just wondering if my friends remember me only when they are not okay. I'm thinking this way since I've heard this line a million times before from different people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I know I should be flattered. And I am, really. It's just that sometimes I want to be missed for a different reason naman...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636532-110721734101528153?l=alferreras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/feeds/110721734101528153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636532&amp;postID=110721734101528153' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/110721734101528153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/110721734101528153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/2005/02/wala-lang.html' title='Wala Lang'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484503637330756408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636532.post-110665012197222724</id><published>2005-01-25T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T18:48:41.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dilemma</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;This is a continuation of my last post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;As I've said, I offended my professor with my "tactless" question. Needless to say, I had to apologize.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;The problem is he didn't acknowledge my apology. I sent him my apology last Saturday (thru Friendster) and until now he hasn't replied (though he checks his friendster account everyday since).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;In fairness to him, although he didn't like what I said, he still offered to make me a recommendation letter as soon as I email my CV to him. My dilemma now is whether I should still send him my CV even though I'm not sure if he accepts my apology. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Wouldn't that make me "makapal?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Help!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636532-110665012197222724?l=alferreras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/feeds/110665012197222724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636532&amp;postID=110665012197222724' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/110665012197222724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/110665012197222724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/2005/01/dilemma.html' title='Dilemma'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484503637330756408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636532.post-110639498786252271</id><published>2005-01-22T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T19:57:10.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Down the Drain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Last Thursday, I asked one of my former professors if he can give me a recommendation letter for my MA application. It was supposedly easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I ended up offending him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636532-110639498786252271?l=alferreras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/feeds/110639498786252271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636532&amp;postID=110639498786252271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/110639498786252271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/110639498786252271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/2005/01/down-drain.html' title='Down the Drain'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484503637330756408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636532.post-110622326523951072</id><published>2005-01-20T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T20:14:25.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sour Graping</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Planning for a gimik with my best friends is now getting really complicated. (Here's my text conversation with Dang when I asked her to sched a gmik for us)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;moi: Da, sched tayo gmik sa katapusan. Bowling o kya nood tyo elektra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Dang: ok sbihin ko sa kanila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;D: friendships, nagyaya si ana ng gmik sa katapusan, sa sweldo. bowling daw or watch ng elektra. txtback kayo. (this was sent to our whole group)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;D: bowling daw gusto ni carol. si neth nmn nag-iinarte. ang sabi tanong daw muna nya kay paul. ang sabi ko sa kanya bakit kay paul. ang sagot ba naman sa kin, bakit nde e bf ko un. sbi ko na lang sana tayo-tayo na lang muna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;moi: e isa k png topak dn. bkit nmn cna carol at kely pede isama cna edson at kuya marvs pag lumalabas tyo. d yaan mo dn c neth sama c paul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;D: gusto ko sna tyo2 lang muna for this particular gmik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;moi: pagbyan mo na muna c neth kung gusto mya sma c paul. pag cnama nya, yaya n dn ntin un iba. dmi p nmn mgi2ng ksunod n lkad e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;D: ok fine! ang tono nya kc e kung nde sasama c paul nde n din sya sasama. nyway, cge kung ano gusto nyo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;D: ikaw na ang bahala. bowling nga gusto ni carol. c jen undecided. c kelly no reply. finalize mo n lng dtails.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I guess it's quite obvious in that conversation that Dang and I are the only unattached ones in our barkada. Thus, our longing for an exclusive gimik. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I have a terrible feeling that this will not be the last discussion of its kind. Let's see what will happen on Valentines Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636532-110622326523951072?l=alferreras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/feeds/110622326523951072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636532&amp;postID=110622326523951072' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/110622326523951072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/110622326523951072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/2005/01/sour-graping.html' title='Sour Graping'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484503637330756408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636532.post-110622151428459865</id><published>2005-01-20T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T19:45:14.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Charles Schultz Philosophy </title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;This is the philosophy of Charles Schultz, the creator of the "Peanuts" comic strip. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Try to answer the following:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;PART I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;1. Name the five wealthiest people in the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;2. Name the last five Heisman trophy winners. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;3. Name the last five winners of the Miss America contest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt; 4. Name ten people who have won the Nobel or Pulitzer Prize. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;5. Name the last half dozen Academy Award winner for best actor and actress. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;6. Name the last decade's worth of World Series winners.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;PART II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;1. List a few teachers who aided your journey through school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;2. Name three friends who have helped you through a difficult time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;3. Name five people who have taught you something worthwhile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;4. Think of a few people who have made you feel appreciated and special. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;5. Think of five people you enjoy spending time with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;6. Name half a dozen heroes whose stories have inspired you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;How did you do on the first part? The point is, none of us remember the headliners of yesterday. These are no second-rate achievers. They are the best in their fields. But the applause dies. Awards tarnish. Achievements are forgotten. Accolades and certificates are buried with their owners.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;How about on the second part? The lesson: The people who make a difference in your life are not the ones with the most credentials, the most money, or the most awards. They are the ones that care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;May we all share this kind of philosophy in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636532-110622151428459865?l=alferreras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/feeds/110622151428459865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636532&amp;postID=110622151428459865' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/110622151428459865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/110622151428459865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/2005/01/charles-schultz-philosophy.html' title='Charles Schultz Philosophy '/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484503637330756408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636532.post-110596101954718840</id><published>2005-01-17T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T19:28:51.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Efficiency</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;This is partly the reason why I failed to update my blog for more than a week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Last week, our DSL modem was busted. We immediately reported it to PLDT 173. Here's my conversation with one their customer/technical representatives:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Moi: (after almost 20 minutes of waiting for someone to become available to take my call) Hello? We’re having problems with our DSL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tech Rep: Ano pong PL number?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Moi: PL number is _________.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tech Rep: Ano pong nagiging problem nyo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Moi: Hindi gumagana yung modem. Walang makuhang signal. (But I was later informed that the modem has no power actually)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tech Rep: San po ang location nyo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Moi: Mandaluyong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tech Rep: I’ll just put you on hold ma’am. (pipe in music) Thank you for waiting. Hindi po naming mache-check yung problem nyo kaya dito po kayo sa number na to tumawag 743-5292. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Moi: Bakit hindi nyo mache-check?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tech Rep: Hindi po kasi naming area yan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I didn’t want to argue with her since we’re losing precious time so I just ended the conversation. I just called the number she gave me. Nobody answered my first call, the line just kept on ringing and ringing. After getting the busy tone, I redialed the number. It was busy. After 5 minutes, I called again. It’s still busy and it remained busy for the next 15 minutes. When I finally got thru, nobody answered. So my question is: why would I get a busy tone if nobody was using the phone? And if someone was using the phone, why is nobody answering my call? I tried calling 173 again to tell them to call the number themselves and report our problem. But surprise, surprise - no one was available to take my call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I asked our shop's assistant to keep on calling the number that was given to us. She later reported to me that when she finally was able to talk to somebody, they gave her another number to call since Mandaluyong is not their area. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Our DSL modem was finally fixed after 2 whole days of no internet connection (to think that PLDT has a satellite office three blocks away from our shop). As far as I know, our record will show that we applied for a business package of DSL. Kaya I don't know how they could have failed to realize that no internet connection for an internet shop means suicide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Last time I checked, PLDT is still one of the top companies in the country. Yet, this is the kind of service we get from them. And we still wonder why our country is falling apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636532-110596101954718840?l=alferreras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/feeds/110596101954718840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636532&amp;postID=110596101954718840' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/110596101954718840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/110596101954718840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/2005/01/efficiency.html' title='Efficiency'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484503637330756408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636532.post-110509908994644432</id><published>2005-01-07T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T19:58:09.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Special Greeting</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/1994/640/marisylle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 2px solid" height="180" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/1994/400/marisylle.jpg" border="0" weight="125" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Marisylle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Huwag mo nga akong binibiro dahil hindi tayo close!"&lt;br /&gt;After a break-up this is her usual line, "Hindi ako iiyak no, madaming lalake jan!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Grabe ang ganda-ganda ko talaga, HAHAHAHA!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Such are the famous lines of Marisylle Ragsag. Iba talaga di ba? Friend ko sya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636532-110509908994644432?l=alferreras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/feeds/110509908994644432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636532&amp;postID=110509908994644432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/110509908994644432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/110509908994644432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/2005/01/special-greeting.html' title='Special Greeting'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484503637330756408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636532.post-110492637688041251</id><published>2005-01-05T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T20:46:34.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Belated Greeting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;CONGRATULATIONS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/1994/640/ighot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 2px solid" height="180" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/1994/400/ighot.jpg" width="220" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;eric, ate tong and bea - now they are three! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized today that my cousin, Ate Tong and her husband Eric, had their first wedding anniversary last Monday (January 3).And it only seemed yesterday when we crammed the preparations for their wedding. It was record-breaking: one week preparation for a church wedding with a complete entourage! But when you look at the pics, hindi obvious na rush hehehe. (i'll upload sample pics once i remember where i stored them).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what else can I say pa kundi Happy Anniversary!!! You managed to survive married life for a year now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/1994/640/bea%20and%20eric.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 2px solid" height="150" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/1994/400/bea%20and%20eric.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;papa eric and cutie bea &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;This pic is taken when she was only 6 months old. She's such a huge baby. Bea will turn one next month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/1994/640/bea.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/1994/400/bea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bea &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe, how time flies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636532-110492637688041251?l=alferreras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/feeds/110492637688041251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636532&amp;postID=110492637688041251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/110492637688041251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/110492637688041251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/2005/01/belated-greeting.html' title='Belated Greeting'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484503637330756408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636532.post-110483814234219567</id><published>2005-01-04T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T19:29:02.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Again, this is what a quiz (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.umbra.com/room/" target="_blank" eudora="autourl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;http://www.umbra.com/room/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;) revealed about me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Frames: Your Relationships&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The choice of Rodeo indicates an optimistic, outgoing personality who likes to buck the trends. You are a throwback to another era in some respects as you live in the present, but cherish the past. You frequently exhibit a strong urge to collect friends and family and a desire to keep them safely all in one place. You have good intentions and try very hard to keep organized, however in the excitement and spontaneous rush of daily life, you often end up cramming in more activities than you can handle, which is obvious to all. But when you do turn over a new leaf, you go all out, and find time and space for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The Curtains: Your Secrets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Your choice of the glimmering semi-transparent sheer reveals a personality with a flair for showmanship who prefers to let everything hang out. Privacy for you is not in the cards, or in the slot machine. One of the hardest things in life for you is to keep a secret. You are a risk-taker and gambler in your heart. Although you may never appear on-stage, you love the spotlight. The shimmer, the razzle and dazzle of the evening crowd leaves you intoxicated. Some might mistake you for an exhibitionist but that is a fallacy. Your fun-loving nature and smooth social skills help you glide effortlessly through many different social stratas! You are not worried about 'who knows what about you'. You just wish that other people would take a few chances and roll life's dice, like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Cans: Your Problems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small, and sleek you confidently act like you’re ready to handle any problem. Your cocky street-wise demeanour boasts of industrial strength power, but in truth your metal is tested by problems of a more domestic nature. You are constantly being stepped on, but greet this behaviour with surprising aplomb and good-naturedness. Your generous, hard-working nature has left you open to everyone dumping their problems on you daily. While this would cause worry and stress for lesser mortals, you have accepted your lot in life with maturity and humility, understanding that other people's problems are bringing you one step closer to salvation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Fun things: Your Moods&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your choice of the Meditative Mood indicates an introspective person who sets aside time each day for quiet reflection. However due to the 'busyness' of modern life this quiet refuge may take unusual forms. Rather than sitting cross-legged on an oriental carpet chanting 'OM' you may prefer to focus your energies on the hyponotic drone of the vacuum cleaner or on the repetitive motions of polishing furniture or washing windows with your Teardrop paper towel holder always near at hand. All the while chanting 'cleanliness is next to...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Furniture: Your Lover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your choice of the undulating reclining Q chaise, reveals a deep-seated need to find that one perfect individual, your soul-mate, for whom you were destined to spend your life. They must be open to new ideas and contemporary thought. You would enjoy a partner who will experiment with new positions, both at work and at home, to add variety to your relationship. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(My note: I think this sentence is badly phrased, makes you think of something else :p)&lt;/span&gt;With your ideal lover you would fit together like you were made for each other, interlocked in a passionate and tender embrace. But having a pragmatic nature, you recognize that sometimes you would want to pursue your own independent interests, so that when you rejoin, you would make a dynamic combination. It goes without saying that your ideal lover would radiate style and panache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Clocks: Your Future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Clean and clear, there's no question about the time here: Your future is clearly laid out for you. You attack each day with a no-nonsense business attitude. Your cool, streamlined demeanor may lead people to think you are aloof, but you prefer to view yourself as eminently practical with a clear, warm face that everyone can read easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;What I think of the results:&lt;/span&gt; I think they got it right with my relationships and my problems and slightly on my lover. I wish they are right about my future. But they are definitely wrong about my secrets and my mood. I believe that I am a private person, hindi ako tsismosa and I don't enjoy cleaning!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636532-110483814234219567?l=alferreras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/feeds/110483814234219567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636532&amp;postID=110483814234219567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/110483814234219567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/110483814234219567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/2005/01/my-room.html' title='My Room'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484503637330756408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636532.post-110481484652433394</id><published>2005-01-04T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T20:54:11.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Wish</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Happy New Year! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(I'm still trying to be optimistic about 2005 kahit na I've been sick since Dec. 31 pa. Hmm, there was a super typhoon nung birthday ko and I had a flu on New Year's Eve, what could that possibly mean?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Nyway,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Among the greetings/wishes I received nung New Year, this is my favorite (c/o Ms. TJ Mante - one of the branch managers of Copylandia):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Happy New Year! May you be showered with more men or may more men shower with you or may you share more showers with more men..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Isn't that nice? Hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636532-110481484652433394?l=alferreras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/feeds/110481484652433394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636532&amp;postID=110481484652433394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/110481484652433394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/110481484652433394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/2005/01/what-wish.html' title='What a Wish'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484503637330756408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636532.post-110423115684995273</id><published>2004-12-28T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T18:35:58.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parties Galore</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;This month, I got busy attending different Christmas parties. I know that Christmas is not really about parties but I think I wouldn't have really enjoyed this season if it weren't for them. And so, I'd like to share with all of you the highlights of each one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;December 10: My first Christmas party at WSI.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 2px solid" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img height="150" alt="turtle" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/1994/400/Solutions%20girls.jpg" width="180" align="left" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I think I came in at the right time since according to old-timers, it's been years since the last time our company had a Christmas party. (Am I lucky or what?) We were treated with presentations from half-naked men dancing to the tune of "Machong Papa" and midget-wannabes playing a song of the Eraserheads. We also got the chance to give our manager a make-over (and she won the star of the night award)!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 2px solid" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img height="150" alt="turtle" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/1994/400/My%20team.jpg" width="180" align="left" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;For someone who had trouble fitting-in for the first few months at work, I must say that it wasn't bad at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;December 22: YFC Thundercats Party.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; This was my first Christmas party with my YFC friends since year 2000, the year before I graduated. Unlike our company party, we didn't do anything special in this party. We just shared dinner and laughed out loud as we read our old logbook where the chronicles of our YFC life was listed. Some of the entries we found were Jologs quizzes (sino ang bida sa pelikulang "Perdina at mga duwende?") and name-the-bear contest (MacgyBear and Bearting Labra were among the answers). Hehe, those were the days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;December 25: Family time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; This year's celebration reminded me of what really make Christmas special - kids!!! We have a handful of them this year and they surely did transform an otherwise bland get-together to a fun-filled celebration. I especially enjoyed seeing my nieces open my gifts to them. They are just so appreciative. But one of my little cousins received the same gift from my ate and my younger sister and she couldn't help but say, "Pareho?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;December 26: Get-together with my bestfriends.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I already mentioned in one of my first entries here na 7 na lang kaming natitira na magkakasama and we are having difficulty finding time for each other. Kaya being together in one place without doing anything special is more than enough for us. And so, moi, Dang, Carol, Jen and Mike, Kelly and Marvin all went to Tenten's house last Sunday. We ate carbonara, sinigang, rellenong bangus and leche flan and talked about everything and nothing. I enjoyed every minute of it. Except maybe for the part when we were discussing the colorful lovelives of Kelly and Marvin when Dang and Carol suddenly shrieked "Ana!!!" Their sudden alarm was brought about by the realization that I am now 24 and nearing the deadline given to me by a "spiritual adviser" (I wouldn't elaborate on this, I will save it for another entry). If it weren't for that, I would have described the occasion perfect. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;With all these merry-making I've been to, I'm glad that the season is about to end. (But not quite, I still have one last party set on the 30th). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Enjoy the remaining days of the season!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636532-110423115684995273?l=alferreras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/feeds/110423115684995273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636532&amp;postID=110423115684995273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/110423115684995273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/110423115684995273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/2004/12/parties-galore.html' title='Parties Galore'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484503637330756408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636532.post-110358977066808719</id><published>2004-12-21T08:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T08:42:50.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;As I’ve mentioned in my previous post, this year wasn’t a very good year for my family. However, compared to what happened with other families (typhoon victims of Winnie and Yoyong, FPJ’s and Speaker De Venecia’s), I believe that we are still very fortunate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I am thankful that we have money to buy foods and new clothes to wear this Christmas. I am grateful that we can still afford to exchange gifts. And most of all, I am thankful that I have my whole family to celebrate Christmas with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I pray that all those who suffered from the recent tragedies will still be able to find peace and hope at this most important season of the year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636532-110358977066808719?l=alferreras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/feeds/110358977066808719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636532&amp;postID=110358977066808719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/110358977066808719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/110358977066808719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/2004/12/christmas-thoughts.html' title='Christmas Thoughts'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484503637330756408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636532.post-110319266731842286</id><published>2004-12-16T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T18:24:27.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plans</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Still with two weeks left in 2004, I have already prepared my goals for next year. I only have three. But these are major ones. I feel that my future will depend on the fulfillment of these three:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;1. To make my mom undergo the much-needed heart operation. This year hasn’t been a very good year for us since my mom had a stroke. Changes were necessary. Struggles were constant. After the operation, I am hoping for a much better year.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;2. To start my MA studies. I already planned this last year but due to circumstances that happened I had to postpone it. Hopefully, I’ll be able to enroll this school year (my career plans are dependent on this!).   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;3. To be where I want to be and do what I want to do. (I’ll be vague muna regarding this so as not to offend some people who might be reading this)   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;So there. I’ve laid down my plans for the coming year. All that is left for me to do is to achieve them.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;But as an afterthought, I’ll add another goal to that list: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;4. To have a “lovelife”. This is for my friends who are praying and wishing for me to have one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;But then again, I think won’t be too affected if I will not accomplish this last goal by next year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am that confident.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636532-110319266731842286?l=alferreras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/feeds/110319266731842286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636532&amp;postID=110319266731842286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/110319266731842286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/110319266731842286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/2004/12/plans.html' title='Plans'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484503637330756408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636532.post-110302382079086548</id><published>2004-12-14T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T19:32:36.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sumpong</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Things that everyone needs to remember when I am in a foul mood:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. One look on my face and you'll know if I'm having a bad day.&lt;br /&gt;2. I prefer silence. I can be with anyone for a whole day without uttering a single word.&lt;br /&gt;3. I answer questions with yes and no only. If you insist on a more elaborate answer, I usually give one but it's dripping with sarcasm.&lt;br /&gt;4. If I'm forced to speak, I use a monotonous voice.&lt;br /&gt;5. If I can help it, I don't maintain eye contact with anyone.&lt;br /&gt;6. I can't be teased, bribed or coerced to do anything I'm not in the mood for (even if it's something I usually like to do).&lt;br /&gt;7. No matter how funny you are or try to be, you cannot make me smile or laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you know these, you can easily avoid me when I'm having sumpong. And just in case no one has guessed yet, I have a terrible one now! Hmp. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636532-110302382079086548?l=alferreras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/feeds/110302382079086548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636532&amp;postID=110302382079086548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/110302382079086548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/110302382079086548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/2004/12/sumpong.html' title='Sumpong'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484503637330756408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636532.post-110275973126917651</id><published>2004-12-11T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T20:59:32.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disturbing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I had a dream. It was a very weird dream. Before I tell the details of the dream, I’d like to give a brief background on the main character in my dream. Let’s call him Friend X. Friend X is a girl-magnet. He is quite attractive, intelligent and very kind. But he never had a girlfriend yet. He is also gay-phobic. Friend X and I were quite close before. However, we lost contact with each other and I hardly knew anything about him now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My dream was about Friend X. I can’t remember the whole dream but the last part of it disturbs me. In my dream, Friend X and I were with a group of friends. Suddenly, a couple of gay men joined us. I think they told us stories of their “escapades”. Needless to say, our guy friends were offended by the stories. Except for Friend X. He showed a lot of interest in what the gays were telling us and he even asked a lot of questions about their activities. Obviously, all of us were shocked about this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The next scene was set in another day and location. I was with the same group of friends, minus Friend X. We were all formulating theories about Friend X’s actions. We all concluded that he's probably gay and we were terribly disappointed. When Friend X arrived, there was an awkward silence. Knowing that he was unwanted, Friend X looked at us with tears on his eyes and said, "I appeal mostly to Ana to understand me." He walked away and I woke up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's been days now since I had that dream and until now I can't forget how my friend looked when he said those words. I'm not sure what my dream means. And I'm not sure if I really want to know...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636532-110275973126917651?l=alferreras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/feeds/110275973126917651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636532&amp;postID=110275973126917651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/110275973126917651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/110275973126917651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/2004/12/disturbing.html' title='Disturbing'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484503637330756408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636532.post-110233506705352444</id><published>2004-12-06T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T21:02:00.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jungle in the City</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If the National Geographic Channel decides to make a documentary on Philippine jungles, I’d tell them to try the MRT and LRT scene. They would surely enjoy observing the different animals they can find there. And just to show my support for this worthy project, I already made a list of the creatures that could be seen in both MRT and LRT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bulls – During rush hours, try positioning your self in front of the pack to get the full idea on how vicious these animals can be. Once the MRT arrived, you’ll feel the strength of the bulls as they push you forward (honestly, you don’t have to move a muscle, they will bring you inside the MRT without much effort). You better know how to position your self well or you can end up being trampled to death (or at least your toes would be).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chickens – When the MRT is packed, you would encounter some chickens who continuously flap their wings to create more room for themselves and create the clucking sound (tsk, tsk) when they fail. Seriously, they can really be annoying. I have to use all my self-control to stop myself from telling them na, “Hello!!!Nag-MRT ka kaya dapat ready ka makipagsiksikan. Kung ayaw mo ng nasisikipan sana nag-taxi ka.” But of course, I’m not used to talking to animals kaya I usually just bite my tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salmon – I’m actually not sure if this is the right fish that I have in mind. Basta, I’m referring to the kind that goes against the tide. You’ll encounter them when you try to get off the train. Kahit na anong excuse me ang gawin mo, sasalubungin pa din nila yung mga palabas kesahodang mapagsarhan ka ng pinto at ma-miss mo ang stop mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: These two other animals that I’ll mention are not exclusive to the MRT/LRT jungle, you can find them almost anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leeches – As I mentioned, these can be found in almost any place that is packed. You’ll feel them as they try to attach themselves to you. It takes great skill to be able to evade them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Skunk. I guess there is no need to describe this animal. You've probably smelled them already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung hindi man magamit itong list na to ng National Geographic, I still think that this can be vital in surviving the vicious MRT/LRT jungle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636532-110233506705352444?l=alferreras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/feeds/110233506705352444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636532&amp;postID=110233506705352444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/110233506705352444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/110233506705352444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/2004/12/jungle-in-city.html' title='Jungle in the City'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484503637330756408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636532.post-110198505756160569</id><published>2004-12-02T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T21:02:15.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not A Very Nice Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Description of a bad day: a super typhoon is fast approaching and almost everyone (e.g. students of all levels, government employees and those who are working for good-hearted individuals) are preparing for its arrival at home while I'm still at the office staring at my computer and praying that the typhoon would decide to postpone its arrival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's times like this that makes me wish I am still a student. I can still remember the euphoria of finding out that classes were suspended. But since I am a "yuppie" (eeww) now, I don't have that privilege anymore. Unfair!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I was left with no choice but to make a list of things I would like to do if the time comes that work gets suspended because of a typhoon:&lt;br /&gt;a. Wake up at around 11, just in time for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;b. Eat champorado.&lt;br /&gt;c. Watch Eat Bulaga (and become part of history :p)&lt;br /&gt;d. Read a good book.&lt;br /&gt;e. Sleep again until 7pm, just in time for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;f. Stay glued on the TV&lt;br /&gt;g. Wish that work the following day would still be suspended.&lt;br /&gt;h. Sleep once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#@!%*# I guess I shouldn't have made that list coz it only made me realize how much I hate this day. (Note: at around lunch time, most of the private sector also declared suspension of work. In fairness to our company, they also did that - but at 4:30 pm!) AAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636532-110198505756160569?l=alferreras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/feeds/110198505756160569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636532&amp;postID=110198505756160569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/110198505756160569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/110198505756160569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/2004/12/not-very-nice-day.html' title='Not A Very Nice Day'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484503637330756408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636532.post-110181732186922703</id><published>2004-11-30T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T21:02:40.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Advisory</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;It's my party and I'll cry if I want to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my 24th birthday!But since typhoon Winnie decided to rain on my parade, I decided not to celebrate it. I just shared a cake with my two-year old cousin who has the same birth date. (Hay, after "owning" the November 29 date for 22 years, I now share the spotlight with my cousin. Gone were the days when I became bida for a day...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll make this post short muna because I'm still trying to interpret what fate is trying to tell me with this recent development in my life :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636532-110181732186922703?l=alferreras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/feeds/110181732186922703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636532&amp;postID=110181732186922703' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/110181732186922703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/110181732186922703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/2004/11/advisory.html' title='Advisory'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484503637330756408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636532.post-110147075698326844</id><published>2004-11-26T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T20:58:40.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Night of Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last November 19, I attended the 10th Year Celebration of UP-Youth for Christ. I looked forward to that reunion since the day that they informed me that we will be having one. Even before the reunion happened, I already imagined posting here a lengthy article about it. But after attending the much-awaited event, I am writing about it just now. Why? Is it because I was disappointed? Or is it because I was overwhelmed by the emotions I felt that night that I needed time to gather my thoughts? Honestly, I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But there are two things that I realized because of the reunion. First, I realized how easy it is for me to lose contact with my friends. I'm actually not sure if it is a one-way thing, if it is just my fault. I guess not. Still, I didn't like the feeling I had when I saw my friends in the reunion. I felt like I didn't know anything about them anymore. Whenever they told me something new about them, I asked myself, "How come I only knew about this now?". I wanted to ask them when and why we failed to keep in touch. Because I was disappointed with myself, I promised to reach out more to them despite the distance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But the second lesson I learned is this - it is difficult to keep that promise. It's been a week now and yet, I still haven't contacted any of them (not even to say hi or to greet them good morning or whatever). And the funny thing is, I'm not sure when I'll do it. Maybe I'm just waiting for them to contact me first. Or maybe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No wonder we have a need for reunions.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636532-110147075698326844?l=alferreras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/feeds/110147075698326844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636532&amp;postID=110147075698326844' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/110147075698326844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/110147075698326844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/2004/11/one-night-of-memories.html' title='One Night of Memories'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484503637330756408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636532.post-110077899694423174</id><published>2004-11-18T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T21:04:05.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart-warming Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This story has been circulating in the email for quite some time now. I've received it a lot of times already and I've lost count of how many times I've read it. Still, it continues to touch me and I am now sharing this to all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school. His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his books. I thought to myself, "Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on. As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him. He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes. My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him and as he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I saw a tear in his eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I handed him his glasses, I said, "Those guys are jerks. They really should get lives."&lt;br /&gt;He looked at me and said, "Hey thanks!" There was a big smile on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude. I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before. He said he had gone to private school before now. I would have never hung out with a private school kid before. We talked all the way home, and I carried some of his books. He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if he wanted to play a little football with my friends. He said yes. We hung out all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him, and my friends thought the same of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again. I stopped him and said, "Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!" He just laughed and handed me half the books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends. When we were seniors, we began to think about college. Kyle decided on Georgetown, and I was going to Duke. I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem. He was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business on a football scholarship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle was valedictorian of our class. I teased him all the time about being a nerd. He had to prepare a speech for graduation. I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graduation day, I saw Kyle. He looked great. He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school. He filled out and actually looked good in glasses. He had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him. Boy, sometimes I was jealous. Today was one of those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could see that he was nervous about his speech, so, I smacked him on the back and said, "Hey, big guy, you'll be great!" He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled. "Thanks," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years. Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach..but mostly your friends...I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. Iam going to tell you a story."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met. He hadp lanned to kill himself over the weekend. He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn't have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home. He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw his Mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not until that moment did I realize it's depth. THE END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We can never underestimate the power of our actions. With one small gesture we can change a person's life. For better or for worse. God puts us all in each other's lives to impact one another in some way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636532-110077899694423174?l=alferreras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/feeds/110077899694423174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636532&amp;postID=110077899694423174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/110077899694423174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/110077899694423174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/2004/11/heart-warming-story.html' title='Heart-warming Story'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484503637330756408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636532.post-110060754704216506</id><published>2004-11-16T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T21:04:37.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-Analysis Triggered by a TV Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;"When you hold out on everything, sometimes you end up with nothing." - from the Ally McBeal show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I watched an old episode of Ally McBeal and this dialogue caught my attention. If this is true, then I am doomed. Everyone knows (or at least my friends do) that I haven't had a "love life" because I am still holding out for who I think is best for me. They always tell me to be wary kasi "baka sa kakapili mauwi ako sa bungi." And now, I heard this statement!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Again, if the above statement is true, then maybe I should be preparing myself now to either settling for someone who's not so perfect or joining Handmaids of Christ. But I don't want to do neither. Just for the record, I am not actually looking for someone perfect. I just want someone who doesn't think that unfaithfulness is part of man's nature. Then just add a little good looks, ample amount of intelligence, drive in life, a bit of sense of humor and a strong belief in his Creator and I'll be more than willing to "settle" for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;But since I haven't found anyone like that yet, I will stick to being my usual stubborn self and forget about what Ally McBeal said (and just wish that the sometimes she's referring to doesn't happen to me).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636532-110060754704216506?l=alferreras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/feeds/110060754704216506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636532&amp;postID=110060754704216506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/110060754704216506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/110060754704216506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/2004/11/self-analysis-triggered-by-tv-show.html' title='Self-Analysis Triggered by a TV Show'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484503637330756408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636532.post-109991453235999911</id><published>2004-11-08T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T21:05:01.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Know What Else to Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ang tagal na since the last time I posted something here and yet wala pa din ako maisip na ikwento o ihumutok. So, ang solution is this - survey!!! (courtesy of friendster, hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOP 3 favorite nicknames&lt;br /&gt;1. ann&lt;br /&gt;2. ana&lt;br /&gt;3. na (sa mga tamad ipronounce ung a)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOP 3 favorite songs on playlist as of the moment&lt;br /&gt;1. Masaya by Bamboo&lt;br /&gt;2. The Way you Look at Me&lt;br /&gt;3. This Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOP 3 Food&lt;br /&gt;1. ice cream&lt;br /&gt;2. chocolates&lt;br /&gt;3. junk food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOP 3 Drinks&lt;br /&gt;1. iced tea&lt;br /&gt;2. rootbear&lt;br /&gt;3. vodka ice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOP 3 Indoor activities&lt;br /&gt;1. reading&lt;br /&gt;2. sleeping&lt;br /&gt;3. watching TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOP 3 Outdoor activities&lt;br /&gt;1. tambay with friends&lt;br /&gt;2. shopping&lt;br /&gt;3. swimming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOP 3 Accessories&lt;br /&gt;1. necklace&lt;br /&gt;2. bracelet&lt;br /&gt;3. ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOP 3 Major expenses&lt;br /&gt;1. mobile bills&lt;br /&gt;2. food&lt;br /&gt;3. books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOP 3 Personalities (of your own)&lt;br /&gt;1. mataray&lt;br /&gt;2. moody&lt;br /&gt;3. ma-pride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOP 3 Personalities I Hate&lt;br /&gt;1. mayabang&lt;br /&gt;2. bastos&lt;br /&gt;3. sinungaling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOP 3 favorite hangout places&lt;br /&gt;1. friend's house&lt;br /&gt;2. bean perk&lt;br /&gt;3. inihaw circle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOP 3 favorite colours&lt;br /&gt;1. blue&lt;br /&gt;2. red&lt;br /&gt;3. green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOP 3 favorite local bands&lt;br /&gt;1. south border&lt;br /&gt;2. freestyle&lt;br /&gt;3. bamboo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOP 3 favorite foreign bands/group&lt;br /&gt;1. the corrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. matchbox 20&lt;br /&gt;3. the calling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOP 3 favorite tv shows&lt;br /&gt;1. charmed&lt;br /&gt;2. the practice&lt;br /&gt;3. friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOP 3 favorite movies&lt;br /&gt;1. the truth about cats and dogs&lt;br /&gt;2. mirror has two faces&lt;br /&gt;3. il mare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOP 3 favorite books&lt;br /&gt;1. Erich Segal's works esp. Man, Woman and Child&lt;br /&gt;2. Sidney Sheldons'&lt;br /&gt;3. Judith McNaught&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOP 3 celeb crushes (Foreign)&lt;br /&gt;1. Brendan Fraser&lt;br /&gt;2. Jerry Yan&lt;br /&gt;3. Tom Welling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOP 3 celeb crushes (Local)&lt;br /&gt;1. Christian Bautista&lt;br /&gt;2. Drew Arellano&lt;br /&gt;3. Jay-R&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOP 3 Impossible Wishes&lt;br /&gt;1. to be able to go back in time and change some decisions I made&lt;br /&gt;2. to be child-like and carefree again&lt;br /&gt;3. to have the job that i want&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636532-109991453235999911?l=alferreras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/feeds/109991453235999911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636532&amp;postID=109991453235999911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/109991453235999911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/109991453235999911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-dont-know-what-else-to-post.html' title='I Don&apos;t Know What Else to Post'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484503637330756408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636532.post-109861378225038312</id><published>2004-10-24T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T21:05:31.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories of My Old Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;My first job was not perfect. In fact, 55% percent of the time, I hated it. I will not go into the specifics para I won't be judged as "bitter".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now that I have a new job, I can honestly say that somehow I also had fun with my previous work. It was there were I was given opportunities that I didn't even consider possible. They taught me a lot and I am really thankful for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And siyempre pa, they gave me tons of memories. These pictures will remind me that I didn't waste my two-year stay in Copylandia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/1994/640/sales2.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/1994/400/sales2.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Original batchmates &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/1994/640/ofis.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/1994/400/ofis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sales Team &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/1994/640/ofis2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/1994/400/ofis2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Shang event &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/1994/640/sales.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/1994/400/sales.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Bonding moments &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636532-109861378225038312?l=alferreras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/feeds/109861378225038312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636532&amp;postID=109861378225038312' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/109861378225038312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/109861378225038312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/2004/10/memories-of-my-old-life.html' title='Memories of My Old Life'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484503637330756408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636532.post-109826816124076019</id><published>2004-10-20T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T21:05:55.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Explanation"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm not sure if i still know how to write. Hindi yung literal na pagsusulat ng ABC, but write as in compose. That's why I have my apprehensions in making my own blogsite. Baka kasi I might not be able to put anything here since I am now questioning my ability to write anything other than a memo. Kasi naman, for the past three years since I graduated, all I've been writing are memos. And no matter how I try, I can't be creative with them. Lagi na lang, "This is to inform you that", or " I would like to remind/ request" ang sinusulat ko!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;So now as I read the blog entries of my friends/classmates, I'm thinking wether I can produce the same quality of entries. Do I still know how to write (make an essay, a reaction paper or even just a simple journal entry)? O siguro the more appropriate question is, did I ever learn how to make them in the first place? hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Since I don't know the answer to that question yet, I'll just do a photo journal for the meantime (para safe!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636532-109826816124076019?l=alferreras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/feeds/109826816124076019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636532&amp;postID=109826816124076019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/109826816124076019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/109826816124076019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/2004/10/explanation.html' title='&quot;Explanation&quot;'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484503637330756408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636532.post-109741276513457918</id><published>2004-10-10T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T21:06:17.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing them...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;For almost 10 years now, these girls have witnessed all the major developments in my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/1994/640/us2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/1994/400/us2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/1994/640/us.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;College days &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/1994/640/us.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/1994/400/us.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bonding moments &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/1994/640/auxis.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/1994/400/auxis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first ever photo shoot in a studio! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Wish is in Mindanao and Kim is in Dubai. Tenten is busy with Med school. Six of us still live near each other but because of work, we hardly see each other anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the days when we meet each other every week - raving and ranting about the week that passed, eating whatever food our budget could afford, praying and crying together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss these moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss these girls, I miss my bestfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636532-109741276513457918?l=alferreras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/feeds/109741276513457918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636532&amp;postID=109741276513457918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/109741276513457918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/109741276513457918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/2004/10/missing-them.html' title='Missing them...'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484503637330756408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636532.post-109740975079959644</id><published>2004-10-10T19:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T21:06:37.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Real Me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;According to a test taken from the net, this is who I am...well, what do you think? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Wackiness: 38/100&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Rationality: 38/100&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Constructiveness: 34/100&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Leadership: 66/100 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are an SEDL--Sober Emotional Destructive Leader.&lt;/strong&gt; This makes you a dictator. You prefer to control situations, and lack of control makes you physically sick. You feel you have responsibility for everyone's welfare, and that you will be blamed when things go wrong. Things do go wrong, and you take it harder than you should.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;You rely on the validation and support of others, but you have a secret distrust for people and distaste for their habits and weaknesses that make you keep your distance from them. This makes you very difficult to be with romantically. Still, a level-headed peacemaker can keep you balanced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Despite your fierce temper and general hot-bloodedness, you have a soft spot for animals and a surprising passion for the arts. Sometimes you would almost rather live by your wits in the wilderness somewhere, if you could bring your books and your sketchbook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;You also have a strange, undeniable sexiness to you. You may go insane. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636532-109740975079959644?l=alferreras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/feeds/109740975079959644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636532&amp;postID=109740975079959644' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/109740975079959644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636532/posts/default/109740975079959644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alferreras.blogspot.com/2004/10/real-me.html' title='The Real Me?'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484503637330756408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
