tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32667430035039676952024-03-12T16:31:34.979-07:00perfectly imperfectvanessa :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249846674873602714noreply@blogger.comBlogger45125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3266743003503967695.post-73886566997339885652011-08-21T22:20:00.000-07:002011-08-21T22:21:38.290-07:00Teleporter <!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <o:documentproperties> <o:template>Normal.dotm</o:Template> <o:revision>0</o:Revision> <o:totaltime>0</o:TotalTime> <o:pages>1</o:Pages> <o:words>682</o:Words> <o:characters>3893</o:Characters> <o:company>Valued</o:Company> <o:lines>32</o:Lines> <o:paragraphs>7</o:Paragraphs> <o:characterswithspaces>4780</o:CharactersWithSpaces> <o:version>12.0</o:Version> </o:DocumentProperties> <o:officedocumentsettings> <o:allowpng/> </o:OfficeDocumentSettings> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:trackmoves>false</w:TrackMoves> <w:trackformatting/> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:drawinggridhorizontalspacing>18 pt</w:DrawingGridHorizontalSpacing> <w:drawinggridverticalspacing>18 pt</w:DrawingGridVerticalSpacing> <w:displayhorizontaldrawinggridevery>0</w:DisplayHorizontalDrawingGridEvery> <w:displayverticaldrawinggridevery>0</w:DisplayVerticalDrawingGridEvery> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> <w:dontautofitconstrainedtables/> <w:dontvertalignintxbx/> </w:Compatibility> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="276"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--> <!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0cm; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} </style> <![endif]--> <!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify">“Have you ever heard of what a Teleporter is”?</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:36.0pt">Those lines echoed inside my head. My eyes were half closed when a strange man approached me when I was hanging around the park. I knew he wasn’t from the neighborhood. Almost everyone knows everyone in this part of the state. I wasn’t really worried. Our neighborhood isn’t really the type that crooks and thugs hang around in. The trees swayed against the wind and my hair seemed like it had a life of its own as it danced in the breeze, despite its boyish length. You know, kind of like one of those scene kids ranting about something irrelevant on the internet. I ran my right hand across my face, rubbing my right eye as I did. I gave the man an odd look under the cover of my hair that reached till my eyes.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:36.0pt">He had a crooked, yellowish smile on his face. Like he was eager. It was kind of creepy. I could almost trace with a pencil the lines on his aged face, and the few hairs that dangled from his scalp didn’t help his appeal much. “Uh. Is that like the one from <i>Jumper</i>?” I asked, as I looked up. He looked as if he towered over me. Nothing about him stood out. He was just a plain, old coot. An old creepy coot. He nodded in excitement, quickly pulling out a weird device from his brown coat’s breast pocket. I thought it was a gun. But then again, what was the point on mugging a 16-yearold teenager? I mean I can’t even be considered a sight for sore eyes. Not with my acne problem, at least. Some people even joke about me being a thug myself. Imagine: a girl like me who looks like a crook.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:36.0pt">He presented the device to me. Like he wanted me to take a look at it. I shot him a quizzical glance; I was really starting to doubt this guy. As I tried to shove him away from me for me to get out of the park bench, he took that opportunity to slap it around my forearm. The device just wrapped itself around my arm, almost a bit too lose, even. “Dude, w-what the hell!” I stammered, as I tried to pry the thing loose from my arm, only to find that it was slowly gripping to my skin. It felt like that one time at the clinic when the nurse took my blood pressure, only worse.<span> </span>As I shifted my eyes from the weird thing on my arm to the old man, I watched him as he replied with a cynical laugh, and then quickly pranced away from me. </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify">It was disturbing -- a man in his prime prancing, that is.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:36.0pt">A sharp pain came as soon as the man disappeared as if like smoke before my very eyes. I grabbed my arm and curled in pain as what felt like a needle dug through my skin. I could almost feel something being injected in me as it urged on in my forearm. </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify">‘<i>Sequence Initiating’<o:p></o:p></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify">“What?”</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify">‘<i>Starting nanobot protocol 23”<o:p></o:p></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify">It sounded like it came from my head. </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify">There was a weird, metallic female voice inside my head. </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify">Talking to me. </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify">--Or at least announcing something, to be more precise.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify">I felt dizzy all of a sudden. It felt like my vision was swinging from left to right so fast that I felt like hurling right then and there. <i>‘60% Synchronization Ratio…’</i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:36.0pt">I dropped to my knees already. My mind was so frazzled that it couldn’t even process pain anymore; or I think it doesn’t really hurt anymore, unlike a minute ago.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><i>‘90% Synchronization Ratio…’</i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:36.0pt"><i>‘After a full synchronization ration, what in the world will happen then?’</i>I asked myself – and by a long shot, I hoped the metallic voice would answer the question that just drifted aimlessly in my mind. </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:36.0pt">My sight wasn’t just running wildly from left to right now. Apparently, since someone or <i>something</i> thinks I haven’t quite enjoyed myself enough, my brain started making me hazy by throwing my vision up and down as well. I felt like laundry in a washing machine on turbo, even if I just staggered there in the middle of the cemented pathway.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><i>‘100% Synchronization Ratio…’<o:p></o:p></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify">“Fuuuuuuuudge.” I stammered, hearing that whatever that’s about to come is coming; and I don’t think it’d be something I’d like.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><i>‘Synchronization Complete. Final Sequence initiating…’</i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify">Oh. </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify">Well apparently, there’s another sequence. </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify">Great. </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:36.0pt">My vision was starting to normalize again. My hands searched the surroundings for the park bench. As soon as my finger stubbed the steel frame, I knew I was still here in the park. I closed my eyes as I sat back on the bench. It felt sort of different. I don’t remember it being cold. It was summer.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:36.0pt">I rubbed my eyes with my palms. The weird device that the old man attached on me was still on my arm. I was surprised that it didn’t hurt. Like I was never wounded in the first place. I opened my eyes after what seemed like minutes, and people were staring at me. I then realized I wasn’t California anymore.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify">‘<i>Welcome, Subject 09 Stump, Elisa Marie. You are now part of the Teleportation Reconnaissance Squad.’<span> </span></i></p> <!--EndFragment-->vanessa :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249846674873602714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3266743003503967695.post-80739287691513902062011-08-17T11:05:00.000-07:002011-08-17T11:10:15.562-07:00Hello Robot :) <!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <o:documentproperties> <o:template>Normal.dotm</o:Template> <o:revision>0</o:Revision> <o:totaltime>0</o:TotalTime> <o:pages>1</o:Pages> <o:words>5</o:Words> <o:characters>33</o:Characters> <o:company>Valued</o:Company> <o:lines>1</o:Lines> <o:paragraphs>1</o:Paragraphs> <o:characterswithspaces>40</o:CharactersWithSpaces> <o:version>12.0</o:Version> </o:DocumentProperties> <o:officedocumentsettings> <o:allowpng/> </o:OfficeDocumentSettings> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:trackmoves>false</w:TrackMoves> <w:trackformatting/> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:drawinggridhorizontalspacing>18 pt</w:DrawingGridHorizontalSpacing> <w:drawinggridverticalspacing>18 pt</w:DrawingGridVerticalSpacing> <w:displayhorizontaldrawinggridevery>0</w:DisplayHorizontalDrawingGridEvery> <w:displayverticaldrawinggridevery>0</w:DisplayVerticalDrawingGridEvery> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> <w:dontautofitconstrainedtables/> <w:dontvertalignintxbx/> </w:Compatibility> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="276"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--> <!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0cm; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;} </style> <![endif]--> <!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); ">I want to have a Psychologist-ish smart friend </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" >Robot! :D</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px; line-height: 13px; ">If I ever had a robot that could do every whim I had, that would be cool. I’d want that robot to be smart, kind of like a talking version of Google, but with better searching capabilities. I’d want it to be like a friend also, giving good advice. Kind of like a psychologist, I suppose.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: medium; "><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-size:9.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:Tahoma;mso-bidi-font-family:Tahoma;color:#333333">I’d want it to appear like a human. Like no one will know that it’s a robot. A personality would also be good. Probably something that would compliment mine. I guess it should also have a built-in camera in its eyes so it can take pictures and or record videos. Probably something around the lines of Astroboy or I, Robot, only in teenage form and minus the violent tendencies and logically illogical thinking.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: medium; "><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-size:9.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:Tahoma;mso-bidi-font-family:Tahoma;color:#333333">It’s hard to say anything with regard to something that hasn’t been fully developed. It’s hard to limit something that is still abstract. Something like robots with the capacity of a human brain is still somewhat far-fetched, but it I think it would be proper that they don’t function to replace humans. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <!--EndFragment--><p></p> <!--EndFragment-->vanessa :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249846674873602714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3266743003503967695.post-91420934647597575692011-08-17T10:55:00.000-07:002011-08-17T11:01:02.765-07:00The 3 Aspects <!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <o:documentproperties> <o:template>Normal.dotm</o:Template> <o:revision>0</o:Revision> <o:totaltime>0</o:TotalTime> <o:pages>1</o:Pages> <o:words>232</o:Words> <o:characters>1328</o:Characters> <o:company>Valued</o:Company> <o:lines>11</o:Lines> <o:paragraphs>2</o:Paragraphs> <o:characterswithspaces>1630</o:CharactersWithSpaces> <o:version>12.0</o:Version> </o:DocumentProperties> <o:officedocumentsettings> <o:allowpng/> </o:OfficeDocumentSettings> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:trackmoves>false</w:TrackMoves> <w:trackformatting/> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:drawinggridhorizontalspacing>18 pt</w:DrawingGridHorizontalSpacing> <w:drawinggridverticalspacing>18 pt</w:DrawingGridVerticalSpacing> <w:displayhorizontaldrawinggridevery>0</w:DisplayHorizontalDrawingGridEvery> <w:displayverticaldrawinggridevery>0</w:DisplayVerticalDrawingGridEvery> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> <w:dontautofitconstrainedtables/> <w:dontvertalignintxbx/> </w:Compatibility> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="276"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--> <!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0cm; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;} </style> <![endif]--> <!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: Tahoma; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); ">Scenario: </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(92, 92, 92); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "> You survived a war or natural disaster that wipes out a signficant percentage of the earth's population. The destruction was immense. If you were to make a decision for your co-survivors and yourself, give the TOP THREE (3) things (aspects, etc.) that you would re-establish and develop first to make life sustainable again.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: Tahoma; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "><span class="Apple-style-span" >Cooking
<br />Art/Literature
<br />Contact to the outside world.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><b><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: Tahoma; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "><span class="Apple-style-span" >Reach out.<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: Tahoma; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "><span class="Apple-style-span" >Children these days, even teenagers from our generation, know little of what it’s like outside. How it is to feel the breeze, the disgusting feeling of sweat drying on your clothes, or having to suffer a bruise and your parents would comfort you and do anything in their parental expertise to calm you down by scaring you with a fictional story of how an headless priest will come out if you don’t stop crying and patch it up. Most of all, people these days feel like they know everything. Just because any and everything can be found in the internet doesn’t mean that you know everything. Experience teaches better than Youtube videos, Wikipedia articles, and How-To-Do guides on the internet.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><b><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: Tahoma; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "><span class="Apple-style-span" >Art/Literature.<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: Tahoma; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "><span class="Apple-style-span" >Art is one of the most prominent facets of expression. Art nowadays are just photos patched together and a smart line to deliver a gag. Scarce are the people who write poetry, stories, songs, and the like. Scarcer are those who are able to appreciate it and not say that it is an irrelevant piece.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="apple-style-span"><b><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: Tahoma; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); ">Cooking</span></b></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: Tahoma; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: Tahoma; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "><span class="Apple-style-span" >A home cooked meal might take more time compared to dialing Mickey D’s (McDonald’s) number and ordering a quarter pounder, large fries and a coke. People nowadays fail to appreciate how satisfying a home cooked meal can be as opposed to a juicy double down. This also applies health-wise, since fast food products are loaded with preservatives and a ton more things that aren’t even supposed to be with it, like how Mickey D’s fries have a certain percentage of beef flavoring in them. Yes, even the ones that don’t have flavor.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 9pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <!--EndFragment-->vanessa :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249846674873602714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3266743003503967695.post-75338323335142506772011-08-17T10:47:00.000-07:002011-08-17T10:52:43.742-07:00How would I end the world? <!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <o:documentproperties> <o:template>Normal.dotm</o:Template> <o:revision>0</o:Revision> <o:totaltime>0</o:TotalTime> <o:pages>1</o:Pages> <o:words>116</o:Words> <o:characters>666</o:Characters> <o:company>Valued</o:Company> <o:lines>5</o:Lines> <o:paragraphs>1</o:Paragraphs> <o:characterswithspaces>817</o:CharactersWithSpaces> <o:version>12.0</o:Version> </o:DocumentProperties> <o:officedocumentsettings> <o:allowpng/> </o:OfficeDocumentSettings> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:trackmoves>false</w:TrackMoves> <w:trackformatting/> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:drawinggridhorizontalspacing>18 pt</w:DrawingGridHorizontalSpacing> <w:drawinggridverticalspacing>18 pt</w:DrawingGridVerticalSpacing> <w:displayhorizontaldrawinggridevery>0</w:DisplayHorizontalDrawingGridEvery> <w:displayverticaldrawinggridevery>0</w:DisplayVerticalDrawingGridEvery> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> <w:dontautofitconstrainedtables/> <w:dontvertalignintxbx/> </w:Compatibility> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="276"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--> <!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0cm; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;} </style> <![endif]--> <!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: Tahoma; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 9pt;">1.</span><span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 9pt;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" >A. </span></span></span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-size:9.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:Tahoma;mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;color:#333333">I would like to end the world just like how the movie 2012 went, but in a more subtle sense. Like a relentless wave of earthquakes, but the people are warned beforehand. And then tornadoes with hail and volcanoes exploding and then tidal waves.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-size:9.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:Tahoma;mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;color:#333333"><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: Tahoma; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 9pt;">2.</span><span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 9pt;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" >B. </span></span></span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-size:9.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:Tahoma;mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;color:#333333">Global Warming is the most prevalent issue nowadays. Countries are striving to find renewable and recyclable sources of energy to replace the consumption of fossil fuels. Proponents such as Al Gore and documentaries such as 6 Degrees Can Change the World are eye-openers for those who are poorly educated with regard to the real status and dangers of global warming; a good reason to believe that 2012 could actually come true, not because the Mayans predicted the end of days on that year, but more of because the possibility that the polar ice caps can melt.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <!--EndFragment-->vanessa :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249846674873602714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3266743003503967695.post-53660390954104826262011-08-17T10:44:00.000-07:002011-08-17T10:47:00.892-07:00Cerebellar Abiotrophy <!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <o:documentproperties> <o:template>Normal.dotm</o:Template> <o:revision>0</o:Revision> <o:totaltime>0</o:TotalTime> <o:pages>1</o:Pages> <o:words>332</o:Words> <o:characters>1896</o:Characters> <o:company>Valued</o:Company> <o:lines>15</o:Lines> <o:paragraphs>3</o:Paragraphs> <o:characterswithspaces>2328</o:CharactersWithSpaces> <o:version>12.0</o:Version> </o:DocumentProperties> <o:officedocumentsettings> <o:allowpng/> </o:OfficeDocumentSettings> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:trackmoves>false</w:TrackMoves> <w:trackformatting/> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:drawinggridhorizontalspacing>18 pt</w:DrawingGridHorizontalSpacing> <w:drawinggridverticalspacing>18 pt</w:DrawingGridVerticalSpacing> <w:displayhorizontaldrawinggridevery>0</w:DisplayHorizontalDrawingGridEvery> <w:displayverticaldrawinggridevery>0</w:DisplayVerticalDrawingGridEvery> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> <w:dontautofitconstrainedtables/> <w:dontvertalignintxbx/> </w:Compatibility> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="276"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--> <!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0cm; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} </style> <![endif]--> <!--StartFragment--> <p style="margin-top:4.7pt;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:4.7pt;margin-left: 0cm;text-align:justify;line-height:13.1pt"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >A severe, incurable neurologic disorder thought to affect primarily Arabians--cerebellar abiotrophy (CA)--might be able to jump the "breed barrier" and affect other types of horses, according to a University of California, Davis, research team. The genetic disease--caused by a mutation on a certain segment of DNA--other breeds of horses (mostly those with Arabians in their lineage) could be at risk for carrying the CA mutation.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p style="margin-top:4.7pt;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:4.7pt;margin-left: 0cm;text-align:justify;line-height:13.1pt"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >Cerebellar abiotrophy is caused by the loss of a specific type of neuron in the cerebellum (the part of the brain that controls a horse's sensory perception, coordination, and motor control). As a result, affected foals suffer from head tremors and a lack of equilibrium, among other neurologic deficits. Due to the absence of an effective treatment approach the more severely affected foals are routinely euthanized early in life because of the risk they would pose to themselves and others as adults.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p style="margin-top:4.7pt;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:4.7pt;margin-left: 0cm;text-align:justify;line-height:13.1pt"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">Cecilia Penedo, PhD, of the UC Davis Veterinary Genetics Laboratory (VGL), along with Leah Brault, PhD, who worked on the continuing CA project at UC Davis during her doctoral studies, identified a<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span><span class="MsoHyperlink"><span style="color: rgb(179, 110, 56); background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">genetic mutation associated with CA</span></span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "> </span></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">in 2010. But they began to wonder if the Arabian's role in the development of many other breeds could mean that these breeds could have inherited the CA mutation.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><a href="http://www.cerebellar-abiotrophy.org/index.php?option=com_content&view=category&layout=blog&id=1&Itemid=28"><span class="Apple-style-span" >http://www.cerebellar-abiotrophy.org/index.php?option=com_content&view=category&layout=blog&id=1&Itemid=28</span></a></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Although only from speculation, it’s not hard to derive the possibility that the growing need for more and more resources by the insatiable species called humans are to blame. We’re creating more and more ways to create more and more things. Or it can be that we’re creating more and more ways to reproduce more and more things at an accelerated rate. It can be attributed to the pollution, the type of food these animals consume, or just about anything. As the ones who rule the majority of the troposphere, we should take full responsibility of what happens around us as well. That includes taking care of the animals that we’ve ousted from their habitat, too.</span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-size:9.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:Tahoma;mso-bidi-font-family:Tahoma;color:#333333"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <!--EndFragment-->vanessa :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249846674873602714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3266743003503967695.post-32685767415459353872011-08-17T09:32:00.000-07:002011-08-17T10:40:29.670-07:00Inceptor<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5tkln7oUmzNVtgMtmc6SX3SB-05CmIwGtRc5uei_aJtL1YNgokR1SlOsd4iR05A_isZOVX5e2NAjgQE16hOUQoMc2HpCXeM2mjZf1XQ1vfH8CDekk7Ou44VhheHpPULQ5FA_I2v_R57A/s1600/Untitled1.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5tkln7oUmzNVtgMtmc6SX3SB-05CmIwGtRc5uei_aJtL1YNgokR1SlOsd4iR05A_isZOVX5e2NAjgQE16hOUQoMc2HpCXeM2mjZf1XQ1vfH8CDekk7Ou44VhheHpPULQ5FA_I2v_R57A/s320/Untitled1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641879274805905314" /></a> <!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <o:documentproperties> <o:template>Normal.dotm</o:Template> <o:revision>0</o:Revision> <o:totaltime>0</o:TotalTime> <o:pages>1</o:Pages> <o:words>241</o:Words> <o:characters>1375</o:Characters> <o:company>Valued</o:Company> <o:lines>11</o:Lines> <o:paragraphs>2</o:Paragraphs> <o:characterswithspaces>1688</o:CharactersWithSpaces> <o:version>12.0</o:Version> </o:DocumentProperties> <o:officedocumentsettings> <o:allowpng/> </o:OfficeDocumentSettings> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:trackmoves>false</w:TrackMoves> <w:trackformatting/> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:drawinggridhorizontalspacing>18 pt</w:DrawingGridHorizontalSpacing> <w:drawinggridverticalspacing>18 pt</w:DrawingGridVerticalSpacing> <w:displayhorizontaldrawinggridevery>0</w:DisplayHorizontalDrawingGridEvery> <w:displayverticaldrawinggridevery>0</w:DisplayVerticalDrawingGridEvery> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> <w:dontautofitconstrainedtables/> <w:dontvertalignintxbx/> </w:Compatibility> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="276"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--> <!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0cm; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} </style> <![endif]--> <!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85); background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; ">This small helicopter is called</span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85); background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "> </span></span><a href="http://www.insitu.com/inceptor"><span style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85); background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">Inceptor</span></a><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85); background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "> </span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85); background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">and it is the latest product of Insitu, the innovative company behind ScanEagle that is now owned by Boeing. Inceptor weighs only 3.5lbs and fits into a police car trunk. It has an electric motor with swappable lithium polymer batteries. It can fly for around 24min, take-off and land autonomously, navigate and hover via waypoints and also controlled semi-autonomously through a touchscreen. The integrated flight control system is a</span></span><a href="http://www.adaptiveflight.com/products_fcs20.html"><span style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85); background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">FCS20 provided by Adaptive Flight Inc</span></a><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85); background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">.</span></span><span style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85); background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; ">
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<br /><span class="apple-style-span">One can learn to operate it in a few hours and it provides electro-optic or IR imaging immediately even during adverse weather conditions and wind gusts. Video imagery is transmitted to the handheld ground control station and distributed to decision makers for real-time viewing. It flies below 500ft and within line of sight (as dictated by the FAA-issued certificate of authorization).</span>
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<br /><span class="apple-style-span">Inceptor will enter a developing but still very niche market sector that is mostly dominated by quadcopters. Prototypes are already flying and initially it will be available only for US public agencies at a cost of around $50.000. Selected law-enforcement customers will test it soon.</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><a href="http://robots.net/article/3218.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" >http://robots.net/article/3218.html</span></a></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" >it can be useful to both sides of the law, since it wouldn’t be long ‘till it’s available to the public market. Hopefully the government and/or the company responsible for this device will have a certain degree of measures to prevent the misuse of the said technological innovation.</span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> vanessa :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249846674873602714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3266743003503967695.post-22980354243364327362011-08-17T08:12:00.000-07:002011-08-17T08:17:56.236-07:00Welcome to the Good Life ;) <!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <o:documentproperties> <o:template>Normal.dotm</o:Template> <o:revision>0</o:Revision> <o:totaltime>0</o:TotalTime> <o:pages>1</o:Pages> <o:words>353</o:Words> <o:characters>2016</o:Characters> <o:company>Valued</o:Company> <o:lines>16</o:Lines> <o:paragraphs>4</o:Paragraphs> <o:characterswithspaces>2475</o:CharactersWithSpaces> <o:version>12.0</o:Version> </o:DocumentProperties> <o:officedocumentsettings> <o:allowpng/> </o:OfficeDocumentSettings> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:trackmoves>false</w:TrackMoves> <w:trackformatting/> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:drawinggridhorizontalspacing>18 pt</w:DrawingGridHorizontalSpacing> <w:drawinggridverticalspacing>18 pt</w:DrawingGridVerticalSpacing> <w:displayhorizontaldrawinggridevery>0</w:DisplayHorizontalDrawingGridEvery> <w:displayverticaldrawinggridevery>0</w:DisplayVerticalDrawingGridEvery> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> <w:dontautofitconstrainedtables/> <w:dontvertalignintxbx/> </w:Compatibility> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="276"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--> <!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0cm; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} </style> <![endif]--> <!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:9.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: Tahoma;mso-bidi-font-family:Tahoma;color:#333333">A good life is when you’re having fun.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:9.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: Tahoma;mso-bidi-font-family:Tahoma;color:#333333">A good life is when you’re doing what you love instead of working.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:9.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: Tahoma;mso-bidi-font-family:Tahoma;color:#333333">A good life is when everything goes well.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:9.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: Tahoma;mso-bidi-font-family:Tahoma;color:#333333">A good life is despite the challenges that I face, I still manage to overcome them; and I become better in the process.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:9.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: Tahoma;mso-bidi-font-family:Tahoma;color:#333333">I could write so many things on what a good life is. But in the end, I personally think that life can only be good when one makes it good. I Like if Kim Jong Il thinks that a good life is running a country through the ground and towards the depths of hell, then that’s his cup of tea.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:9.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: Tahoma;mso-bidi-font-family:Tahoma;color:#333333">--but don’t get me wrong. I’m not one to say what a good life is, and what a good life isn’t. I’m only one of the millions, if not billions, of people who exist in this blue and green dot in the vastness of space. After all, anyone and everyone have their own version of what a good life is. Probably even children born into poverty have their own version of a good life. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:9.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: Tahoma;mso-bidi-font-family:Tahoma;color:#333333">Personally, I believe I’ve lived and still am living a good life. Even though my own flavor of a good life has its sour and spicy moments, I’ll always treasure the sweetest and the most flavorful moments. I’m not one to say what a good life really is, but right here, right now, in this very moment, even though I’m swamped neck-deep in school work, I believe I’m living a good life. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:9.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: Tahoma;mso-bidi-font-family:Tahoma;color:#333333">I <b>am</b> living a good life.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:9.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: Tahoma;mso-bidi-font-family:Tahoma;color:#333333"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:36.0pt"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-size:9.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:Tahoma;mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;color:#333333">Plato’s concept and hate-love relationship with art is somewhat similar to the movie Equilibrium’s plot, wherein they have created a <i>perfect</i> society by completely removing any and every means of emotional expression because their society has mandated that every emotion that is expressed by humans through the arts are the reason why the societies before theirs have fallen.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:36.0pt"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-size:9.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:Tahoma;mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;color:#333333">The movie ends with the rebellion of one of their censors, realizing that it is art of expression is the one that makes them human, albeit the fact that it can deny them a perfect society. I personally feel that art should remain as free as allowable. It is a facet of human intellect, and allows us to not only share what one thinks, but also what one feels. This is achieved effectively by art.</span></span></p> <!--EndFragment-->vanessa :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249846674873602714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3266743003503967695.post-51552017383823131402011-06-14T07:07:00.000-07:002011-06-14T07:24:51.752-07:00Gods and Goddesses of Egypt**<span style="font-weight:bold;">Amun</span><br /><br /><div>Appearance:<br /><br />Man with a ram-head<br />A ram<br />Man wearing an ostrich plumed hat<br /><br />Amun was one of the most powerful gods in ancient Egypt.<br />At the height of Egyptian civilisation he was called the 'King of the Gods'.<br /><br /><br />Amun<br />Amun was important throughout the history of ancient Egypt. However, when Amun was combined with the sun god Ra he was even more powerful. He was then called Amun-Ra.<br /><br />A large and important temple was built at Thebes to honour Amun.<br /><br /><b>**Atum </b><br />'The All' or 'Perfection'<br /><br /><div>Appearance:<br /><br />Man with the double crown<br /><br />Atum was a creator god.<br />The ancient Egyptians believed that Atum was the first god to exist on earth.<br /><br /><br />Atum<br />The ancient Egyptians believed that Atum rose from the waters of chaos (Nun) and created all the gods.<div><br /><b>**Bes</b><br /><br /></div><div>Appearance:<br /><br />Dwarf with lion and human features<br />Dwarf wearing the skin of a lion<br /><br />Bes was the protector of pregnant women, newborn babies and the family.<br /><br />Bes<br />The ancient Egyptians also believed that Bes protected against snake and scorpion bites.<br /><br />Amulets of Bes were popular at all levels of Egyptian society.<br /><br /><br /><b>**Bastet</b><br /><br /></div><div>Appearance:<br /><br />Woman with the head of a cat<br /><br />Bastet was a protective goddess.<br /><br />Bastet<br />Bastet was usually seen as a gentle protective goddess. However, she sometimes appeared with the head of a lioness to protect the king in battle.<br /><br />The cat was a symbol of Bastet. The ancient Egyptians made many statues of cats like this one to honour Bastet.<br /><br />Bastet was one of the daughters of the sun god, Ra. A great temple was built in her honour at Bubastis in the Delta.<br /><br /><b>**Geb </b><br /><br />Appearance:<br /><br />Man lying down below the arch of the sky goddess Nut<br />Man with a goose on his head<br /><br />Geb was the god of the earth.<br />Geb was the husband and brother of the sky goddess Nut. He was also the father of Osiris, Isis, Nepthys and Seth.<br /><br />When Seth and Horus fought for the throne of Egypt, Geb made Horus the ruler of the living.<br /><br />The ancient Egyptians believed that earthquakes were Geb's laughter.<br /><br /><b>**Hathor </b><br />'House of Horus'<br /><br /></div><div>Appearance:<br /><br />Woman with the ears of a cow<br />A cow<br />Woman with a headdress of horns and a sun disk<br /><br />Hathor was a protective goddess. She was also the goddess of love and joy.<br /><br />Hathor was the wife of Horus, and was sometimes thought of as the mother of the pharaoh.<br /><br /><br />Hathor sistrum<br />Hathor was connected with foreign places and materials. For instance, Hathor was the goddess of the desert and the turquoise mines in the Sinai.<br /><br />A large temple was built to honour Hathor at Dendera.<br /><br /><b>**Isis </b><br /><br />Appearance:<br /><br />Woman with headdress in the shape of a throne<br />A pair of cow horns with a sun disk<br /><br />Isis was a protective goddess. She used powerful magic spells to help people in need.<br />Isis was the wife of Osiris and the mother of Horus.<br /><br />Since each pharaoh was considered the 'living Horus', Isis was very important.<br /><br /><br /><br />Isis with Horus<br />Isis is often shown holding Horus on her lap. Isis is associated with thrones because her lap was the first 'throne' that Horus sat upon.<br /><br />This amulet is called the 'Isis knot' and is a symbol of protection.<br /><br />A temple was built to honour Isis at Philae. It is still standing today.<br /><br /><b>**Tawaret </b><br />'The Great One'<br /><br /></div><div>Appearance:<br /><br />Head of a hippopotamus with the arms and legs of a lion, the back and tail of a crocodile, and the breasts and stomach of a pregnant woman.<br /><br />Tawaret was a goddess who protected women during pregnancy and childbirth.<br /><br /><br />Many of the gods and goddesses in ancient Egypt had temples built to honour them. Other gods and goddesses like Tawaret and Bes were worshipped by people in their own homes.<br />This is an amulet of the goddess Tawaret. People often wore amulets like this, or kept them in their homes.<br /><br /><b>**Seshat </b><br /><br />Appearance:<br /><br />Woman wearing a panther skin dress and a star headdress<br /><br />Seshat was the goddess of writing and measurement.<br /> <br /></div></div></div>vanessa :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249846674873602714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3266743003503967695.post-38633818671985881242011-06-13T08:23:00.000-07:002011-06-13T08:26:22.991-07:00<a href="http://youtu.be/GJa89qxRWv8"></a>vanessa :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249846674873602714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3266743003503967695.post-45780690769469717712011-04-14T07:51:00.000-07:002011-04-15T05:58:33.521-07:00You Made Me Crazy for 2 days!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs6uI3nfYCjIykp6YgenxEZhwBhoLuMnP8jnaX2fFwhG8PNbOWLfPfQq3T3Sm5cLjEYi2TDWu3VzE5J5geF1ynZ69iMao1cgkBxTDXxgt9ZNsc_vATgSN1tfZFB2Ksai6AoAi0XcOf510/s1600/lavisaloca.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span">The movie started with the young Jess Huson who sells crabs in the market with his friend. His father, Mang Pepeng makes banners using paint ( i dont how it is called). Jess Huson's mother lives in New Jersey. On the journey of Jess he met a reporter of a tv show called "Planet Stranger". when Jess grew up he had a gf in the states named Annete who usually send him money so Jess can fix his papers to get a visa and fly to the states. After the long run Jess met a single parent named Mara who works in a carnival as a fake mermaid and has a child named Jason who at first was very shy about the work of his mother but at the end he was able to show everyone in his class about Jess and Mara together. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">the symbolic cultural of the story was i noticed that Jess always wears read top. and i also noticed that in the first part "10,000" was always used as a value of the money. and the moment when Jess and Mara met again at the hospital you can obviously see that they will be back together. and especially the filipino superstitions were very present in the movie. it was all very consistent that it can make the viewers understand the subject of what they are portraying. the movie also showed the "knight in shinning armor" role of Jess when we was being crucified and also in Mara's work, filipinos we well entertained. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">the social issue of the movie was about the crab mentality of the filipinos that if they work abroad they can survive poverty here in there own country. and also the hospitality of the filipinos when there is a tourist that is here in our country. The story reveals various aspects about Philippine culture: Holy Week, spiritists, how Pinoys look at tourists, crime and punishment, families broken and mended, AM radio, food, and choices, i think thats the central part of the movie. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">i actually liked the movie it was funny though it has a twist of drama moments. i wasnt able to connect my self to the beliefs of the catholics. but overall it was a great filipinos movie. :) </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs6uI3nfYCjIykp6YgenxEZhwBhoLuMnP8jnaX2fFwhG8PNbOWLfPfQq3T3Sm5cLjEYi2TDWu3VzE5J5geF1ynZ69iMao1cgkBxTDXxgt9ZNsc_vATgSN1tfZFB2Ksai6AoAi0XcOf510/s1600/lavisaloca.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs6uI3nfYCjIykp6YgenxEZhwBhoLuMnP8jnaX2fFwhG8PNbOWLfPfQq3T3Sm5cLjEYi2TDWu3VzE5J5geF1ynZ69iMao1cgkBxTDXxgt9ZNsc_vATgSN1tfZFB2Ksai6AoAi0XcOf510/s320/lavisaloca.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595492490318154802" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px; " /></a></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">ps. i really got irritated with the 5 singers :\</span></div>vanessa :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249846674873602714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3266743003503967695.post-8287834410014701092011-03-05T23:31:00.000-08:002011-03-05T23:46:40.876-08:00MagnificenceMagnificence for me means greatness, a respected person. <div><br /></div><div>after the discussion i felt very confused of where the father is. he wasnt even present when the mother and vicente were fighting. my only concern is what if vicente killed the mother and took away the daughter? can the father still help his family? i was trying to imagine what if vicente gained the trust of the children and finally molested the girl. so many questions but im pretty much amazed about the mother choosing vicente to be their tutor. of all the people why did she chose a BUS CONDUCTOR. :| but still the mother is wrong for that decision but atleast she showed her children that even if she's a woman she can still protect them. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>**actually i was expecting the mother and vicente to have a relationship. hahaha! :)</div>vanessa :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249846674873602714noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3266743003503967695.post-78389684920353096912011-03-05T22:17:00.000-08:002011-03-05T23:30:29.230-08:00The Corralabout having a fixed marriage i wont agree with it even if its practical or what. what if you really dont love that person your parents pushed you to marry? how can you stand it for the rest of your life? id rather have a single life than marrying a person that i dont even love. Pilar made herself feel that she is trapped but then again she can marry whoever she wants its her decision even her father disagrees about it. <div><br /></div><div>some woman nowadays, prefer a guy who is "<i>mayaman, may itsura o kahit wala ng itsura basta mayaman okay na" </i>because as we all can see life can be so challenging minsan may trabaho minsan wala. but i guess people should need to stop that mentality for me kaya maraming babaeng naloloko o maraming lalaki na naloloko kasi hindi nila gusto yung kinakasama nila. life doesnt revolve around having a rich partner but how the both of you respect and love each other.</div>vanessa :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249846674873602714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3266743003503967695.post-9282518401133770212011-02-22T19:55:00.000-08:002011-02-22T20:11:03.843-08:00Love in the Cornhuskafter <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">receiving</span> Amado's letter, Tinay immediately wrote back a letter and this is how it was written;<div>
<br /></div><div><i>My Dearest Amado,</i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Im happy to read your letter. and about your question, yes i still love you but i dont know if thats enough already. amado i am married already, although i want to be with you for the rest of my life, i cant. i want to be an honest wife to my husband. i am hoping that you can go back here and see your child. i want to let him meet his father. im sorry to hear about your mother, i understand why you went away. dont worry about me, im in very good condition although i wasnt expecting this life with my husband right now. i was aspiring for a better life with you and our child but i guess its already late for that to happen. thats all for now, i hope that you take care of yourself always. i am hoping to see you soon. </i></div><div><i>
<br /></i></div><div><i> </i></div><div><i>Love,</i></div><div><i>Tinay</i></div><div><i>
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<br /></i></div><div><i><meta charset="utf-8"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><i>PS. while i was reading your letter i had a flashback of all the memories that we shared.</i></span></i></div>vanessa :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249846674873602714noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3266743003503967695.post-11866176542175482942011-02-13T05:49:00.000-08:002011-02-13T06:27:41.080-08:00Who I Want To Be?<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtySJ5r-00r1DZeW4RSkfZsWzystrFIr03TGc7Gtk0ZOIteEviVGSrLPTzx0TwFhphC7TFyHueCHgQJojF30YMLbb_rPbYKjLdbAoCxw99chCfZTXqUIni9n-2vDx2pgWwAhECk_rO8Gw/s1600/Lauren_Conrad_LA_0748.jpg"></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHCNrhs1Zq1b5kfe-XpSxrEu9mIffXcFgZfgw8KgWeN336_6lEk2Qq2Bh7nV5Bt-NhYixShpNqq5WIw4FauCf1hzAUX5hFWo0Il43gdThVJRKlg1A7qkZXMmcLevrDJuERH2M0iI-Pq5U/s1600/lauren-conrad.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHCNrhs1Zq1b5kfe-XpSxrEu9mIffXcFgZfgw8KgWeN336_6lEk2Qq2Bh7nV5Bt-NhYixShpNqq5WIw4FauCf1hzAUX5hFWo0Il43gdThVJRKlg1A7qkZXMmcLevrDJuERH2M0iI-Pq5U/s320/lauren-conrad.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573179408715193410" /></a><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></div><blockquote><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Her</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; ">... </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; ">♥</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; ">L</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; ">auren Conrad. she was first seen in MTV's reality series Laguna Beach</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><blockquote></blockquote><div style="text-align: center;">then after graduation she had another reality show which is "The Hills". she studied in FIDM <span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;">Fashion Institute of Design and Merchandising. She had an internship</span></div></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;">at Teen Vogue and worked with her friend Whitney Port in People's Revolution. Lauren also wrote 3 books which i have read already, L.A Candy, Sweet Little Lies and Sugar and Spice.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; line-height: normal; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtySJ5r-00r1DZeW4RSkfZsWzystrFIr03TGc7Gtk0ZOIteEviVGSrLPTzx0TwFhphC7TFyHueCHgQJojF30YMLbb_rPbYKjLdbAoCxw99chCfZTXqUIni9n-2vDx2pgWwAhECk_rO8Gw/s320/Lauren_Conrad_LA_0748.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573180547690208370" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 320px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; line-height: normal; "><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;">what i like about her </span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;">is her attitude towards her friends, family</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "> and most especially her work. even</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;">though there were rumors about her having sex tape scandal all over the Internet she did not let that situation pull her down instead it made her accomplish so many things in life. Lauren </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;">is very simple woman when it com</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; ">es</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; ">to fashion. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;">She even launched </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 33px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; ">her very </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 33px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; ">own fashion line, “The Lauren </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 33px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; ">Conrad Collection”, at the Project Trade Show in Las Vegas in August 2007. she also gave me an idea of usin<span><span></span></span>g those Chanel handbags whether in school, going out with friends. Watching her reality show gave me so many ideas about fashion, making friends, taking care of your enemy, being a modest woman even though your parents is not with you, and most especially falling in love.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_oITJq30bZ4DXdbkaPB1hOIqPcV1x9ZbL3S6Ny0dTXczEMvj3u9Clyv86Nv_tMEMdXcL0PlcrGkcoMvM3P9855LD2AkJPr_eEfuegBlCvjo19pp68SA-OUxuC-22Vb_5ar9prv-dJhzk/s320/lauren-conrad-urban-jungle.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573179851800380034" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px; " /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHCNrhs1Zq1b5kfe-XpSxrEu9mIffXcFgZfgw8KgWeN336_6lEk2Qq2Bh7nV5Bt-NhYixShpNqq5WIw4FauCf1hzAUX5hFWo0Il43gdThVJRKlg1A7qkZXMmcLevrDJuERH2M0iI-Pq5U/s1600/lauren-conrad.jpg"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHCNrhs1Zq1b5kfe-XpSxrEu9mIffXcFgZfgw8KgWeN336_6lEk2Qq2Bh7nV5Bt-NhYixShpNqq5WIw4FauCf1hzAUX5hFWo0Il43gdThVJRKlg1A7qkZXMmcLevrDJuERH2M0iI-Pq5U/s1600/lauren-conrad.jpg"></a></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Official Site: <a href="http://www.laurenconrad.com/">www.laurenconrad.com</a></i></span></b></div></blockquote><blockquote></blockquote>vanessa :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249846674873602714noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3266743003503967695.post-54621207874621412942011-02-08T04:05:00.000-08:002011-02-08T04:47:20.308-08:00Divide By TwoBelle had a boyfriend when she was still on her teenage years, but unfortunately after 3 years they broke up. Belle met a guy where a place she usually goes. they fell in love with each other. so after being engaged for 5 months they both decided to get married. they bought a house on a small town where houses dont have dividings with each other. after some months their neighbor put a fence between the two houses. so the two confronted their neighbor and it was a surprise for the both of them because their neighbor was Belle's ex-boyfriend and its was her husband's brother. <div><br /></div><div>as the story ends, belle's husband and their neighbor had a talk, they opened up what happened to them in the past. they both fell in love with Belle, but his brother decided to let his brother have her. the reason why his brother put up a fence beacause he dont want to see ZBelle near him. all the memories comes back to him everytime he feels belle. Belle's reaction was so shocked that she almost made a scene. she was afraid that his husband might leave her because of what Belle did to his brother. she was very uncomfortable with them. that she almost ran away and could not take it anymore. </div>vanessa :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249846674873602714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3266743003503967695.post-63709024624157598172011-01-30T05:48:00.000-08:002011-01-30T09:04:39.998-08:00How My Brother Leon Brought Home A Wife<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; ">the story is about a man who comes home to his province to introduce his wife from the city to his family. now i will be creating a story about Maria bringing</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "> Leon home and meeting her parents. Leon might be a little bit shocked because as it was said in the story, Maria used to live on a city, where places are always crowded. meeting the parents of Maria will at first frustrate her parents but as their relationship grows, the parents of maria will soon accept the decision that their daughter made. while at the end of the story, both of them decided to get married and will live a simple life with their children. </span>vanessa :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249846674873602714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3266743003503967695.post-1577451735384341092009-12-11T07:33:00.000-08:002009-12-11T07:55:21.472-08:00well, hello again!<p><span style="font-family:verdana;">its been AGES! :D hahaha! okay im bored thats why i decided to blog again. oh well here it goes...</span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;">you know the feeling na alam mong may gusto sayo yung guy and gusto mo rin yung guy and all you have to do is be quiet when you see his pictures with some girls HUGGING him. :( and you have NO RIGHT to be jealous. :( its so hard... but what i can do, i think he's not really for me. oh well, enough of him. i hate him now. thats it.<br /></span></p>vanessa :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249846674873602714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3266743003503967695.post-57071716922371273442009-06-20T00:17:00.000-07:002009-06-21T00:28:55.572-07:00JUNE 20...<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">i love you but i dont know where to stand. i want to bring back all our memories, but i guess its too late. we shared memories that are incomparable. now, all i can do is watch you love someone. someone that can give you what you really want. someone that you can truly love. let me tell you these, loving you was incredibly fun and being with you makes me feel that im not alone. you were always there when i needed you. now, i dont know where to start forgetting about you. i dont even know if i will be able to. your text messages that i always read, our pictures that i always look at, your songs that i always listen to. now tell me how can i really forget someone like you? i guess the reason why this happened to us is because my love was not enough. though i know that i really love you deep inside. i fell inlove with you so hard and i dont know why.<br /><br /><br />there were nights that i suddenly remember you and all i can do is cry. mornings that are not complete without you greeting me, "good morning babe :)". i wanna stop, but i dont know how. if only someone could teach me how to forget a person you really love.<br /><br /><br />now, i guess this is the best time to pick up myself and stand up again. i know you're always there, and thats it. i dont wanna expect, im tired of being hurt. thank you for everything. thank you for sharing your life with me and thank you for making me feel that im special somehow.<br /><br /></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"><em><span style="font-family:georgia;">PS. today is June 20, same date you first said "i love you" last APRIL 20. :) i hope you still remember.</span></em></span>vanessa :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249846674873602714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3266743003503967695.post-89973561162414428242009-06-10T05:14:00.000-07:002009-06-10T05:48:30.613-07:00drive my soul. :*<div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">Seems somebody put out the moon</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">Now the road is a minefield</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">I can't follow the way he moves</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">I can't see past the shadows</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">You make the darkness disappear</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">I feel found when you stay near</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">I know where I am when you are here</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">My way becomes so clear</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"><br /><br />When you are gone</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">Will I lose control? </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">You are the only road I know</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">You show me where to go</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">Who will drive my soul?<br /><br /></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">Seems somebody burned out the signs</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">I can't expect the hard curves</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">There is no borders</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">There are no lines</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">How can I know where to turn? </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">You make the street lights reappear</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">I feel bright when you stand near</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">I know what I am when you are here</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">My place becomes so clear<br /><br /></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">When you are gone</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">Will I lose control? </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">You're the only road I know</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">You show me where to go</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">Who will drive me soul?<br /><br /></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">Will I lose control? </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">You're the only road that I know</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">You show me where to go</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">Who will drive my soul? </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">Drive my soul<br /><br /></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"></span></em></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">When you're gone</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">Will I lose control? </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">You're the only road I know</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">You show me where to go</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">When you're gone</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">Will I lose control? </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">You're the only road I know</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">You show me where to go</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">Who will drive my soul? </span></em></div>vanessa :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249846674873602714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3266743003503967695.post-40308585150861738762009-06-06T23:24:00.001-07:002009-06-06T23:29:51.348-07:00BLACKBERRY STORM. :)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5zlAe4BgLws_Pu9NSeWngd_msUig-JLQazLToqXDozsO7hnttqzPAeWdpVYKS5qpsjmYM2aehVAX3OLibOpk1pFN_uRPV6yOqZ-rs8Ue_c3kKqJh0o83sKhQxYr27xCGkIKALNHGUlxs/s1600-h/DSC07785.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5zlAe4BgLws_Pu9NSeWngd_msUig-JLQazLToqXDozsO7hnttqzPAeWdpVYKS5qpsjmYM2aehVAX3OLibOpk1pFN_uRPV6yOqZ-rs8Ue_c3kKqJh0o83sKhQxYr27xCGkIKALNHGUlxs/s320/DSC07785.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344468255750719378" /></a><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">ohhh yes. :) love. :* </span></span><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWIAWJsMUlg40wvY5TlFXU2pvu5QrxmVhhbbb3Nv2_v_dV9s2J-N84SgTqY5T_5aU7QZbQCafUYU76JB5O4K75PZTPCbL135ZLjGyiCbbC6bFQw9l3iDxObsr1e7AhpdfEWMq0bWJFe24/s320/DSC07782.JPG" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRn3OST5jqce2at4iqavWlv7YMF2TArgEmSahr7bJSoKInr9hX-v34wsIyDyZ4GH8Vyi-GS8KWALvxWtqCMAF6VVqgPUi_q7Lyx5WQ-xP3zEuNdfIZk3wERms5vVmt83L80smb6nPyStw/s320/DSC07783.JPG" /><br /></div></div>vanessa :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249846674873602714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3266743003503967695.post-36727769389831533922009-06-06T23:13:00.000-07:002009-06-06T23:23:38.461-07:00TUESDAY break. :)this was last last week, tuesday. it was our four hours break, so me, Kit, and ceej decided to go to Kit's place and have a drink. hmmm. i got tipsy. hahahaha. :)) here's what we drank. :D<div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA033u7hWr8UzPDWzKbhelY9blDksYtRpyy8g-2JCgtkRpoSIpZi1j8JwD1OOaJlnohmrl1DHkMmkFq2jh-5_FNfIrRl8Jdx2zwS5CRsYn_fTeIVGshxRcZs-KoOvf8x8yT7mK27tcYjw/s320/DSC07793.JPG" /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbGB921q1vGHp8GjzOzEN6fb8Rtsol3sIhT_OHS9XkpogCA2uRBpIZUdAkcWE8n7ANdd4nGBRUUGZ3658hC641cVGVMTNJTyyU_nybev0P0UDMUT8HalQ8tvwWZpcSWUQRfVTmpM_Aylw/s320/DSC07797.JPG" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9_RVjn4Pp3ty_JKW9qMiJmMhgNbIHLN2U32HQjOZHCOvw-GaTd89QPgzTPh010cjz7U-9U-EWWtGWcpqoQvQju9Gtx6tJ-bFULtqDVn0dGoNPsKwPbNoYtVp7xTWNBpOIf1rHAiU7mj0/s320/DSC07798.JPG" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOVyoXECuIokhjxSTb3Yaa2jRnzkyYM4XjJ8P4Xs-fqcgawyqz04doDAiZHYi-w2pOl9LRGS0u741vjQzFgVMbrGHmgy8A48HbUr5PKd_bKUqGd4WhYw7hA6jLqbXIYQHz2DADPjSqZ98/s320/DSC07799.JPG" /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Kit cooked his specialty, "Tuna Rice". :)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-vbdR_FxPQaemTwU-2_XT54o4nhe8Zw4ImorfbH1bfP_UWhWQ1AUHAwy1RdF_l_dGekuwFLN4qwB56knLomuoJiirQubgqmFokL76LYGcOCkjCIvV_lAMNgnL6ag19t0G7jEDv9FOnao/s320/DSC07796.JPG" /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>PLUS! we also drank, The Bar with orange Tea. :))</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqXw4mAL40bnSG9zF0P1xNmnBnDIgd1doeHTipmsYpVuKmNo_a1LU33D52MzOm-VQAjXRk7Pi8ggSgmfxEDA-6mx7_8pDjJMuWoHBt3b2EyMP3muzEXiG6G35YI7-ceZKWxiVb-m9ECH8/s320/DSC07792.JPG" /></div>vanessa :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249846674873602714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3266743003503967695.post-25719101827146294162009-06-06T22:44:00.000-07:002009-06-06T22:45:20.104-07:00because I MISS YOU. :(<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; ">"Almost"</span><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><i><div style="text-align: center;">[Verse 1]<br /></div></i><div style="text-align: center;">Can you tell me<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">How can one miss what she's never had<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">How could I reminisce when there is no past<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">How could I have memories of being happy with you boy<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Could someone tell me how can this be<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">How could my mind pull up incidents<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Recall dates and times that never happened<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">How could we celebrate a love that's to late<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">And how could I really mean the words I'm bout to say<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><i><div style="text-align: center;">[Chorus]<br /></div></i><div style="text-align: center;">I missed the times that we almost shared<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I miss the love that was almost there<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I miss the times that we use to kiss<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">At least in my dreams<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Just let me take my time and reminisce<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I miss the times that we never had<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">What happened to us we were almost there<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Whoever said it's impossible to miss when you never had<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Never almost had you<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><i><div style="text-align: center;">[Verse 2]<br /></div></i><div style="text-align: center;">I cannot believe I let you go<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Or what I should say I should've grabbed you up and never let you go<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I should've went out with you<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I should've made you my boo boy<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Yes that's one time I should've broke the rules<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I should've went on a date<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Should've found a way to escape<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Should've turned a almost into<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">If it happened now its to late<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">How could I celebrate a love that wasn't real<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">And if it didn't happen why does my heart feel<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><i><div style="text-align: center;">[Chorus]<br /></div></i><div style="text-align: center;">I missed the times that we almost shared<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I miss the love that was almost there<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I miss the times that we use to kiss<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">At least in my dreams<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Just let me take my time and reminisce<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I miss the times that we never had<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">What happened to us we were almost there<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Whoever said it's impossible to miss when you never had<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Never almost had you<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><i><div style="text-align: center;">[Verse 3]<br /></div></i><div style="text-align: center;">(sometimes I wanna rub ya, some nights I wanna hug ya)<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">And you seem to be the perfect one for me<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">You (some nights I wanna touch ya but tonight I wanna love ya)<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">You're all that I ever wanted<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">And you're my everything yes its true<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Boy its hard to be close to you<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">My love<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I know it may sound crazy<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">But I'm in love with you<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><i><div style="text-align: center;">[Chorus]<br /></div></i><div style="text-align: center;">I missed the times that we almost shared<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I miss the love that was almost there<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I miss the times that we use to kiss<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">At least in my dreams<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Just let me take my time and reminisce<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I miss the times that we never had<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">What happened to us we were almost there<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Whoever said it's impossible to miss when you never had<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Never almost had you<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I missed the times that we almost shared<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I miss the love that was almost there (sometimes I wanna rub ya)<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I miss the times that we use to kiss<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">At least in my dreams<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Just let me take my time and reminisce (but tonight I wanna love ya)<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I miss the times that we never had<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">What happened to us we were almost there<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Whoever said its impossible to miss when you never had<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Never, never almost had you (but tonight I wanna love ya)<br /></div></span>vanessa :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249846674873602714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3266743003503967695.post-37585382848827253312009-06-02T19:49:00.000-07:002009-06-02T21:10:20.372-07:00HAPPY BIRTHDAY TOTEE!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8giDDL2H5ZR_n6toOP825hpO6vouE-cbS8jwmSUQ6plKqwW0UBhLXt3kxmPnu07wDxwAtsQ8-_y-fr_i5EuJBxWbwl1lwbCpLKREbSTpc2FMx_ll3KRaY4wk0I7Vz1X_uyDQ55GD6pxg/s1600-h/DSC05728.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8giDDL2H5ZR_n6toOP825hpO6vouE-cbS8jwmSUQ6plKqwW0UBhLXt3kxmPnu07wDxwAtsQ8-_y-fr_i5EuJBxWbwl1lwbCpLKREbSTpc2FMx_ll3KRaY4wk0I7Vz1X_uyDQ55GD6pxg/s320/DSC05728.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342946214858242146" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ngayon ay birthday ni TOTEE, itong babaeng to, hindi ko malaman kung bakit hanggang ngayon wala pang boyfriend. nagkaroon na ang lahat siya wala parin. well, nagkaroon naman siya, si M na chimoy, bwisit na bwisit talaga ako dun sa lalaking yun. pano kasi ang chimoy, tapos ang itsura, nakakasar. ang haba na malapad ang mukha niya, parang pader lang. :)) enough of him. sunod ay si A, okay naman si A, kaya lang, sobrang inosente. ewan ko ba. sinakop na ata nun lahat ng pagkainosente sa mundo. :)) hahaha. ang susunod ay si F. si F, okay yun. nagkakasundo kami ng lalaking yun. :)) okay na sana, may oto, mayaman, aba naman, kapag nagsama sila ni TOTEE, para silang magtatay. :)) alam mo naman si TOTEE, wala na ngang lalaki, choosy pa ang bruha. ayan kaya ngayon, walang lovelife si gaga. :)) marami ng lalaki ang na-link dito. :)) nandyan si MR. MVP, MR. HUSBAND MATERIAL, at si MR KABABATA. sa tatlong yun, wala siyang naging boyfriend diyan, hahaha. ang hina mo TOTEE! :)) pero wag ka, ang daming lalaki ang nagagandahan sa katawan niya, ewan ko kung ASAN BANDA YUNG MAGANDA SA KATAWAN NIYA. :)) hahahaha.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYZcjV1Bdbr4s4dNUKFNC5E7vp-cH4K_u-_qHslT-qR-mmfJNfaFDLznwsyc_dLZZaIWj56fK5XdfgvRBYtbbrWWul4tces7mdoPdfmz7uM6vd1_0r-DqC4vMyJ-VbVldMlnxKHnbHCiY/s320/1_562092588l.jpg" /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">tama na sa lovelife. sa buhay babae naman ni TOTEE tayo magpunta. :)<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">simple lang ang buhay nitong babaeng to. kung may pera, lalabas kami. kung wala, LALABAS parin. :)) at libre ko. anak ng! :)) hahaha. walang ka-arte arte sa buhay to. hindi tulad ko, kailangan kapag aalis kami, kailanagan naka-make-up pa ko, siya, hindi, PULBOS lang, SOLVE na. :)) kahit sa pagkain, kahit ano kinakain niyan, kaya tignan mo tiyan niyan ang LAKI. :)) minsan kapag wala kaming magawa, pupunta dito sa bahay yan, kakain kami, sabay nood ng movie. minsan naman pupunta lang siya dito para manghiram ng nail polish. :)) minsan naman, wala lang, may ichchika lang siya sakin. kung magtataka kayo kung bakit kailangan pang pumunta sa bahay ko at hindi nalang niya itext, pasensya kayo, WALA SIYANG LOAD LAGI. :)) lagi kaming nagkakasundo nito, lalo na sa panlalait. :)) hahaha. halos sa lahat nagkakasundo kami. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhsjuvu7WerGqLAROMox54cNCEW59o43Ut38Ppa2BFQdX8-pQnFljPEyoEmPmWtqt1qYA3m2sz-LVMKaIJCffEPUmfI0c2hRlRYYa-vNF-FP9iGhumPGGex949spt6SIafhGEVM44UFEs/s320/DSC05788.JPG" /><br /></span></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ngayon, ikkwento ko ang pagkakaibigan namin.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">well, parehas kami ng school dati, grade 3 ako, grade 6 ata siya nun. hindi kami magkaibigan dati, jusko, LAGI KAMI NAGAAWAY DATI. nagmumurahan pa kami niyan. tawag niya sakin dati "LABANOS". at ako naman, "NEGRA". :)) ahaha. naging close kami magsimula nung lumipat sila sa tapat ng bahay namin. dun na nagstart ang magulo at masaya na pagkakaibigan namin. :)) lagi na kaming nagbbonding. :)) hanggang nagyon, sobrang close na kami. :) saya diba. minsan nagaaway kami niyan, pero isang araw palang ang nakakalipas, bati na kami. hahaha. kapag pinagsama mo kaming dalawa, wala na, murahan diyan, batukan dun, kwento dun, kwento dito. lait dun. lait dito. hahahaha. ganun lang kami. minsan may iyakan na nagaganap. minsan may asaran. lalo na kapag magkasama kami tapos may pasok, asahan mo, hindi na kami papasok. :)) </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br />so, TOTEE, ngayong at matanda ka na, sana naman magkaboyfriend ka na. :)) SANA LANG. at kelan ang celebration, ano yan, naka-nganga lang kami. hindi pwede yan. DABAR NA! =)) o kaya pa-ice cream ka naman. :)) hahahaha</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br />TOTEE, basta lagi mong tatandaan na nandito lang ako lagi para sayo. alam mo naman na yan. nasabi ko na lahat sayo yan. :) </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkfPTKtQbGHQVjyqyUG7UHTB_cemR1bkbhok88yn4TtxQFN5-6RocOKhrG4kCBksMgJ3vRb8W7ioNR_78n5C_s_Ba49kEaBrliANzvLpXF-GqMJtQkLlsVLPjdGlmVrGjtuDNhAO1wH5A/s320/DSC05827.JPG" /><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">HAPPY BIRTHDAY! love you!</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"> </span></span></div><div><br /></div>vanessa :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249846674873602714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3266743003503967695.post-23732817951251186492009-05-18T04:52:00.000-07:002009-05-18T05:03:09.314-07:00tapos na. :)<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">2 days straight without his text, KAYANG KAYA. :) i guess start na to ng pagmove on ko. :) tama na ang KILIGAN moments, ang sweet moments, tama na lahat. wala na. :) atleast hindi ako nagexpect. alam ko din naman na matatapos agad yung "relationship" na yun. :) relationship ba tawag dun? i guess NOT! :) pampalipas oras lang ata yun. :) or LOKOHAN lang? hindi ko din alam kung pano natapos yun, basta tapos na siya. well, all i can say is SALAMAT. :) pinakilig mo naman ako kahit papano, kaya good job! LOL! :)) GOOD LUCK! :)</span>vanessa :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249846674873602714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3266743003503967695.post-76588547756490602162009-05-15T03:12:00.000-07:002009-05-18T04:52:05.204-07:00tamang blog :))<span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;">just got home from festi. nagkita kami ng friends ko. mga 1 hour lang kami nagstay dun, ay, ako lang pala, medyo late kasi ako dumating. e pano yung parking sa festi hindi puno. :)) so ayun, may nakausap ako, SIYA. :) im happy to see him again. pero saglit lang kami nagusap. baka may makakita. mahirap na. LOL! :)) </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"></span><br><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;">nagbblog ako ngayon kasi wala akong magawa. nakatambay ako dito sa bahay ng friend ko. kami lang dalawa, pano hindi pa dumadating yung iba. usuall kasi dito, hindi nauubusan ng tao. :)) laging may tao dito. laging PARTY. :)) so ngayon, parang may namatay, dalawa lang kami, and guess what kung anong ginagawa niya! nanunuod ng tv, ang palabas? ONE MORE CHANCE. yuck lang. :)) hahahahah. :P edi siya na ang madrama. kulang nalang umiyak siya dito. :)) pero okay lang. chill lang kami dito. food trip ng chips. at yung chips, umaapaw. ang dami lang. :))</span><br><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;">ang tagal lang ng iba! nakakabored. pagdating nila, maglilinis naman sila ng caroo ko. :)) kasi tong mga friend ko, marunong magalaga sa sasakyan at sobrang linis sa sasakyan. kaya ayan, pati sasakyan ko, gusto na nilang linisin. edi sige, GO! :))</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"></span><br><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;">mamaya pala, manunuod kami ng sine ni TOTEE. :) e 9 pa yung start. akala ko naman wala muna kaming gagawin, aba, e biglang nagtext yung babe niya, sabi maglalaro daw sila mamaya kalaban babe ko, (LOL). at gusto niyang manuod, kung ako lang, AYOKO. :)) e gusto niya daw makita maglaro babe niya, edi bahala siya, tsk! </span><br><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;">ayun lang ang kwento ko for today. :)) pansin mo 2 blog ko na ang nakatype sa tagalog? e pano kasi, nahawa ako sa blog ni TOTEE, tagalog na tagalog din. :)) hahahaha. yaan mo na. pilipino din naman ako no. hindi lang halata. :P </span>vanessa :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/03249846674873602714noreply@blogger.com0