<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9918184</id><updated>2011-09-08T15:39:11.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>insane tesya</title><subtitle type='html'>buhay buhay ni thess. adventures sa araw araw...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>tesya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411056213137901814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/anaswedding.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>79</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9918184.post-113049473049728042</id><published>2005-10-28T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T18:18:50.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take the risk...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Have you ever tried of taking the risk of loving someone? why not try, ate thess"- this was Nhila's response when I texted her regarding my fears of loving this man. He did lay his cards about his past and everything he called "skeleton of his life". I know eveything and even some truth I'm not expected to know about him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Its been a month. I could say i did take the risk of loving this person without thinking of my worries and complications that lies ahead. Whats important right now is my happiness, his happiness and our happiness as one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I've been praying for a right man. I just hope that he's the one I've been looking for. A man who loves me for being me.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9918184-113049473049728042?l=insanetesya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/feeds/113049473049728042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9918184&amp;postID=113049473049728042' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/113049473049728042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/113049473049728042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/2005/10/take-risk.html' title='Take the risk...'/><author><name>tesya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411056213137901814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/anaswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9918184.post-113025384556560034</id><published>2005-10-25T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T23:24:05.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because of You</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Because of You &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will not make the same mistakes that you did&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will not let myself cause my heart so much misery &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will not break the way you did&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You fell so hard I've learned the hard way, to never let it get that far&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because of you I never stray too far from the sidewalk &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because of you I learned to play on the safe side&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I don't get hurt &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because of you I find it hard to trust&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not only me, but everyone around me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because of you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am afraid &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I lose my way &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it's not too long before you point it out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; I cannot cry &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because I know that's weakness in your eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm forced to fake a smile, a laugh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every day of my life &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My heart can't possibly break &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When it wasn't even whole to start with&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because of you I never stray too far from the sidewalk &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because of you I learned to play on the safe side &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I don't get hurt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because of you I find it hard to trust &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not only me, but everyone around me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because of you I am afraid&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I watched you die I heard you cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every night in your sleep I was so young &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You should have known better than to lean on me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You never thought of anyone else &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You just saw your pain &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And now I cry In the middle of the night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For the same damn thing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because of you I never stray too far from the sidewalk &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because of you I learned to play on the safe side &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I don't get hurt &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because of you I tried my hardest just to forget everything &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because of you I don't know how to let anyone else in &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because of you I'm ashamed of my life because it's empty &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because of you I am afraid &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He called me this afternoon and asked me to listen to this song.I've heard this several times already but its just now that I appreciate the meaning of  &lt;strong&gt;BECAUSE OF YOU&lt;/strong&gt;. I wanna cry... I was so touched by his sweetness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9918184-113025384556560034?l=insanetesya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/feeds/113025384556560034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9918184&amp;postID=113025384556560034' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/113025384556560034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/113025384556560034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/2005/10/because-of-you.html' title='Because of You'/><author><name>tesya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411056213137901814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/anaswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9918184.post-112981175185497238</id><published>2005-10-20T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T20:35:51.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>smooth sailing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Eventhough we've known each other for so long, there are really more things to discover  All this time, I know he's the typical guy next door, not so bully and shy... Oh well, i discovered a lot more about this guy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;We bonded last night.. Its nice to know we really had so many things to talk about. we have same circle of friends since childhood.So many revealations:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;1. He was so shy to court me because he knew I dont like him (nyek, crush ko siya highschool hehe. pero di pa rin nya alam)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;2. When he knew that someone was courting me, Alfred in particular, he just forget about his plans and find a new crush. (funny!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;3. He was happy whenever he sees me during 5th grade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;4. He was wondering why (the hell) he didnt noticed me when we were in highschool (e pano naman, dami nyang crush nun)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;5. He realized he liked me after days of communication. Had second thoughts of courting me because he knows that our friendship would suffer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;6. He admitted that he had so many girlfriends in the past, but Im certainly the best (bola na nman)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Marami pa.. pero tama na yan.. shado na hahaba ang hair ko.. heehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I just hope that everything would turn out good with the both of us. I'll be praying that nothing will change....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9918184-112981175185497238?l=insanetesya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/feeds/112981175185497238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9918184&amp;postID=112981175185497238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/112981175185497238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/112981175185497238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/2005/10/smooth-sailing.html' title='smooth sailing'/><author><name>tesya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411056213137901814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/anaswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9918184.post-112902738361913905</id><published>2005-10-11T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T11:20:39.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt; reached this age--- never been attached with someone, hated dating and "retos", blind dates. For whatever reason, I really dont know. Now, I feel so good to finally met someone whom i could say my special someone. He's a friend from way back. I never thought that our friendship would lead into something like this---so special. I never expected that he would be the one who'll make me smile each day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;I'm in cloud 9 for the past weeks. He's someone I could be myself.. No reservations (probably because we knew each other for a long time already) He's the one who makes me feel special everyday. He's the sweetest guy I've ever met. I just hope that this relationship will last....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;I dont know if we could call this destiny. We met again after 11 years... We were always talking about the weird fact that we've been friends since gradeschool and here we are now, happy in each other's arms. We just laughed with the truth why just now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Tayo rin pala eh sa tinagal ng panahon.Hay sus, siguro kung nagmeet tayo noon uli, hindi rin mag-work out kung naging tayo". &lt;/em&gt;Oh well, i guess its true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Its too early to predict if this would be a happy ending. We're just enjoying each other's company. Enjoying each day at a time. We still have to fix so many things (i hope very soon!) and then, we could finally say that we our worry free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9918184-112902738361913905?l=insanetesya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/feeds/112902738361913905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9918184&amp;postID=112902738361913905' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/112902738361913905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/112902738361913905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/2005/10/finally.html' title='Finally......'/><author><name>tesya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411056213137901814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/anaswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9918184.post-112807531494552907</id><published>2005-09-30T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T18:15:14.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need You</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I NEED YOU by Leann Rimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I don't need a lot of things,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I can get by with nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Of all the blessings life can bring,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I've always needed something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But I've got all I want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When it comes to loving you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You're my only reason,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You're my only truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I need you like water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Like breath, like rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I need you like mercy from Heaven's gate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;There's a freedom in your arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;That carries me throughI need you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You're the hope that moves me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To courage again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You're the love that rescues me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When the cold winds rage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And it's so amazing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'Cause that's just how you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And I can't turn back now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'Cause you've brought me too far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9918184-112807531494552907?l=insanetesya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/feeds/112807531494552907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9918184&amp;postID=112807531494552907' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/112807531494552907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/112807531494552907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-need-you.html' title='I Need You'/><author><name>tesya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411056213137901814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/anaswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9918184.post-112719891522920483</id><published>2005-09-20T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T14:53:49.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>distraction</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;More than 15 years have passed. here we are again reminiscing the good old days. nice to know that we're still the same person (still good buddies) who bonded from way back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hard to assume. Hard to understand. Hard to predict whats gonna happen next. All im sure of, I'm glad to finally have this distraction.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just enjoy the feeling while it last. Do i need to say more? :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9918184-112719891522920483?l=insanetesya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/feeds/112719891522920483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9918184&amp;postID=112719891522920483' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/112719891522920483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/112719891522920483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/2005/09/distraction.html' title='distraction'/><author><name>tesya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411056213137901814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/anaswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9918184.post-112678134449973166</id><published>2005-09-15T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T14:31:56.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sabi ng "hula"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;We (te net, nikki valdez and Tita Norma) went to our fave manghuhula - Ate marissa last tuesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Here are just some of the "hula". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;* Lucky nos. 2 and 4 or 24/ 42 (maitaya nga ito hehehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;* Financially stable (good!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;* chance to travel outside the country (shocks sna nga!). If i have a plan of working abroad, I need to pursue it as soon as possible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;* work still unstable. Might have problems in the future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;* a Surprise by October&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;* 2008 I'll be getting married (sana nga!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;* Lovelife? Mailap pa rin daw this year. There are 2 guys who like me daw (sus!). Isang guy na nahiya pa raw (asus uli!-asan sila? lol). But very sure daw, may darating daw na 2 guys sa akin. Problem nga lang i have to choose between a man who is separated with his wife (becauce of me) and single man (whom I know na daw, seaman? na biglang magbabalik) un nga lang binatang ama na..(kaloka naman, wala pa man ang hirap nang mamili ah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;*Dalawang beses ako mahihiwalay (ending alone pa rin ako. huhuhuhu)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Let's just wait and see if this will happen... Pero ako pa rin naman ang gagawa ng destiny ko eh.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9918184-112678134449973166?l=insanetesya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/feeds/112678134449973166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9918184&amp;postID=112678134449973166' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/112678134449973166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/112678134449973166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/2005/09/sabi-ng-hula.html' title='sabi ng &quot;hula&quot;'/><author><name>tesya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411056213137901814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/anaswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9918184.post-112601614654420049</id><published>2005-09-06T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T22:15:46.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confused</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I dont know where to start.. all im sure of is that im so confused nowadays.. Been thinking why the hell is this happening? I've been emotionally tortured lately. I dont think i could handle more of this. I dont want to be  miserable..I need some distractions.anyone help me please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9918184-112601614654420049?l=insanetesya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/feeds/112601614654420049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9918184&amp;postID=112601614654420049' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/112601614654420049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/112601614654420049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/2005/09/confused.html' title='Confused'/><author><name>tesya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411056213137901814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/anaswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9918184.post-112565570714218719</id><published>2005-09-02T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T18:13:00.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;This week was definitely hard for me and the rest of my friends in Talent Center. We were all surprised with the retrenchment decision. We learned that two of my co-promo staff were no longer be reporting for work on Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;The Sad truth is killing me...After loving your work for years, you'll end up realizing its not worth it. All the years you've spent are not given much importance. So why stuck up in the company who doesnt love you back? :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;The Sad truth that....in the next days, ill be all alone in this square room. I'll just be the one dealing with my boss. More pressure on my shoulder. I have no one beside me during "ngarag" days. Above all, i loose my buddy and close friend whom I share almost anything--everyday... :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Patty, you know how sad i am right now. Words of encouragement are not enough to ease the pain. But just be glad that more opportunities await you. This shall pass.. we need to move on.... I'll see you around...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9918184-112565570714218719?l=insanetesya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/feeds/112565570714218719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9918184&amp;postID=112565570714218719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/112565570714218719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/112565570714218719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/2005/09/sad-truth.html' title='Sad truth'/><author><name>tesya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411056213137901814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/anaswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9918184.post-112455304299123154</id><published>2005-08-20T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T23:50:43.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What do i miss most?</title><content type='html'>Just had some reminiscing with my tpg friends when we were in Antipolo last monday... then thought of doing this entry after reading nhila's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO I MISS MOST ABOUT MY COLLEGE LIFE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Wake up early in the morning  around 5 am and report for my first class (religion ata un, i forgot) at 7:30 am&lt;br /&gt;2.Initiation day. My initiation was memorable. Guy ang master ko.. Mike ang name nya. Bait sobra..Galing magitara, galing magsayaw at sobrang gentleman.. All i had to do was to meet him everyday sabay maglunch at kwentuhan lang..&lt;br /&gt;3. Kalokohan sa school&lt;br /&gt;* habang nag-iintay ng professor. We always had to ask Sam(my barkada) to sing.. as in concert habang kaming lahat ay nagsasayaw.. Ayun, pinatawag kami sa office ng dean. katabi nga lang pala ng room namin ang dean's office. lol&lt;br /&gt;* retreat sa tagaytay. we had to stay in one room para magpajama party. Nasa 3rd flr kami, eh ang vene 2nd flr. Biglang dumadating na daw si sister.. ayun, dumaan ako sa fire exit pabalik ng room namin.Muntik na kami di gumaraduate kasi nahuling may nagyosi at uminom.. (pero di ako kasali dun).&lt;br /&gt;* ang library ang lugar ng chismisan namin kaya laging galit sa amin ang librarian namin (si Tattoo-- tattoo kasi ang kilay)&lt;br /&gt;*5 hrs break so nagpunta muna kami ng Ali Mall. Ayun nanuod ng Darna ni Ajanette Abayari. Pagdating ng school, pinatayo kami for3 hrs.. Late kasi kami eh first meeting palang hehehe&lt;br /&gt;3. Professors&lt;br /&gt;*Mrs. Carpio (RIP), my speech teacher walang ginawa kundi pagtripan ako.. "&lt;em&gt;Ms. Gubi, ang ingay mong maglakad". "Ms. Gubi, ano gusto mo na umuwi" (para kinandong ko lang ang bag ko)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;May prof kaming nabistong nagmilagro (means nagbawas) sa restroom. Ayun pinagchismisan namin sya.Nalaman nya lol&lt;br /&gt;*May prof kaming na-involve daw sa student nya... hanggang ngayon di naman alam kung totoo.&lt;br /&gt;*Mr. Ramirez, pinakaclose namin na prof. Religion teacher pero puro kabastusan ang alam pag kami na ang magkakasama (asan na kaya sya ngayon?)&lt;br /&gt;* Ms. A, iba iba ang kulay ng hair... hanep.&lt;br /&gt;4. TV and Radio Production- Everything we did were memorable. Naging direktor, talent (as mama monchang na komedyante ako), TD, Asst. Director... Lahat ng puyatan the best.&lt;br /&gt;5. Crush ko na higher batch, management ang course nya.. RM. Classmate ko sya sa speech class.Nahawa lang ako ke Kleng kaya naging crush ko rin. Lagi nya ako niloloko kasi nga pinatripan ako ng prof namin. Naging phonepal namin. Ending kami ang naging close.  Walang ginawa kundi magpatawa, manghiram ng notes at mang-asar.. I met him again yrs ago na. bayantel sya work After that, wala na uli kami communication. (ang daldal ko)&lt;br /&gt;3. My magugulong Masscom blockmates pati Psych and Community Development&lt;br /&gt;4. PE class lalo na pag dancing&lt;br /&gt;5. Our endless puyatan at gastos sa thesis at production&lt;br /&gt;6. Our community development immersion sa Zambales.. Tumira kami sa mga aetas. Susko, nagkahd si tatay sa akin -maputi daw kasi ang legs ko.. ew kadiri&lt;br /&gt;7. Hirap na pagsakay ng jeep pauwi after our 5 pm class (yoko ng fx mahal eh)&lt;br /&gt;8. Gala sa Ali Mall ng naka-uniform&lt;br /&gt;9. Sulatan naming mag babarkada kahit everyday na kaming magkasama&lt;br /&gt;10. I miss my TPG friends- 15 kami eh-all girls. TPG stands for Tropang Patay Gutom (ubos lagi ang pagkain)&lt;br /&gt;11. I miss the food sa canteen- ginisang monggo at lechon kawali&lt;br /&gt;12. Kuya Bogie- librarian. Cachika namin para maganda ang locker ang ibigay nya sa amin sa library.&lt;br /&gt;13. Pagpunta sa Christ the King pag break&lt;br /&gt;14. Tambay sa Mcdo after class&lt;br /&gt;15. Mahabang process ng enrollment, pag ayos ng clearance after every semester&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9918184-112455304299123154?l=insanetesya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/feeds/112455304299123154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9918184&amp;postID=112455304299123154' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/112455304299123154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/112455304299123154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/2005/08/what-do-i-miss-most.html' title='What do i miss most?'/><author><name>tesya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411056213137901814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/anaswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9918184.post-112455085140808114</id><published>2005-08-20T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T17:36:25.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven</title><content type='html'>Seven things that scare you:&lt;br /&gt;1. illness&lt;br /&gt;2. rats&lt;br /&gt;3. death&lt;br /&gt;4. loneliness&lt;br /&gt;5. SLCs (suspicious looking characters FYI)&lt;br /&gt;6. jologs&lt;br /&gt;7. heights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven things you like the most:&lt;br /&gt;1. dvd,vcd&lt;br /&gt;2. internet esp ym&lt;br /&gt;3. bags, clothes&lt;br /&gt;4. dancing&lt;br /&gt;5. music&lt;br /&gt;6.movies esp love story&lt;br /&gt;7. camera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven important things in your bedroom:&lt;br /&gt;1. casette player&lt;br /&gt;2. clothes&lt;br /&gt;3. cds&lt;br /&gt;4. mirror&lt;br /&gt;5. weighing scale&lt;br /&gt;6. bags&lt;br /&gt;7. kikay kit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven random facts about you:&lt;br /&gt;1. It takes me 30 mins to an hour to get dressed, most of the time i make a sudden change of get up in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;2. First impression sa akin, mataray at masungit. Pero pag nakilala na nila ako, hay baliw at bakla daw (hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;3. Im a cry baby din naman. :)&lt;br /&gt;4. I love wearing clothes na terno sa bag and sandals or shoes&lt;br /&gt;5. I'm thinking of getting a new job in a new place*sniff*&lt;br /&gt;6. I like being ngarag sometimes kesa wala work at all..&lt;br /&gt;7. I like showing other people i like them or i remember them. i know the ways naman wahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven things you plan to do before you die:&lt;br /&gt;1. find my one true love (naks)- tama patty&lt;br /&gt;2. get married and have kids (mwehehe)&lt;br /&gt;3. Have my own business&lt;br /&gt;4. work abroad&lt;br /&gt;5. travel the world&lt;br /&gt;5. go to palawan&lt;br /&gt;6. buy a new house&lt;br /&gt;7. get thin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven things you can do:&lt;br /&gt;1.dance&lt;br /&gt;2. show a guy i like him and pretend na parang wala lang&lt;br /&gt;3. makes other people laugh&lt;br /&gt;4. listen to everyone's problem&lt;br /&gt;5.crack jokes&lt;br /&gt;6.convince people&lt;br /&gt;7. household chores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven things you can't do:&lt;br /&gt;1. ride a bike&lt;br /&gt;2. eat kangkong, mayonaise, salad (kahit ano basta raw food)&lt;br /&gt;3. Drive&lt;br /&gt;4. Maningil ng utang&lt;br /&gt;5. swim well&lt;br /&gt;6.&lt;br /&gt;7. do drugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven things that attract you to the opposite sex:&lt;br /&gt;1.Personality (may sense kausap at humorous)&lt;br /&gt;2. skin&lt;br /&gt;3. get up&lt;br /&gt;4. eyes&lt;br /&gt;5. can understand me for who I am&lt;br /&gt;6. built (thin)&lt;br /&gt;7. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven things you say the most:&lt;br /&gt;1. Asus&lt;br /&gt;2. Nyek&lt;br /&gt;3. kainis&lt;br /&gt;4. yeah&lt;br /&gt;5. star magic...(when i answer the phone sa office wahaha)&lt;br /&gt;6. assuming (joyride word for the month)&lt;br /&gt;7. cuss word/s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven celeb crushes (whether local or foreign):&lt;br /&gt;1. Vhong Navarro&lt;br /&gt;2. Piolo Pascual&lt;br /&gt;3. Matt Damon&lt;br /&gt;4. Brad Pitt&lt;br /&gt;5. Lee Dong Yun&lt;br /&gt;6. that guy in attic cat&lt;br /&gt;7. Ben Affleck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven people you want to see to take this quiz:&lt;br /&gt;1. mane 2. nhila 3. lei 4. paulo 5. poleng un lang ata&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9918184-112455085140808114?l=insanetesya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/feeds/112455085140808114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9918184&amp;postID=112455085140808114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/112455085140808114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/112455085140808114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/2005/08/seven.html' title='Seven'/><author><name>tesya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411056213137901814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/anaswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9918184.post-112455018502307057</id><published>2005-08-19T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T15:18:54.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>party animal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5743/743/1600/group3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5743/743/320/group3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;We were looking forward to this day. Its been a while since the last time i bonded with my friends on the dance floor. Here we are looking great kahit tipsy na... lol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Dami ko nainom pero parang wala lang kasi sobrang nag-enjoy akong sumayaw with my Talent Center friends..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Namiss ko ito.. swear..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5743/743/1600/with%20ms%20karen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5743/743/320/with%20ms%20karen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;thanks to ms. karen.. sa uulitin po, open bar uli..hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9918184-112455018502307057?l=insanetesya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/feeds/112455018502307057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9918184&amp;postID=112455018502307057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/112455018502307057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/112455018502307057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/2005/08/party-animal.html' title='party animal'/><author><name>tesya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411056213137901814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/anaswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9918184.post-112443793069868545</id><published>2005-08-19T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T22:57:05.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TPG get together</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We had our get together last monday.. It was so fun!.. full of laughters and tears.. Reminiscing the good old days in College. Sumakit ang tyan namin kakatawa sa mga old photos na nahalukay sa baul.. lol.But the sad part is the fact that another friend is leaving for a better future.. hay kakalungkot..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/Img_0337.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;tpg gang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/Img_0344.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i have so many friends but there are only few whom i could share anything.. one of those is judy.. i'll be missing u dear...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9918184-112443793069868545?l=insanetesya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/feeds/112443793069868545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9918184&amp;postID=112443793069868545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/112443793069868545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/112443793069868545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/2005/08/tpg-get-together.html' title='TPG get together'/><author><name>tesya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411056213137901814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/anaswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9918184.post-112369008997844164</id><published>2005-08-13T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T22:16:19.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first and last</title><content type='html'>FIRST thing u did this morning: take a bath, get dressed and attend the mass&lt;br /&gt;FIRST thing to do before going to sleep: brush my teeth, take a bath&lt;br /&gt;FIRST pet: not fond of animals.. family pet named lucille&lt;br /&gt;FIRST primary school:Leodegardo elem school, tanong&lt;br /&gt;FIRST alcoholic drink u had: Beer. real one- tequilla and vodka, mule&lt;br /&gt;FIRST time u entered a bar: 2nd yr college sa gig ng friend ko&lt;br /&gt;FIRST time u were sent to the principal for disciplinary action: college kami.. graduating class kami eh nagkipagdebate kami sa dean. ung isa, investigation sino ang naginuman nung college retreat... un lang e alin man dun eh una&lt;br /&gt;FIRST big crush: sobrang crush? hmp... marami hehhee. showbiz crush ba ito? VHONG LANG WALA NA IBA!, childhood crush, REY NICOLAS, FREDERICO DIZON... college si RM..&lt;br /&gt;FIRST record u bought: mariah carey cassette pa&lt;br /&gt;FIRST musical instrument u learned to play: err..recorder lang kasi required e&lt;br /&gt;FIRST concert u watched: concerts sa school. haha ERASERHEADS&lt;br /&gt;FIRST sport u played: moro moro, pantintero&lt;br /&gt;FIRST terrible fight: With someone-former friend. hay!! i hope forgiveness will come at the right time&lt;br /&gt;FIRST best friend: KATHERINA DE SILVA-CRUZ&lt;br /&gt;FIRST friend's wedding u've attended: carol novencido.&lt;br /&gt;FIRST person who greeted u on your last birthday: basta officemates&lt;br /&gt;FIRST collection: picture ni sharon cuneta hahahha&lt;br /&gt;FIRST time u saw a ghost: di pa&lt;br /&gt;FIRST roller coaster ride: years ago na napilitan lang kasi libre ng suitor ang lahat ng pinsan ko.. ala choice.&lt;br /&gt;FIRST ambition: choreographer, secretary&lt;br /&gt;FIRST job: telecommunicator/pageroperator&lt;br /&gt;FIRST thing u bought with your 1st salary: clothes&lt;br /&gt;FIRST thing u bought today: wala naman&lt;br /&gt;FIRST person u hated: Sheryl Cruz hahaha&lt;br /&gt;LAST name: GUBI&lt;br /&gt;LAST gimmick: last saturday sa libis with gradeschool friends nona and elaine&lt;br /&gt;LAST concert u watched: tagal na Black Eyed Peas pa&lt;br /&gt;LAST book you bought: The NotebookLAST thing you bought: blue and yellow knitted blouse&lt;br /&gt;LAST tv show watched: Oprah&lt;br /&gt;LAST movie you watched: If Only&lt;br /&gt;LAST song listened: J lo's latest song&lt;br /&gt;LAST argument: with brother. grr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9918184-112369008997844164?l=insanetesya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/feeds/112369008997844164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9918184&amp;postID=112369008997844164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/112369008997844164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/112369008997844164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/2005/08/first-and-last.html' title='first and last'/><author><name>tesya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411056213137901814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/anaswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9918184.post-112369023533757979</id><published>2005-08-10T08:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T22:09:28.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kakalumbay</title><content type='html'>tears on a morning. i woke up early and found my self crying... hay :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9918184-112369023533757979?l=insanetesya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/feeds/112369023533757979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9918184&amp;postID=112369023533757979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/112369023533757979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/112369023533757979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/2005/08/kakalumbay.html' title='kakalumbay'/><author><name>tesya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411056213137901814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/anaswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9918184.post-112313963799336226</id><published>2005-08-04T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T15:15:04.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friend from down under</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Got an email from Janette Mcbride. Remember her? I call her mommy janette. I simply adore her! I used to tell her that if ever i get pregnant, i want my baby to be like her. She's my favorite "alaga" from way back. I never had a dull moment with this girl. Cowboy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/janet1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;miss yah my dear friend.... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9918184-112313963799336226?l=insanetesya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/feeds/112313963799336226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9918184&amp;postID=112313963799336226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/112313963799336226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/112313963799336226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/2005/08/friend-from-down-under.html' title='friend from down under'/><author><name>tesya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411056213137901814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/anaswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9918184.post-112289085258479639</id><published>2005-08-01T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T22:57:35.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crush story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;there's this guy she met months ago. she never had the chance to know this guy way back in gradeschool. never considered the guy a potential boyfriend or whatsoever.after so many years, they had a reunion. had some good times during gimmicks together with their gradeschool friends. the guy is not the typical guy she would have a crush on but the girl find the guy interesting and mysterious. Quiet at times but when he jokes around, she can't help but laugh. Days have passed, she was looking forward to talk with the guy. Until, she said "I dont want to talk with him again, im afraid he might feel that i like him". She didn't text the guy or chat with him again (with the thought that he would miss her). Surprisingly, she got a text from this guy asking for a particular girl. To make the long story short, the guy is interested with this particular girl who happens to be her close friend.. huhuhuhu.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;kwento yan ng isang friend... crush story na naging crash.. wawa naman siya.. well, thats life my friend... there are really things not meant for you.. move on...hanap ka na lang ng ibang crush.. smile :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9918184-112289085258479639?l=insanetesya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/feeds/112289085258479639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9918184&amp;postID=112289085258479639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/112289085258479639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/112289085258479639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/2005/08/crush-story.html' title='crush story'/><author><name>tesya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411056213137901814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/anaswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9918184.post-112288830988909624</id><published>2005-07-30T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T17:25:09.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kaskas day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; meet up my college buddies -judy and ernest at galleria... no plans of buying stuff for myself. this is not the right time to spend. i have to pay my monthly bills-cellphone, insurance etc.. judy just asked us to accompany her and buy her things she needs ( she's leaving in two weeks time).... But no, its hard to resist-- sale kasi. found myself buying clothes at terranova. Ive never attempted to shop at expensive stores like terra but i was there for several hours and tried every shirt, skirt and pants that i find nice.. huhuhhu.. we called this day a KASKAS day! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;why? we used our credit card for every stuff we buy. i spent 3thou in one day.. whew!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;goodluck sa bayaran.. hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;sad part was when we were talking about life and with the reality that another friend is leaving us behind.  judy is "really" leaving soon. we found ourselves teary eyed while having snack.. huhuu.. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9918184-112288830988909624?l=insanetesya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/feeds/112288830988909624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9918184&amp;postID=112288830988909624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/112288830988909624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/112288830988909624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/2005/07/kaskas-day.html' title='kaskas day!'/><author><name>tesya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411056213137901814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/anaswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9918184.post-112288922058563176</id><published>2005-07-30T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T17:40:20.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>baywalk night</title><content type='html'>After our pdi pictorial with cherry lou, we had dinner with her bf, mike at rockwell. no plans after so i thought of going home instead of asking my friends to go out. syempre, para wala na rin gastos.. hehhee. pero parang hinahabol talaga ako ng gastos.. Just before i left rockwell, got a call from nhils and a text from jerry. "WE NEED TO GO OUT its friday night".. oo nga naman,friday would never be the same if im going home.. good thing i didnt wear our big bro shirt  we're required to wear every friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its baywalk night with my joyride friends and dan. saya! there was this woman who remarked when he saw jerry  ,"Yabang naman nung mama, naka pinoy big brother shirt". hahahhaa. Di nya lang alam, walang may gustong magsuot nuon.. I also had anecdote about that shirt. A gay asked me if im a contestant of pinoy big bro. I dunno know how to react because everyone in the jeepney were looking and waiting for my response.. I just said, hindi po,taga abs ako. I taught thats the end of conversation but no.. he even asked so many q's about the show.. grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a great time with jerry, nhils, patty and dan.. syempre halo-halong kwentuhan about life.. sentiments etc.. we  were all laughing when the lead vocals called jerry's name.. bday nya kasi kunwari hahahaha. contestant ba daw sya ng big bro?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i received a text from meri and jas asking if im going to arnold's party. i was having second thoughts. gusto na ayaw. then final na hindi na talaga ako punta.. 2am na rin ako nakauwi baka mabitin lang ako saka lobat na rin ako.. i heard 5 am na daw sila natapos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;susko, di ako makatulog pag dating ko house... aga ko pa nagising the next day susmaryosep...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9918184-112288922058563176?l=insanetesya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/feeds/112288922058563176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9918184&amp;postID=112288922058563176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/112288922058563176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/112288922058563176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/2005/07/baywalk-night.html' title='baywalk night'/><author><name>tesya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411056213137901814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/anaswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9918184.post-112247169929773149</id><published>2005-07-27T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T21:41:39.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unexplainable</title><content type='html'>parang naiinis ako na di maintindihan kung baket... hmp... weird noh... hay sana lumipas din ito...&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to go on details..maybe next time na lang siguro pag feel ko na ikwento... grrrr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9918184-112247169929773149?l=insanetesya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/feeds/112247169929773149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9918184&amp;postID=112247169929773149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/112247169929773149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/112247169929773149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/2005/07/unexplainable.html' title='unexplainable'/><author><name>tesya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411056213137901814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/anaswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9918184.post-112187245756477142</id><published>2005-07-26T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T17:22:15.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tamang emote lang ako today.. lol... i love the lyrics of mymp's tibok ng puso. nakarelate lang ako...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;kung sinabi mo noon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ako'y iyong mahal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;di sana ay tayo na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ang magkatuluyan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nang sinabi ko noon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ikaw ang mahal ko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ito'y tapat at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;may dalang walang hanggang pangako&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ngunit di na totoo&lt;br /&gt;may iba ka nakita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;kaya't nakapagtataka ba't ako'y hinahanap mo pa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;kung tayo'y magkikitang muli,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pwede bang magtanong sa'yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ang tibok ba ng puso mo'y nagbago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;kung sinabi mo noon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ikaw may pagtingin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;di sana'y walang nakapaghadlang sa atin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nang sinabi ko noon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ikaw lang ang mahal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ang nasa isip ko ito'y magtatagal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9918184-112187245756477142?l=insanetesya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/feeds/112187245756477142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9918184&amp;postID=112187245756477142' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/112187245756477142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/112187245756477142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/2005/07/hay.html' title='hay!'/><author><name>tesya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411056213137901814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/anaswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9918184.post-112237202590256886</id><published>2005-07-26T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T21:34:39.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vanity day!</title><content type='html'>its vanity day for me...no work on a monday so i decided to have my hair rebonded. i spent 5 hrs in the parlor.. i was starving for real good meal but i have no choice, i need to finish all the treatment....had to meet my sis at robinsons for another girlie thing. we had facial cleaning.. feel so good ha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanna check out how i look like? next time na lang.... lol. oh well they (my friends) would stop complaining na hehehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"wow, bagong rebond?"&lt;br /&gt;"bounce, bounce..."&lt;br /&gt;"hindi kinamay lang.. hehehe joke, i replied.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9918184-112237202590256886?l=insanetesya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/feeds/112237202590256886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9918184&amp;postID=112237202590256886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/112237202590256886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/112237202590256886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/2005/07/vanity-day.html' title='Vanity day!'/><author><name>tesya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411056213137901814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/anaswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9918184.post-112236522908608676</id><published>2005-07-26T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T16:09:03.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dinner at tarlac</title><content type='html'>last thursday, we went to tarlac... 2 hrs drive from manila. we had our dinner at nhila's house.... we arrived tarlac around 930pm and got back to manila by 23o am.... hanep sa trip noh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/walanafud.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sarap kumain....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9918184-112236522908608676?l=insanetesya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/anaswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9918184.post-112219324476487557</id><published>2005-07-24T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T21:54:40.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You can't hurry love!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;while cleaning up my cd collection, i saw this cd--a collection of 80's hits. i feel like dancing the whole day.And among the songs ive heard today, 'You cant hurry love" striked me the most.  i've always liked this song...but its just now that i've learned the message of this song from phil collins..(dedicated to all single woman out there)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; need love, love ooh, ease my mind&lt;br /&gt;And I need to find time someone to call mine&lt;br /&gt;My mama said You can't hurry love&lt;br /&gt;No, you'll just have to wait&lt;br /&gt;She said love don't come easy&lt;br /&gt;But it's a game of give and take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You can't hurry love&lt;br /&gt;No, you'll just have to wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just trust in a good time&lt;br /&gt;No matter how long it takes&lt;br /&gt;How many heartaches must I stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Before I find the love to let me live again&lt;br /&gt;Right now the only thing that keeps me hanging on when I feel my strength,&lt;br /&gt;ooh, it's almost gone&lt;br /&gt;I remember mama said You can't hurry love&lt;br /&gt;No you'll just have to wait&lt;br /&gt;She said love don't come easy&lt;br /&gt;It's a game of give and take&lt;br /&gt;How long must I wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How much more must I take Before loneliness&lt;br /&gt;Will cause my heart, heart to break?&lt;br /&gt;No, I cant bear to live my life alone&lt;br /&gt;I grow impatient for a love to call my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;But when I feel that I, I can't go on&lt;br /&gt;Well these precious words keep me hanging on&lt;br /&gt;I remember mama said You can't hurry love&lt;br /&gt;No, you'll just have to wait&lt;br /&gt;She said love don't come easy&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's a game of give and take&lt;br /&gt;You can't hurry love&lt;br /&gt;No, you'll just have to wait&lt;br /&gt;Just trust in a good time&lt;br /&gt;No matter how long it takes, now break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now love, love don't come easy&lt;br /&gt;But I keep on waiting&lt;br /&gt;Anticipating for that soft voice&lt;br /&gt;To talk to me at night&lt;br /&gt;For some tender arms hold me tight&lt;br /&gt;I keep waiting Ooh, till that day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;But it ain't easy (Love don't come easy)&lt;br /&gt;No, you know it ain't easy&lt;br /&gt;My mama said You can't hurry love&lt;br /&gt;No, you'll just have to wait&lt;br /&gt;She said love don't come easy&lt;br /&gt;It's a game of give and take...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Totoo sya di ba? :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9918184-112219324476487557?l=insanetesya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/feeds/112219324476487557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9918184&amp;postID=112219324476487557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/112219324476487557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/112219324476487557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/2005/07/you-cant-hurry-love.html' title='You can&apos;t hurry love!'/><author><name>tesya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411056213137901814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/anaswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9918184.post-112185592421641526</id><published>2005-07-20T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T18:56:31.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>highschool get together</title><content type='html'>lovie is back home. i asked some of our highschool friends to join us in libis. just in time, mean is here in town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/dinneratwestlake.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner at west lake, libis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/grouppic.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oj's, libis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/samefaces.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with lovie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/loviethess26khaty.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovie and khaty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(taken last july 16, 2005)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, i had fun more than the first batch reunion we had last may. hope to see you all again guys..&lt;div 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together'/><author><name>tesya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411056213137901814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/anaswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9918184.post-112185422771605533</id><published>2005-07-20T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T18:15:48.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>soup diet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;its been two weeks already since i started my soup diet. so far, im okay with the results. i lost five lbs. in one week. not that obvious but i feel the difference. im not really sure if i'll be losing another five lbs. because its really hard..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;anyone interested?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;cabbage soup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;-cabbage, celery, onion, tomatoes (slice the veggies and simmer for 10 mins)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;- put sinigang mix, knorr cubes or anything u want (para syempre may lasa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;1st day - soup and fruits &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;2nd day- soup and veggies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;3rd day- soup, veggies &amp; fruits, unsweetened juice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;4th day- soup, bananas and non fat or skimmed milk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;5th day- soup, beef and tomatoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;6th day-soup, beef and veggies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;7th day-soup, red rice and veggies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;(no cheating...alcoholic drinks are prohibited, the more soup you eat the more u lose)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;the first few days were really hard but i have no choice. ika nga, no pain no gain...the second week was not that strict, its hard to resist siomai... (may daya na ng konti hehehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/Img_0151.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;leslie, my soup mate... who started it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9918184-112185422771605533?l=insanetesya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/feeds/112185422771605533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9918184&amp;postID=112185422771605533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/112185422771605533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/112185422771605533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/2005/07/soup-diet.html' title='soup diet'/><author><name>tesya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411056213137901814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/anaswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9918184.post-112185160397911595</id><published>2005-07-20T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T18:25:53.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>anniversary</title><content type='html'>we had our anniversary last may.. here are just some of our pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/Img_0137.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taken at 9501 bldg...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/Img_0144.jpg" /&gt; my joyride friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/Img_0146.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;promo and publicity group&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/IMG_0460.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my beloved talent center family&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9918184-112185160397911595?l=insanetesya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/feeds/112185160397911595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9918184&amp;postID=112185160397911595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/112185160397911595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/112185160397911595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/2005/07/anniversary.html' title='anniversary'/><author><name>tesya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411056213137901814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/anaswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9918184.post-112184769270119812</id><published>2005-07-20T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T16:23:56.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another boring day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Two weeks holiday yahoo... big bosses are in the States for ASAP.We are free as a bird... no work...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Just to waste my time here in the office...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;magblog na nga lang&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;JANUARY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Stubborn and hard-hearted &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(oo nga ata)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Ambitious and serious &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(oo naman)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Loves to teach and be taught. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;( yeah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;-Always looking at people's flaws and weaknesses &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(madalas yan.. hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- Likes to criticize &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(hobby ko daw yan...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Hardworking and productive &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(yup true ito!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Smart, neat and organized &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;( i am)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;-Sensitive and has deep thoughts &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(yeah right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-Knows how to make others happy &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(talent ko yan)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;-Quiet unless excited or tensed &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(bihira na quiet...noisy talaga ako eh)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;-Rather reserved &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(pag galit, oo)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;-Highly attentive &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(i am!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Resistant to illnesses but prone to colds. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(very much true!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-Romantic but has difficulties expressing love &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(yeah, afraid kasi ako e)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;-Loves children &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(sobra, nanghihiram talaga ako ng baby sa kapitbahay!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;-Loyal &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;( oo naman)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;-Has great social abilities yet easily jealous &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(you're korek)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Very Stubborn and money cautious. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(yup yup)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;any violent reactions from my friends? lol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9918184-112184769270119812?l=insanetesya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/anaswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9918184.post-112176222704186525</id><published>2005-07-19T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T18:28:41.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i moved on!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I went out with my highschool friends. We watched Mr and Mrs Smith. Saya ah! I received a text message from someone asking for my friend's number. Since i was not sure of who was the anonymous texter, I ignored it.. I suddenly remembered that it might be Luisa so i texted back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Then i was surprised to receive a phone call from a guy friend. Sya pala un nagtext.. (now, i remember erase ko na nga pala ang number nya e for some reason) Anyway, our conversation was fun. Had some reminiscing etc. He told me he's getting married next year. (i guess my friends who know the story would definitely be asking what i felt when i heard that) my answer...nothingl. I even volunteered to be his wedding coordinator (etching lang). I gave him some suggestions and referrals. blah blah. We even laugh with the thought that i might be attending his wedding wearing a black dress and would be shouting "ITIGIL ANG KASAL!) hahhaha. Funny!! tawanan na lang kami. I told him that everything in the past was just a simple crush-- nothing more than that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;We dont actually have a "so called" (romantic) past. I'd rather say that i have had liked him before. Our friends knew about it and i told him my feelings then . After our conversation which lasted three hours, i felt good (that finally we were okay). Parang nawala na ung gap namin. Our closeness is back. But when I put down the phone--- ouch! Ang sakit pala nun.. I suddenly realized that he is really getting married. Then i felt sad... I dunno know if its right to feel that way but im absoulutely sure that it was just part of my monthly sickness. I found myself crying alone in my room but after few days, I'm okay..  And i should say, I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;MOVED ON!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9918184-112176222704186525?l=insanetesya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/feeds/112176222704186525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9918184&amp;postID=112176222704186525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/112176222704186525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/112176222704186525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-moved-on.html' title='i moved on!'/><author><name>tesya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411056213137901814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/anaswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9918184.post-112176028576813804</id><published>2005-07-19T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T17:27:13.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tag ur it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 Names You Go By&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Thess&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Tesya&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Tikya&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 Screen Names You Have Had&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;1. insanetesya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;2. ala na e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;3. ala na talaga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 Physical Things You Like About Yourself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;1. complexion &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;2. legs (kahit malaki)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;3. un lang e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 Physical Things You Don't Like About Yourself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;1. nose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;2. eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;3. hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 Parts of Your Heritage&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;1. filipino lang ata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 Things That Scare You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;1. single blessedness (bwahahaa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;2. loss of any family member&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;3. loneliness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3 Of Your Everyday Essentials&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;1. mobile phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;2. radio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;3. comb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 of Your Favorite Musical Artists&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;1. wilson philips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;2. celine dion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;3. usher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 of Your Favorite Songs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;1. i love you goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;2. Youre in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;3. all songs of usher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 Things You Want In A Relationship&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;1. love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;2. honesty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;3. friendship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 Lies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;1. Whats important is the inside, not the outside (halu, sa lalake ata di ubra ito!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;2. women are weak than men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;3. First love never dies (ew baduy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 Truths&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;1. Men would always find his way to get in touch with you if he really likes you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;2. patience is a virtue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;3. There's always a right time for everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 Physical Things About The Opposite Sex That Appeals To You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;1. height&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;2. built (thin)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;3. hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 Of Your Favorite Hobbies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;1. watching vcds and dvds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;2. chat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;3. sleeping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 Things You Want To Do Really Badly Now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;1. travel the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;2. work abroad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;3. renovation of my room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 Careers You're Considering/You've Considered&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;1. advertising/ computer related job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;2. teacher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;3. Choreographer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 Places You'd Want to Go For Vacation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;1. usa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;2. palawan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;3. paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 Kid Names You Like&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;. combination of my name and my hubby's (charinG)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;2. paticia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;3. tricia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 Things You Want To Do Before You Die&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;1. travel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;2. be a mom and wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;3. be a business woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 Ways That You Are Sterotypically a Boy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;1. i read FHM (if i have compli copy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;2. the way i walk (lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;3. wala na e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 Ways That You Are Sterotypically a Girl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;1. i like bags, shoes and shirts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;2. i love shopping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;3. i love romantic/love stories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 Celebrity Crushes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;1. vhong navarro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;2. matt damon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;3. will smith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9918184-112176028576813804?l=insanetesya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/feeds/112176028576813804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9918184&amp;postID=112176028576813804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/112176028576813804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/112176028576813804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/2005/07/tag-ur-it.html' title='tag ur it'/><author><name>tesya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411056213137901814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/anaswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9918184.post-112039790326462261</id><published>2005-07-03T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T18:02:08.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IM BACK!!</title><content type='html'>Oh my gosh.. ang bilis ng araw.. almost two months na pala akong absent dito sa blog. Sensha medyo naging busy and naging tamad akong mag updated..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where to start. There have been so many things that had happened. I'll try reminisce them one by one...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9918184-112039790326462261?l=insanetesya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/feeds/112039790326462261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9918184&amp;postID=112039790326462261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/112039790326462261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/112039790326462261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-back.html' title='IM BACK!!'/><author><name>tesya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411056213137901814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/anaswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9918184.post-111598660916625744</id><published>2005-05-13T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T20:17:51.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The week that was....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday...&lt;br /&gt;What else is new on a monday? all those newspapers for monitoring were piled up at my table.. grrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;Not that busy. I was just working with some things for our upcoming thanksgiving presscon and launch (again?) yeah u read it right, launching of new breed of artists. We are scheduled to launch star circle 13 on ASAP on May 29.. That means we have to prepare for the press kit, pictorial, press launch etc.. etc... I was with the SCQs batch 2 Erich, Aaron and Charles. We went to tita aster amoyo's launch in Ortigas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;We escaped from the office to visit our dear friend, Porkchop. She gave birth kasi... Bonding kami! I dropped by Papa Jecks (somewhere in Marikina)-despidida of a highschool classmate. I have no plans pero sige na nga.. I dont have an idea who were there pero sige na nga bahala na. Good thing, may kakilala naman ako. It was nice seeing my former classmates again after 10 yrs. Kwentuhan with Dennis, Dondon,Cel, Elma, Jenette and some whom I haven't known when were in HS. Familiar faces lang sila. Kaka-miss ang HS. Can't wait to see them again on the 20th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday...&lt;br /&gt;Krung-Krung (Sandara) dropped by the office to check PEX. Eto kasing tambayan niya eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/withkrung.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday&lt;br /&gt;We went to the MTV shoot of our artists. Saya! We were wondering kung posible kaya makunan din kami for the docu speical? hehhehee. (talent center is celebrating its 13th yr anniv kasi). Sabi nga namin, Edited na yun for sure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Divi with Kathleen (sis of Tin Hermosa) and her Boyfriend. Kapagod!! Layo kasi. Nyek, friday? bakit wala akong gimmick? huhuhuhu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9918184-111598660916625744?l=insanetesya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/feeds/111598660916625744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9918184&amp;postID=111598660916625744' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/111598660916625744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/111598660916625744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/2005/05/week-that-was.html' title=''/><author><name>tesya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411056213137901814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/anaswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9918184.post-111538249980958275</id><published>2005-05-06T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T20:28:19.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ngarag!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sobrang busy ang mga araw na nakalipas at mga susunod pa... Its Talent Center's 13th yr anniversary this month.. Hectic sked ahead of us-- all the promos, launch etc etc. Twice na rin ako pumasok ng weekend. ang saya di ba? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Gusto kong  mag beach pero pano? gosh abelgas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;May 1, 2005 we had our Flores de Mayo. Kakapagod!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/withjc.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Buti na lang may gwapo akong nakatabi hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9918184-111538249980958275?l=insanetesya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/feeds/111538249980958275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9918184&amp;postID=111538249980958275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/111538249980958275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/111538249980958275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/2005/05/ngarag.html' title='Ngarag!'/><author><name>tesya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411056213137901814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/anaswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9918184.post-111538201651568356</id><published>2005-05-06T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T23:38:22.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mourning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nice to be back.. at long last i could update my blog.. oh well, masyado na atang marami nangyari for the past weeks and I dunno where to start..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My grandfather died last April 18, 2005. Sad coz we were not able to visit him before his death. Monday morning, we heard that he was not in the condition already so me and my sis were on our way for a short visit. But 20 mins before we arrived, I received a text from mom... my lolo died. We were all sad to say goodbye but we know he's happy because he did enjoyed his 9o years of existence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was also an instant reunion. My cousins were all there. Just like the old times, we stayed all night laughing. &lt;em&gt;(kelan kaya maulit uli itong bonding na ito?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9918184-111538201651568356?l=insanetesya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/feeds/111538201651568356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9918184&amp;postID=111538201651568356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/111538201651568356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/111538201651568356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/2005/05/mourning.html' title='Mourning'/><author><name>tesya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411056213137901814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/anaswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9918184.post-111338937248546727</id><published>2005-04-13T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T14:12:05.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagaytay joyride</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pictures pictures of tagaytay joyrdie..taken last january 25, 2005 (birthday ko!!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/thesswithnhils.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nhils and me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/CIMG0460.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;malamig pala sa tagaytay.. hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/CIMG0461.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tagaytay inn nag-honeymoon si ana at eng. Join kame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/CIMG0463.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the pretty girls of joyride gang, may lalake ba tayo? lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/tagaytay0455.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gutom na kami, past 12 midnight na, di pa kami nag-dinner&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/CIMG0459.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wacky shot! Eng, Ana,Grace, Patty, Nhila, Me, te Net and jerry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/tawa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Saya.. Saya.. Di kami masyado mahilig sa kodakan noh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9918184-111338937248546727?l=insanetesya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/feeds/111338937248546727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9918184&amp;postID=111338937248546727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/111338937248546727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/111338937248546727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/2005/04/tagaytay-joyride.html' title='Tagaytay joyride'/><author><name>tesya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411056213137901814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/anaswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9918184.post-111338783044739179</id><published>2005-04-13T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T22:24:46.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TPG gimik</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Saturday night. I went out with my college buddies--my TPG friends.. &lt;em&gt;(tpg stands for Tropang Patay Gutom--hahahhaa)&lt;/em&gt; We had our dinner at Dencio's Libis. Had good laugh at 22nd street then we went to Antipolo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Magdamag na bonding ito... Videoke sa Eagle's Nest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 232px; HEIGHT: 226px" height="410" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/tpg2.jpg" width="513" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me and mareng carol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/tpg.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Carol, me and judy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9918184-111338783044739179?l=insanetesya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/feeds/111338783044739179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9918184&amp;postID=111338783044739179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/111338783044739179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/111338783044739179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/2005/04/tpg-gimik.html' title='TPG gimik'/><author><name>tesya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411056213137901814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/anaswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9918184.post-111322426197413926</id><published>2005-04-11T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T20:59:18.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears on a Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What a day! Here I am again... Emotional..... Can't help it! I found myself crying on a Monday morning. Hay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I received a text from my mom. She was asking how are we doing lately etc. I dunno what to reply. Mixed feelings-anger and jealousy--Feeling na "balewala na ata kami ah". My mom have been staying in the province to take care of my sick grandparents. More or less, she was there more than with us. I know she misses us already but she have no choice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I replied to her text late this afternoon. I can't help but cry whenever I read her messages. She's so down but the only thing I could do for now is to make her feel that we are okay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's natural to feel this way. But I definitely understand my mom's situation right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel so depressed. I miss her but what can we do? We need to accept the set-up. I know its hard for my mom &lt;em&gt;(same with us) &lt;/em&gt;not see us for days, weeks and probably for months. We just need to make her feel that we understand everything. Her situation right now is a big burden already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been crying the whole day--- with background music pa ni Nina (kung pwede lang sya magreklamo na pagod siya-from 10 am to 9pm kanta nya lang tugtog sa office.. hehehe).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9918184-111322426197413926?l=insanetesya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/feeds/111322426197413926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9918184&amp;postID=111322426197413926' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/111322426197413926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/111322426197413926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/2005/04/tears-on-monday.html' title='Tears on a Monday'/><author><name>tesya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411056213137901814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/anaswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9918184.post-111235654509403902</id><published>2005-03-31T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T20:57:59.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He's not just into You!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;We had our joyride minus Patty (may date kasi with "D") and Nhila (naki-join sa concert ni Avril-sa room nga lang nya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;hehehe). We were craving for KFC and Chowking then landed in Wendy's Boni. Had mushroom melt meal, fries and iced tea. Sarap!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Started to read this interesting book that I borrowed from Patty. I need to finish it within tonight. The last book I read in one sitting was A Walk to Remember. I know I'll also be engrossed reading "He's not Just Into You"by Greg Behrendt and Liz Tucillo. And I was....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Here are some of Greg's insights:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;HE'S NOT INTO YOU if HE'S NOT ASKING YOU OUT - Men would grab every chance to be with his girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;HE'S NOT INTO YOU if HE'S NOT CALLING YOU -Men knows how to use the phone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;HE'S NOT INTO YOU if HE SAYS HE's NOT READY for a COMMITMENT or HE'S NOT READY TO HAVE A RELATIONSHIP WITH SOMEONE- Men can't say it straight to your face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Excuses women have made for their unsatisfying satisfaction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;" The Maybe He Wants to Take it Slow" Excuse . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Greg's advice: He will take any chances and do everything if he really likes you. The truth is MEN don't waste time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;" The Maybe He Don't Want To Ruin The Friendship" Excuse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Greg's advice: Men are not afraid to ruin the Friendship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Actually, these are some striking chapters--there are a lot more to discover and learn! I began to realized that women are always the one to blame. We are making our lives miserable. Stop thinking about them. (you are never sure if he does think of you so why waste time, right?) Move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm not a man hater or anything. I just realized so many things. The book uplifted my spirit as a " single" woman. We definitely deserve someone better!!! I know I'm a good catch for a guy who've waited for me.... (as if..bwahahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Girlfriends, read this book. I bet you can relate to this. I'm sure you'll be proud to be just a single woman...(instead of being with someone who have been a pain in the ass!) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9918184-111235654509403902?l=insanetesya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/feeds/111235654509403902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9918184&amp;postID=111235654509403902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/111235654509403902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/111235654509403902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/2005/03/hes-not-just-into-you.html' title='He&apos;s not just into You!'/><author><name>tesya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411056213137901814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/anaswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9918184.post-111207111198387492</id><published>2005-03-29T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T12:38:31.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest in Peace!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Back to work.. grrr! Surprisingly, my first caller of the day was Freddie. Himala kasi ito! Ano kaya ang kailangan nito? Aniweiz, I was shocked to hear the news about Mavel. She died due to 30+ stubbed wounds last Wednesday in Cebu. Oh my golly! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wonderin' why I posted about her? well, I had a bad encounter with her when we were in Bacolod. Two days after that incident, she died.... &lt;em&gt;(please refer to my previous post about my out of town trips-sya kasi ang cause ng kabad-tripan ko)   &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Niloloko nila ako, isa daw ako sa suspect.. hehhehee. Anyway, h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ope she rest in peace. Be praying for her soul. Wherever you are now, sensya na po. Grabe, bilis talaga ng buhay! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9918184-111207111198387492?l=insanetesya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/feeds/111207111198387492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9918184&amp;postID=111207111198387492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/111207111198387492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/111207111198387492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/2005/03/rest-in-peace.html' title='Rest in Peace!'/><author><name>tesya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411056213137901814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/anaswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9918184.post-111181728268310157</id><published>2005-03-27T13:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T14:08:02.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gradeschool admirer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I dunno how many times I had dreamt of him. Paulit-ulit! Weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Same scenario. Memories of the past, all those "tuksuhan"- andun lahat sa panaginip ko. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;He was a former admirer when were in 5th grade. As in avid suitor talaga-til 6th grade ata ako niligawan. He used to send me love letters, candies na may mga sweet nothings (yung uso dati), etc. The very first time I discovered his intention of courting me was thru a love letter &lt;em&gt;(isingit sa workbook ko).&lt;/em&gt; Code name niya: Superman.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Kahit deny pa nya noon na di nya ako kilala thru a common friend, ok lang. hehhee. Ganun ata pag basted (bwahahha joke) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I think he's a family man already. Last time I saw him was years ago na. College pa kami. We never said hi or hellos. Deadma lang. Nakatinginan lang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Bakit kaya ganun? Nothing really special had happened between us but its all coming back in my dreams. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;By the way, his name is Alexander Alfred Gaetos, Boyet. Whoever knows him, send my regards! &lt;em&gt;(i-announce daw ba sa blog, hehe)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9918184-111181728268310157?l=insanetesya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/feeds/111181728268310157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9918184&amp;postID=111181728268310157' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/111181728268310157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/111181728268310157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/2005/03/gradeschool-admirer.html' title='Gradeschool admirer'/><author><name>tesya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411056213137901814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/anaswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9918184.post-111181609344512072</id><published>2005-03-26T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T13:48:13.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabi ni Tolits...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sabi nga ni Tolits… Ako, Ako, Lagi Na lang Ako!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this feeling again…Parang sobra na ito, ako na naman. A devil in me says, “Mahiya naman kayo kahit konti. I have given so much. Pwede bang kayo naman, for a change?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit feeling ko, lagi na lang ako, ako! Ako! Bakit may mga taong walang paki-alam sa feelings ko? Hindi marunong mahiya. Hindi sila makaramdam na ‘tila oa na sila.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hay, lilipas din ang feeling na ito! Sana nga... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6666cc;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9918184-111181609344512072?l=insanetesya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/feeds/111181609344512072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9918184&amp;postID=111181609344512072' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/111181609344512072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/111181609344512072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/2005/03/sabi-ni-tolits.html' title='Sabi ni Tolits...'/><author><name>tesya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411056213137901814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/anaswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9918184.post-111181593438976729</id><published>2005-03-26T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T13:45:34.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation Mood</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Work Again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Back to work 2 days before our vacation. Katamad! Tumambad ang maraming newspaper monitoring. Hay life! Wala ako sa mood ng araw na ito. Kung ano rason, wag na lang! Wala naman masahdong ginawa so we went to John Lloyd’s place and have dinner. Pig out na naman kami!! Chikahan with Maja, ‘te Net, Nhils, Jing, Grace and etc….Uwi din after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOLY WEEK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy wednesday na. Half day sa work. Hmp.. kalokohan, wag na lang pasok noh. Katamad saka sayang pamasahe hehehe. Vacation mood na lahat....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;First time naming nag-spend ng Holy week ditto sa Manila. We were used to go to Batangas.  Maiba lang ngayon…Wow iba ito, first time na-complete ang family Saya! We went to mass, had our station of the cross and rosary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy week is the best time to reflect and repent.  Pero sorry po Lord, napansin ko may gwapong priest hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a text from Ernest. Melay’s dad passed away. So sad to hear the bad news. My sincerest condolences to you my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9918184-111181593438976729?l=insanetesya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/feeds/111181593438976729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9918184&amp;postID=111181593438976729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/111181593438976729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/111181593438976729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/2005/03/vacation-mood.html' title='Vacation Mood'/><author><name>tesya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411056213137901814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/anaswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9918184.post-111181457597654916</id><published>2005-03-21T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T13:39:04.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Out of town Trips!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can’t recall if I had at least five hours of sleep before getting ready for my flight. Aniweiz, I left home 15 minutes before 6 PM so I could be there at the Domestic airport before 7:30. I decided to take MRT to avoid the hassle of an early traffic. I was cool and waited for the time before checking in. I met up with Lea whom unfortunately had been into a disaster week and that morning added to her most kairitang “palpak”. She forgot to change the name of the ticket so we ended up looking for a pencil. Oops, been thinking where is Cherrylou? Its past 7:30 PM and all I know is she was stuck in traffic. OMG! First time kong matense!!. I decided to check in our tickets even if I’m not really sure if my artist can make it. Bahala na si batman. Hay salamat, buti na lang umabot kami!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been to several trips already (accompanying artists in out of town shows) but this is my very first with Cherrylou. We clicked instantly. Dami na agad naming napagkwentuhan-kung anu-ano talaga! It helps para mas okey work namen. Had our lunch at the hotel. 1 hour picture taking lang tapos na.. (sarap ng artista, bilis ng kita noh?) Mall lang with Che’s couz then stay kami ng hotel, bonding hanggang 5 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day, we were fetched by Cherrylou’s couz and producer named Ken-a Japanese who owns a company in Cebu. Ang taray, nakasakay kami sa car na Benz (‘yung convertible ata yun). I’m not familiar with cars basta hanep ang style-nabuksan ang roof. Exciting nga pero ang init naman! Parang kailangan namin uling mag-shower hehhee. We had motorcade and rehearsal then we went back to the hotel. Kapagod! Nagpamasahe kami para sarap tulog! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/cebu.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;habang sakay kami sa benz ni ken... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Maghapon kaming feeling doña sa hotel. Nuod lang TV tapos pa-room service. Late pa kasi ang call time for general rehearsal at evening pa ang Mossimo event. I was kind’a shocked (na excited din hheee) seeing the male contestants walking at the backstage wearing trunks. Na-remember ko tuloy mga gay friends ko. I’m sure inggit sila sa akin. I asked someone to take pictures of them so I could send it na lang via MMS. When I was rushing to the sound booth, I saw one guy naked- I needed to pass their dressing room kasi. Keber ko kunwari…I saw his Butt! Gosh! Di ko masyadong na-aappreciate kasi ngarag ako.. Bwahahaha joke lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the show, we went in Kudu bar in Cebu. Cool place. Lots of good-looking men and women. Feeling maganda na rin ako kasi kasama ko si Che. Syempre, pinagtitinginan siya. Yung iba deadma but of most of them, di makatiis nag-papicture rin. We didn’t stay that long so we ended up to the hotel. Watched TV then sleep… pzzzzzzzz…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Kala ko hindi ako ma-tense kasi lapit lang hotel sa airport, yun pala maho-hold ako before I checked out. Why? Kasi di raw room charge lahat ng expenses namin. Gosh! I needed to explain to the receptionist that Ken said he pay the expenses. I think she didn’t heard of it when we checked in. I just gave the mobile no. of our producer so we could catch up our flight to Bacolod. Hay nakahinga na uli ako!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to Bacolod! Susko parang another day of kabad-tripan uli ito. I saw the contact person of this event. Bad trip, siya na naman. I had bad experience with her before when I accompanied Michelle Bayle in Ilo-ilo. Aniweiz, andun na eh. I immediately asked for the itinerary so I would know what time we should prepare for the show. Me and Che needed more sleep so we went straight to our room. Eto na ang magandang part! Kinukulit ako to be ready at 4pm kahit na 7 Pm pa ang show. The Nerve ba? She said that it will only take 30 minutes to be at the venue. Kesyo si Mayor daw kasi hanggang 5PM lang daw. Kesyo kailangan mameet ng artist ko… Heller? Paki ko ke mayor… Sinubukan ang katarayan ko!Hay naku, pinanindigan ko pagiging hitad ko. Intay sila to death, wala ako pakialam! (that’s basically a road manager’s kind of work-minsan kasi kala nila makakalusot sila kahit wala sa usapan. Beware of me… hehehhe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at Victorias Plaza (town in Bacolod) just in time for the dinner and show. Okey naman. I’ve been asking about our plane tickets to Manila. Pero parang walang matinong sagot. Naki-pagchikahan sa amin 2 bagets who happens to be the son of the “mayor” ata. They were very accommodating. Had 1 bottle of Cali and mango crepe, cheese sticks… Just enough before going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eto na ang highlight ng kabad-tripan. 6 am, we were preparing for our things. Exactly 7:30 we were done. But I’ve been worried--I haven’t had a word from this girl regarding our flight etc. (She said--she’ll check in our tickets first thing in the morning but I was so sure that she don’t have the tickets yet-feel ko lang di pa nya nabibili). Tense na ako!! We had our breakfast. I found out--- hindi pala sya naka-check in sa hotel! San ko siya hahanapin??? She responded to my text pero malay ko kung totoo, di ba? Good thing dumating naman. I asked for my terminal fee reimbursement aba, parang walang narinig! Namuro na siya. Biglang nawala ang lekat! Sabi ng receptionist, umalis daw. F***King Shit! Tinawagan ko, aba’y pumunta na ng airport, iniwan kami! Ay, nakatikim sya ng almusal sa akin. Di ko kasi magets ang logic nya. Daming etching. Ayaw sabihin totoo. True enough, nuon lang pala sya bumili ng ticket. Pag dating nya uli sa hotel, may hirit pa sya, minamadali ko daw sya. Malamang naman noh eh anong oras na nun wala pang kasiguraduhan ang flight namin. Syempre, nag-iwan pa ako ng one liner-pang-dessert nya! Bwisit!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Manila, tulog ako maghapon. Decided not to report for work that day. Tomorrow na lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Puro first time…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;First time…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;*with Cherrylou&lt;br /&gt;*stay sa Waterfront hotel in Cebu&lt;br /&gt;*Mag-pamassage (as in massage!) The best ito!&lt;br /&gt;*ride ng mala-night rider na Benz&lt;br /&gt;*trip to Bacolod&lt;br /&gt;*Ma-tense at maimbyerna sa mga pangyayari (katense ang flight namin tapos kaloka pa ang mga kausap pati na rin ang mga modelong pa-sosyal!blind item ko na lang ha, grr!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;It was a fun and memorable trip…. Promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9918184-111181457597654916?l=insanetesya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/feeds/111181457597654916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9918184&amp;postID=111181457597654916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/111181457597654916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/111181457597654916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/2005/03/out-of-town-trips-i-cant-recall-if-i.html' title=''/><author><name>tesya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411056213137901814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/anaswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9918184.post-111088666325326439</id><published>2005-03-15T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T19:39:56.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All about men..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Had my late lunch after our PR seminar. Me and Patty were talking &lt;em&gt;(for the nth time) about &lt;/em&gt;the guy she dated last night. Then, we had one common thing in mind... "bagay siya kay Nhila".. hahahhaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Then, we started analyzing things &lt;em&gt;(again)&lt;/em&gt; about men. I asked Patty how she and her "ex" become friends again after the so called "cold war" &lt;em&gt;(nga ba?).&lt;/em&gt; If I was on Patty's situation, I will never ever exert any effort to have a communication with him again. &lt;em&gt;(As much as I would want to reveal everything that had happened-wag na lang)&lt;/em&gt; But it was indeed the worst thing that ever happened to a friend like Patty. Out of nowhere this guy, just texted him as if there was no hanging issue of the past.. (Grr di ba?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Began thinking....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Is it really us who make things complicated?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;We were the one always making petty issues a big deal. The truth is wala lang talaga sa mga guys 'yun... "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Like what Janice said, guys are PIGS! They are afraid to face the situation; the truth!-lalo na kung alanganin sila. &lt;em&gt;(oo nga noh! kaya siguro sa kanila parang walang nangyari)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Unlike us, we would always want to confront certain issues and talk things out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mean Girls...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I was surprised to receive a text message from this guy I named "LEKAT TALAGA" (means leche) on my phonebook. Am i glad? NO!! He simply asked someone's number and that was it. He didnt even bother to say thanks. Oh I wanted to be mean this time. I texted him if he got the number &lt;em&gt;(just for him to remember that he haven't thank me). Manhid talaga ang lekat! Di talaga nag-thankyou (babaw ko noh!)&lt;/em&gt; Pero kinamusta naman nya ako. Simple lang ang sagot&lt;em&gt;, "Eto k lang..." hahahhaha.&lt;/em&gt; Kung sa kanya wala lang yun, pero sa akin... sarap maging mean. Hindi kasi ako ganun sa kanya before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Patty said, &lt;em&gt;"Kung ano trato ng guys sa'yo ganun ka din dapat sa kanila"...&lt;/em&gt; I absolutely agree on this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Charlie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I wonder how much will i be paying for my next cellfone bill. Charlie is a consistent textmate. I met him last Friday and it was indeed a good meeting. He's from the US but been staying here in Manila for 13 months already. I have been updated with all his bloopers and angst everyday... Nice to meet such an ass**** (that's what i call him) LOL!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9918184-111088666325326439?l=insanetesya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/feeds/111088666325326439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9918184&amp;postID=111088666325326439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/111088666325326439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/111088666325326439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/2005/03/all-about-men.html' title='All about men..'/><author><name>tesya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411056213137901814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/anaswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9918184.post-111088301418577873</id><published>2005-03-15T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T18:36:54.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>patty's date</title><content type='html'>Himala ito.. Patty asked if I could go with her in Gateway to meet up with someone, &lt;em&gt;(potential buddy, bf or whatsover&lt;/em&gt;) She have been used to go out by herself &lt;em&gt;(I swear hindi ko yata kaya i-try ito)&lt;/em&gt;. Kinda hesitant at first pero sige na nga. Libre daw kasi hehhehe. We watched "Million Dollar Baby". Nice movie ha.... pinaiyak ako. As for the date, he's okay but he's not actually Patty's type of man. (Pat, &lt;em&gt;whats his name again? hehhe i forgot. anyway, thanks for the treat)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We realized that Nhila is the best person na bagay sa kanya, di ba Patty?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9918184-111088301418577873?l=insanetesya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/feeds/111088301418577873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9918184&amp;postID=111088301418577873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/111088301418577873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/111088301418577873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/2005/03/pattys-date.html' title='patty&apos;s date'/><author><name>tesya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411056213137901814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/anaswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9918184.post-111045444395573635</id><published>2005-03-10T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T22:46:19.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buhay PR!</title><content type='html'>I've been with PR for six years already. I must say, &lt;em&gt;"I know how the business works... especially anything related to public relation."&lt;/em&gt; Hay kakaiba nga naman ang buhay PR!! Minsan kailangan namin explain ang mga bagay-bagay para lang maintindihan punto per punto. Pero dahil sa bugso ng kanilang emosyon eh, ginagawang big deal ang isang bagay na hindi naman dapat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isa lang ang napatunayan ko ngayong araw na ito. Totoo pala ang mga negative impressions about this newcomer. Parang kairita lang. I was trying to explain my side about this "issue" (nga ba?-issue sa kanila) pero parang wala syang naririnig. Susko po, tama bang ganun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I'm making a big issue on this. Point ko lang, they should know how to interact with people and 'always' give a good impression. Be conscious-- kasi nga artista sila.. eh kung sa amin na taga rito na mismo eh wala syang PR, paano pa kaya sa iba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay buhay artista nga naman :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9918184-111045444395573635?l=insanetesya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/feeds/111045444395573635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9918184&amp;postID=111045444395573635' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/111045444395573635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/111045444395573635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/2005/03/buhay-pr.html' title='Buhay PR!'/><author><name>tesya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411056213137901814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/anaswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9918184.post-111036539130273194</id><published>2005-03-09T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T19:08:59.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kilig ito!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;What a day! I had to go to Port Area to bring something for the press. Thanks to Kuya Budoy for accompanying me!Di na ako nag-cab...&lt;em&gt; (less init sa byahe). &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I went to Yes Yes show taping... Saw him there but didnt say hi or anything. Hiya ako e. Pero nakasalubong namin siya ni Nhila sa hallway. Pinansin nya agad ako. Tanging nasabi ko lang daw "Hi, Vhong" then he kissed me.. &lt;em&gt;(nalilito pa nga ako sang side sya hahalik.. hehehee)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/vhong.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me and Vhong--kuha yan dito sa office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kilig ito grabe..complete na ang araw ko... :) babaw ko noh? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9918184-111036539130273194?l=insanetesya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/feeds/111036539130273194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9918184&amp;postID=111036539130273194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/111036539130273194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/111036539130273194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/2005/03/kilig-ito.html' title='Kilig ito!!'/><author><name>tesya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411056213137901814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/anaswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9918184.post-111027857069343078</id><published>2005-03-08T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T19:28:02.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Just tried a quiz from Patty and here are the results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Men See You As Desirable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Men often find you immediately attractive and sensual. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(nga ba?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You're honesty is refreshingly beautiful ... it draws guys in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You are also able to be open with your feelings with no emotional baggage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Packing light means you enjoy new relationships easily &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(yeah, true ito!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You Are the Girl Next Door!You're caring, warm, and the girl that nice guys want to marry.Uncomplicated and simple, you've got an easy going attitude guys love.But this doesn't mean you're dull - far from it!You're a great conversationalist, and you're an expert at living the good life. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(yeah, agree uli ako dito)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9918184-111027857069343078?l=insanetesya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/feeds/111027857069343078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9918184&amp;postID=111027857069343078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/111027857069343078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/111027857069343078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/2005/03/is-this-me.html' title='Is this me?'/><author><name>tesya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411056213137901814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/anaswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9918184.post-111036623343377344</id><published>2005-03-07T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T19:34:29.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Gimmick!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6666cc;"&gt;10 pm pa lang naka-pajamas na ako. Nuod lang ako sandali ng "Nip tuck" then plan ko na matulog. Biglang may nag-buzz. Aba sino kaya! Sus si joy my friend. I need to change dyahe kasi nakapantulog ako. She was with her friend Bixby. Yun pala eh yayain ako lumabas. Gosh, on a sunday gigimik ako.. anu ba yun? oh well, no choice I had to join them. Andun na eh..Eto pa nga ang linya ko sa aking friend&lt;em&gt;..."Bakit naman hindi mo ako text para alam ko".&lt;/em&gt; Sagot nya sa akin, &lt;em&gt;"Sa tingen mo pag sinabing kong gimik tayo at di kita puntahan dito (sa house) eh sasama ka?".&lt;/em&gt; Oo nga naman.. nasopla pa tuloy ako. hehehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6666cc;"&gt;We went to Libis and ate at Kyo. Don't have idea where to go after so I suggested sa Punchline na lang. Oh di ba, onti ng tao.... 15 lang ata. Had short chitchat with Kitkat (na panay ang tawag sa akin nung nasa stage sya eh asa restroom ako). Then, uwi na ako without knowing na 3 am na pala. Ilang oras na lang ang itutulog ko.. gosh. 'Pag dating ko, nagluluto na dad ko ng breakfast.. hehehhe.. samantalang ako, matutulog palang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Have no choice but to report for work. Antok talaga ako I swear. Wala akong lakas na magtrabaho at mingle with my friends. Need to rush a script for Persona. Uwi ako 11 pm pero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6666cc;"&gt;di pa rin namin tapos ang script. S**T!! Bagsak talaga ako pagdating ko house... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9918184-111036623343377344?l=insanetesya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/feeds/111036623343377344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9918184&amp;postID=111036623343377344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/111036623343377344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/111036623343377344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/2005/03/sunday-gimmick.html' title='Sunday Gimmick!'/><author><name>tesya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411056213137901814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/anaswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9918184.post-111009275899393598</id><published>2005-03-06T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T15:05:58.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop the time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Few hours from now, Sunday is over. Too bad weekend is about to end again. If only I could stop the clock and put it on hold then enjoy at least another 24 hours of my weekend. This is the hardest part for me because another week is coming ahead of me. No one knows whats gonna happen in the next days to come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I crossed my fingers hoping that: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;* I won't get pissed off with my work, people in my workplace etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;* someone unexpected might text or call  me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;* my friends would ask me to go out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;* extra work (extra money)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;One thing is for sure,its  going to be the same routine again. I just hope i could squeeze in some plans for the week like badminton on Wednesday and videoke or bar hop with my TC friends... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Love moves in mysterious ways... Its always so surprising when love appears over the horizon"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9918184-111009275899393598?l=insanetesya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/feeds/111009275899393598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9918184&amp;postID=111009275899393598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/111009275899393598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/111009275899393598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/2005/03/stop-time.html' title='Stop the time'/><author><name>tesya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411056213137901814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/anaswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9918184.post-110985208826065372</id><published>2005-03-04T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T14:36:05.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hitch</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Yesterday was the best day of my week. I've been wondering where will I go after Karel and Raffy's pictorial in Makati. Its been two or three consecutive Fridays and weekends already and I haven't go out on a gimmick. I text my College buddies-Ernest and Judy if they were free by 7pm. Probably some chat and a good dinner together would be okay. Good thing Ernest was free and very eager to meet up with me. She also needed a break from her busy schedule. Eniweis, we went to Gateway Cubao around 7pm. At long last, we finallly got the chance to hang out in a different mall other than the usual Sta. Lucia and Robinsons Metro East. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It was actually my first time in Gateway! I was so amazed with the ambiance-pretty much like Rockwell or better that other malls I've ever been to. But never plan to shop there--too much expensive stores. After having a sumptous dinner, we watched a movie. Cinemas are great like Glorietta. I thought Shall We Dance is still showing. (I missed it !) Anyway, we were choosing between Constantine and Hitch. I heard Constantine was a good horror film but Im not actually in the mood to get frightened so we watched Hitch of Will Smith. I got to see the trailer of Hitch but didnt get the idea of the story. All i remember is the soundtrack... Yeah of Usher. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I had a good laugh watching Will Smith's movie. It was simple yet handled with good script. One hilarious movie about Mr. Hitch who is a date doctor. He's like the men's consultant--- teaching ways and means of catching the attention of their dream girl. Nothing is impossible for a good guy to win a girl's heart. Moral lesson of the story: There are actually no principles... There was one scene that reminded me of my previous 'friendly' date. The basketball date of Alegria and Albert. Though the sweet part of that scene didnt happen in real life. (lol*). Me and Ernest were joking... we were hoping to meet Mr. Hitch so we could probably ask for help. We are willing to be Mr. Hitch's next 'victim'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Oh, one more thing, I love Will Smith. I've never been a fan of Will but after watching him, I LOVE HIM SO MUCH. He got the sex appeal... his moves, his body... were adorable.. (but Denzel Washington is still in my heart lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;What a faboulous night! I had a good time... I think I have to do this once in a while :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"There are moments in life when you miss someone so much that you just want to pick them from your dreams and hug them for real!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9918184-110985208826065372?l=insanetesya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/feeds/110985208826065372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9918184&amp;postID=110985208826065372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/110985208826065372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/110985208826065372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/2005/03/hitch.html' title='Hitch'/><author><name>tesya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411056213137901814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/anaswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9918184.post-110978068675816545</id><published>2005-03-02T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T18:23:04.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgive and Forget...</title><content type='html'>I&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; never had second of thoughts of forgiving someone who have hurt me in the past. I know that there will always be a 'right time' for forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really can't explained what I'm feeling right now. Mixed emotions. I know I'm ready but my pride says "I was deeply hurt".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a flashblack the moment I saw her. My heart began trembling. My hands were cold and shaking. I felt I was carrying loaded baggages and I needed to unload everything to feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many questions popped in my mind:&lt;br /&gt;Am I ready to forgive?&lt;br /&gt;Am I willing to forget?&lt;br /&gt;Will things be the same again?&lt;br /&gt;What will happen after the reconcilliation?&lt;br /&gt;Is it natural to feel this or is it just part of my monthly blues?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried my heart out with Lea (even if she don't have any idea). Her hug helped me a lot to feel better. Indeed, it was a good cry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard her willingness to reconcile thru our common friends. Honestly, I really don't know if I should be glad when I heard about it. I'm happy at least after how many years of our so called 'cold war', there's a clear possibility of reconciliation. But there's a devil advocate that says 'it really doesnt matter to have her again as a friend'. I have moved on with my life after all the hurt'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this mean I'm not yet ready?Or Am I just torn with my feelings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9918184-110978068675816545?l=insanetesya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/feeds/110978068675816545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9918184&amp;postID=110978068675816545' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/110978068675816545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/110978068675816545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/2005/03/forgive-and-forget.html' title='Forgive and Forget...'/><author><name>tesya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411056213137901814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/anaswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9918184.post-110960898524749988</id><published>2005-03-01T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T20:34:19.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Babae nga naman...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ang babae...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Kapag inis o galit sa isang guy,hindi mapakali.May dramang &lt;strong&gt;"Bahala sya sa buhay nya, hindi ko na sya papansinin". &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Pero after two days, biglang nawala ang pride. Hindi na makatiis. Hindi maintindihan at kating-kating magparamdam.&lt;strong&gt;"Hala sige, bahala na si batman"&lt;/strong&gt;...masunod lang ang gustong gawin. Wala na pakialam kahit magmukhang tanga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Kapag nagreply naman at hindi mashadong warmth ang reply, maiinis sa sarili.. &lt;strong&gt;"Kung bakit ba kasi nagtext pa ako?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Kapag deadma naman, ganun din.... Maiinis lalo ng todo sabay sabing "&lt;strong&gt;Tanga ko talaga, bakit kasi nagtext pa ako?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Parang naghanap lang ng sariling sakit sa ulo. Parang naghanap lang ng sariling kaiinisan..Sino pa nga ba ang nasaktan eh di tayo rin? hay, &lt;strong&gt;babae nga naman. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9918184-110960898524749988?l=insanetesya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/feeds/110960898524749988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9918184&amp;postID=110960898524749988' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/110960898524749988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/110960898524749988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/2005/03/babae-nga-naman.html' title='Babae nga naman...'/><author><name>tesya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411056213137901814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/anaswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9918184.post-110943097334063308</id><published>2005-02-26T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T23:22:19.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joyride blogsite</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Hey guys, feel free to visit and post comments to our newly made blog site.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://joyridelang.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;http://joyridelang.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;. You'll know our sentiments- sa work, sa lovelife at anu-ano pa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Why joyride? Well, hobby na kasi namin ang mag joyride after work. Punta lang kahit saan, kung ano lang maisipan... Bonding sa Baywalk, Tagaytay, sa Baclaran at marami pang iba. Umaga na kung umuwi.You'll discover the crazy side of me and my friends as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Site namin ito ng mga joyride friends ko... i'll post some pictures next time para naman maka-relate kayo. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9918184-110943097334063308?l=insanetesya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/feeds/110943097334063308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9918184&amp;postID=110943097334063308' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/110943097334063308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/110943097334063308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/2005/02/joyride-blogsite.html' title='Joyride blogsite'/><author><name>tesya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411056213137901814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/anaswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9918184.post-110924617749164038</id><published>2005-02-24T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T23:23:01.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poleng's Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I read Poleng's blog about her friends.. I had the same sentiments too. Just the other day, I spoke to one of my closest friends. We had a good conversation and we were just wonderin why our "dear" friends have been out of reach. No one have thought of asking us of how we're doing lately. They know where to reach us (thru mobile fone, office and home no) but no one dared to make us feel that they care. A simple 'hi or hello' or even a forwarded message would mean a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like the friendship have ended...I know they're busy with work or with their personal lives but is that an excuse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends know me as the type who would exert effort to organize reunion, out of town trips, asaltos, get together, etc. Though it was really hard, I enjoyed every moment of it. I always feel great whenever I've done something that would be worth remembering for me and for my friends. I text them whenever have time. Some were kind enough to respond but most of them, didnt bother to react. Then I realized it is also unfair on my part to make them feel '&lt;strong&gt; I'm always here'&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;I'm 'always' the one reaching out&lt;/strong&gt;. I told myself &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"kung deadma sila eh di deadma rin ako"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Ganun lang 'yun di ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A true friend listen to your stories even they are not so good and symphatizes with your trouble even if they are not so bad"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9918184-110924617749164038?l=insanetesya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/feeds/110924617749164038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9918184&amp;postID=110924617749164038' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/110924617749164038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/110924617749164038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/2005/02/polengs-blog.html' title='Poleng&apos;s Blog'/><author><name>tesya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411056213137901814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/anaswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9918184.post-110890231313874208</id><published>2005-02-20T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T20:38:12.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homily!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sunday again. Same routine. I woke up early to attend mass.Alone as always. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I was wonderin' what would be today's homily. Makakarelate kaya ako? Malamang hindi. Madalas kasi ganun, di ba?) at aantukin na naman ako. Oh well, I was wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Homily was about a woman in her thirties who havent found her partner in life. She've been praying for the right guy to come. Her friends were not surprised. Masungit daw kasi. &lt;em&gt;(aray, ako ba ito?).&lt;/em&gt; Until, she met one guy younger than her. A guy that she have been praying for so long. A guy she would want to spend her life with. And a guy who totally change her as a person. &lt;em&gt;(hindi na daw naging masungit, hehehe)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Istorya ko ba ito? Sana naman hindi...'yung aabot sa thirty yrs old. heehe. In a way, yes. Still searching for my prince. Sungit? Maniwala man kayo o hindi (mabasa man ito ng mga friends ko), hindi talaga ako masungit sa guys. Believe me? Intimidated lang siguro sila sa 'ken. I'm the type who wouldnt want to reach out e lalo na pag first meeting. But once na napatawa ako, ayun na... huli na ang kiliti ko. Most girls would want a humorous guy di ba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Truth is I'm sick and tired of hearing comments from friends. Saying &lt;em&gt;"kasalanan ko daw kaya wala ako bf".. "kesyo masungit ako", "kesyo ganito.. kesyo ganyan"...&lt;/em&gt; Tama na, ok? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kasalanan ko nga ba? anyway, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I know myself more than anyone else.... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9918184-110890231313874208?l=insanetesya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/feeds/110890231313874208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9918184&amp;postID=110890231313874208' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/110890231313874208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/110890231313874208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/2005/02/homily.html' title='Homily!'/><author><name>tesya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411056213137901814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/anaswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9918184.post-110866350132849963</id><published>2005-02-18T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T16:01:12.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish I wasn't</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Here's a song by heather headley.. I haven't heard this but a friend told me that this is a nice love song. kinda obvious... ganda kasi ng lyrics..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Looking forward to hear this song ... dedicated to you Joy, Patty (to the rest of my girlfriends out there) ... Still figurin' out if this is my song as of the moment...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;First verse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I’m home alone again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And you’re out, hanging with your friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So you say, but I know it’s not quite that way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;It’s getting pretty late and you haven’t checked on me all day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;When I called you didn’t answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Now I’m feeling like you’re ignoring me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I wish that you were home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Holding me,tight in your arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And I wish, I could go back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;To the day before we met and skip my regret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I wish I wasn’t in love with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So you couldn’t hurt me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;It just ain’t fair the way you treat me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;No you don’t deserve me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Wasted my time thinking about you and you ain’t never gone change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I wish I wasn’t in love with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So I wouldn’t feel this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Verse 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;When you touch me my heart melts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And everything you did wrong I forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So you play me and take advantage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Of the love that I feel for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Why you wanna hurt me so bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I believed in you thats why I’m so mad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Now I’m drowning in disappointment, and it’s hard for me to even look at you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I wish that you were home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Holding me tight in your arms ooh baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I wish I could go back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;To the day before we met and skip my regret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Bridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Said you care about me, but from what I see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I ain’t feeling that, so I disagree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Gave you all my love and understanding and you treated me like your enemy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So leave me alone, don’t want nothing from you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Just go back where you came from this house is no longer your home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;You can not never come no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Chorus (repeat 2x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Outro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I hear you knocking at my door again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I’m wondering should I let you in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I open up the door and see the flowers for me so beautiful in your hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;You start begging me to take you back,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I’ve always been a sucker for romance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And before you know it I can see, you’re all over me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Oh no here I go again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I wish I wasn’t in love with you so you couldn’t hurt me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9918184-110866350132849963?l=insanetesya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/feeds/110866350132849963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9918184&amp;postID=110866350132849963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/110866350132849963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/110866350132849963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-wish-i-wasnt.html' title='I wish I wasn&apos;t'/><author><name>tesya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411056213137901814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/anaswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9918184.post-110863570893748897</id><published>2005-02-17T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T14:11:46.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've done working my monthly liquidation yesterday. Yeheey! hindi sumakit ang ulo ko- kakawenta ng mga gastusin at kakaisip kung bakit kulang o sobra ang pera ng Promo.&lt;em&gt; (hay, sana pera ko na lang yun.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Good news..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I had meeting with Dang. She got me as debut organizer. Raket ito!! yahoo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boredom... boredom.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Have nothing to do today. I browsed some files on my PC. Hmp... got an idea, I'll just post some of my file pictures. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Check this out and You'll get an idea of how is it working in ABS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pictures.. pictures...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/IMG_4628.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/IMG_4627.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Its me and Bea during our pictorial for Buzz mag last year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(eh anong sabi ng itsu ko, hehehe mukhang ewan noh.. keber!).&lt;/em&gt; That's part of my work. We always make sure that our artist looks good in every pictorial. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 378px; HEIGHT: 263px" height="263" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/IMG_4673.jpg" width="399" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nice girl 'yang si Bea. Enjoy ako 'pag kasama sya. Sarap kausap!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/IMG_4683.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Taken after our pictorial shoot.. 6PM, off to go back to ABS...Me, Peachy (bea's road manager) and Bey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;More results of boredom...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/office.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my talent center friends... picture taking as always!! Hobby namin yan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/mcdo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After office..isa sa mga kakaibang trip.Para kaming mga promdi noh na bagong dating sa maynila.Magpapic ba ke ronald mcdonalds hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/Manaog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Two years ago..Trip to Manaoag and Baguio...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One of the memorable trips we've had. 4 am pull out going to Manaoag Church.We arrived at 9 am. Then, we went to Baguio to have lunch and ukay-ukay.. Hanep sa trip noh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We were 9! pinagkasha ang sarili namin sa isang delica... hahaha. Sakit sa katawan. Back to manila 12midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Never live your life for a man before you find what makes you truly happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9918184-110863570893748897?l=insanetesya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/feeds/110863570893748897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9918184&amp;postID=110863570893748897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/110863570893748897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/110863570893748897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/2005/02/boredom.html' title='Boredom...'/><author><name>tesya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411056213137901814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/anaswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9918184.post-110838170989860090</id><published>2005-02-14T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T14:51:49.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hearts Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bora day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ngarag day for us... (ngarag means toxic, busy).I needed to be at the office so we could prepare eveything for the bora presscon. Kahit ganun ka-busy, ok lang kasi nagsawa naman sa mga halik ng hunks... Echo, Peejay, Diet and Bj (isama ko pa ba si amir?) I attended another event -launch of 30 shows of ABS. Kaliwa't kanan ang kailangang bantayan. hay What a day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Hula ni Madam Marissa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Napag-tripan naming punta ke te marissa. sya ang suki naming manghuhula.Orginally, dapat kami lang ni te net. Ayun, grace and patty decided to join us. We had fun hearing those "hula"! Syempre, ako pinakanakakaliw (depressing?) na hula.. hehhee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whatever they say, whether they're against "hula", i dont care. I enjoyed it! Kanya-kanyang belief lang yan. Its a matter of how you take it. Di ko naman sinerseryoso yun.. for fun lang..&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ilang mga "hula"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;* new work;new environment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;* will receive a good news this april&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;* travel outside the country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lovelife- wag na kaya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;V Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I would rather hook myself in front of the computer-chat with friends;check my blog, YM and friendster, rather than watch all those featured love stories in time for the VDay! Bitter? Sabi nga nila, why hurt myself? Di naman daw ako makakarelate. argh!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyway, I caught myself watching KONTROBERSYAL. A story about a foreigner in his 50's- looking for his lost love after 30 years. Gosh! Ang hirap nun ah. Pero I admired the guy for his gesture. All this time, he realized that Marina Alvarez -a filipina is the love of his life... Sarap ng feeling noh? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy vday to everyone! Thanks to all my friends who greeted me.Syempre, greet ko rin mga friends ko. We had coffee at starbucks-just to feel the spirit of vday. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hay, kung pwede lang talagang maglaho ng araw na ito e ginawa ko na...di na naman ako makarelate! hehehhe.Pero okay na rin kasi I saw my crush-Vhong Navarro. Kahit malayo sya, greet nya ako happy vday. Kilig! dont you worry guys, im okay.. believe me :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you have ANY doubt in your mind about a man's character, leave him alone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9918184-110838170989860090?l=insanetesya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/feeds/110838170989860090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9918184&amp;postID=110838170989860090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/110838170989860090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/110838170989860090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/2005/02/hearts-day.html' title='Hearts Day!'/><author><name>tesya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411056213137901814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/anaswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9918184.post-110796799919834331</id><published>2005-02-10T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T21:07:47.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice to be back!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Oh well, i miss posting a new blog... Its been weeks since my last blog. There have been so many things that had happened...Some were worth remembering and some weren't. I hope i won’t miss out on anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Mga pangyayari ng mga nakalipas na araw...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Weekends were the same. Monday- same… Tuesday- same. I havent heard anything from this guy after Saturday night. I’ve been wondering if our plans of going out on Wednesday will push thru. He promised to remind me. ‘lam nya kasi na may “kalimot” factor ako eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Wednesday na, Wala pa rin? Ano ba yun? Yoko sana magtext pero ginawa ko na rin kesa naman naghihintay ako sa wala. Ending: Hindi pala kami tuloy! Eh lekat naman pala kung di pa ako nagparamdam eh di ko pa malalaman. Tama ba yun? Grrr!! Sana man lang ipinaalam agad di ba? Ay ewan! Forget it…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WORK---&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;NOTHINGS NEW. Same old stuff. There’s nothing to do or to get “ngarag” with. Eto talagang kind of work namin eh kakaiba. Kapag walang gagawin, wala talaga. Pero pag meron naman, susmio iinit ang ulo ko sa dami ng work. To the extent na hindi ko na alam ang uunahin…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Last Thursday while me and Portia were working on Weng’s resume (portia’s hubby), our lady boss went to our office and asked me to go to her office. Eww! Nakakatense. Na-principal office ako bigla! It was all about an inquiry. I committed “Daw” to give artist for UP students. I was firmed on my statement. “I will try my best!”..- this was my exact statement. Hello? I never committed to anyone- for several reasons; 1st: its hard to get artist na walang talent fee. Of course, manager would always prefer other bookings na lang-can’t blame them for that ; 2nd: hindi naman lahat ng artists pwedeng isabak sa kung san lang. I need to assess them naman 3rd: regular schedule should always be prioritized. 4th: schedule ng artists laging walang kasiguraduhan. Ilang beses na follow-up dapat ang gawin. Anyway, I explained my side already! Nakakaloka talaga ang mundong ginagalawan ko. Minsan may power tripping. May mga petty issues na ginagawang big deal. Isa lang ang masasabi ko, patience is a virtue… kaya thess, magtimpi. Grrr!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;May Kapalit naman pala…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Matapos akong ma-bad trip. May nangyari namang maganda. I was asked by Portia to go somewhere- UK Kamias. I’m not really fond of going to Uk but because i wanna feel good, I went with her and Patty. Marami ganda dun pero wala naman ako nabili.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;He texted me na. Tuloy daw kami ng Friday. Na-excite ba ako? Hindi rin. While having dinner, I was surprised to receive a text from him. He asked if its okey to meet him that night. Nyek! At first, ayaw ko sana pero sige na nga samahan ko lang daw sya. That Thursday night was our second meeting. I had the best time. Sarap tumawa! Pareho kasi kaming sira ulo kaya ganun... I discovered so many things about him and his personal life. Some were too personal-about his past and present. Thankful na rin ako kasi he trusted me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;. I felt at ease. Sana nga lang hindi drawing ang mga sinabi nya…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kapag masaya ka pala ng isang araw, di ibig sabihin masaya ka uli sa susunod…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The next day was a different story. This was supposedly the highlight of my week becoz this was planned weeks before pa...Kakadisappoint! We went out to watch basketball.Wala ata sa sarili e. I know something was bothering him that night. In as much as I want to ask him more about his prob, I’d rather kept quiet and listened to what he had to share. May kwentuhan naman pero hindi kasing saya ng una… Anything special or anything more than that? Wala. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I received a number of text from my TC friends. They asked me what happened. I told them that it was not that special! ‘Yun lang… kung sila ang na-disaapoint, paano pa kaya ako noh? Hehehhe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Another weekend comes…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;After so many years of not seeing her, Lovie (my highschool friend) came home from Japan. Nagpunta sya sa house. 2 am na kami natapos at walang humpay na kwentuhan at baklaan ang nangyari. I went to her wedding at Westin last Sat. It was a simple wedding. I met new friends and potential clients as well. I become interested on pursuing my career as events organizer. Marami kasing palpak yung wedding planner ng friend ko at ako ang naging shock absober nya. I realized bakit nga di ko i-pursue eh madali lang naman eh. So ayun, na-excite ako! Gusto kong gawing part time work. Besides, I want to be preoocupied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Emote daw ang drama ko nung weekend. Hindi ko rin maintidihan kung baket. Weird noh? Mixed Emotions. I’ve talked to some friends--- Joy, Leah and Me- Ann. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Joy is my friend since first year high.She’s one of my few friends whom I trusted. Simple, head- turner and intelligent. She dated a couple of times and fell inlove with someone she didn’t expect. Magulo ang buhay pag-ibig nya. Minsan sila ng guy minsan naman hindi. Pasaway talaga. I have always been there during her loneliest moments. Lahat na yata ng klase ng advise binigay ko pero TANGA nga yata ang tao pag umibig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Leah is my officemate. Fashionista girl who wows me with her new look each day at the office Cool at masaya kasama. Liberated than the usual INC friends I’ve met. Grabe!! Hindi ko kinakaya ang mga diskarte nya sa boys. She knows how to handle guys but sometimes she’s like me, tired of analyzing things about men… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me-ann was a former highschool classmate. Boyish ang lola kong ito nun pero ngayon kagandahan at girl na talaga. Years have passed. I havent heard anything about her after graduation. Thanks to friendster! Lagi kaming magkachika sa YM. Updated na rin sya in a way. Ibang Me-ann na ang nakilala ko… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I cried while chatting with Leah.&lt;em&gt; (oops not because of this guy-excuse me, he's not worth my tears, ehem) &lt;/em&gt;we were actually talking about life. Sapul ang mga sinabi nya sa akin... I want to thank you leah for listening to all my sentiments. To my dear friend Joy, I learned so much from your experience and I will always remember that! I know youre praying for my happiness. Me-ann, da best ka rin.. Kahit malayo ka, andyan ka for me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Others&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;* Back to badminton... I enjoyed playing again.. Sarap! i was with Gidget, te luz, te monch, alan etc. Thanks to Jerte-sinundo nila ako sa Commonwealth para ihatid sa Marikina kahit oa na sa pagka out of way at taga dun na sya.. hehehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;* Three or four days later. My friends were asking for updates already, specifically about this guy.i havent heard anything about him since friday night. Ive eaten my pride, i texted him and he didnt respond. Do i need to say more? gimme a break!!! End of story... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;MOVE ON...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Whats the best way to move on? Syempre, shopping. Me and Patty went to Divisoria to buy some stuff for Bora presscon. Syempre sinamantala namin ang pagkakataon. Gosh, ang dami konabili for myself. ang saya!! I wanna go back and shop again...effective pala yun noh para mawala ang inis... hehhehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;* How time flies. lapit na naman ang holy week Ash wednesday. Me, Patty, Gidget and Ana went to Sacred Heart Church... I received a call from Kei. She asked me if Im free on Saturday. I said yes. Sama daw ako and Elaine sa Quezon. Yahoo! exciting ito.. bonding kami uli..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If a man wants you, nothing can keep him away. If he doesn't want you, nothing can make him stay. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9918184-110796799919834331?l=insanetesya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/feeds/110796799919834331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9918184&amp;postID=110796799919834331' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/110796799919834331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/110796799919834331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/2005/02/nice-to-be-back.html' title='Nice to be back!!'/><author><name>tesya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411056213137901814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/anaswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9918184.post-110718377591472903</id><published>2005-01-31T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T19:31:00.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday night with Joy!!</title><content type='html'>I received a text asking if i would like to go out and watch basketball. He knew that I'm also a basketball fanatic. I said yes.. no prob at all. Until i found out that he is actually attached with "someone"... meaning? MAY GIRLFRIEND-may sabit!. What was my initial reaction? of course, I was shocked. I havent learned about it since the time we were communicating. Or rather, I haven't tried asking him... There was a small voice that said that I shouldnt have said yes. I wanted to backed out but i already said yes before i knew about it. Guess I was kinda afraid that someone might be hurt. There's a guilt feeling in me. I dont know if its right to feel this way. Oh well, a close friend told me that theres nothing wrong to go out with a friend, right? I just hope others will understand that... Just like what my friends told me, its just a friendly date. Better than a date with expectations..right? In a way, its a blessing in disguise...at least i know how to handle this and i know where i stand... a naughty remark from a friend, PLAY the THE GAME well!!! its fun lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was supposed to be a girls night out with my highschool buddies.Joy asked Jennie and Arlene to go out. Its been a while since the last time we went out. everything was well planned but for some reasons, Jen and Arlene didnt make it. So, it was only me and Joy who laughed our heart out in Laffline. Oh well, we enjoyed naman although mas enjoy sana if two of our friends were there. We had a good conversation that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy and Me have been friends since first year high. It was great to spend that kind of time again where we could talk about anything-- about life, lovelife, future and almost everything that had happened in our lives for the past months. We have constant communication thru text and phone calls but bonding with her again in person was definitely the best!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9918184-110718377591472903?l=insanetesya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/feeds/110718377591472903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9918184&amp;postID=110718377591472903' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/110718377591472903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/110718377591472903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/2005/01/saturday-night-with-joy.html' title='Saturday night with Joy!!'/><author><name>tesya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411056213137901814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/anaswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9918184.post-110716928228595389</id><published>2005-01-31T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T19:34:32.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Five things about Me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Five Things You May Not Know About My Time in School&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I was never elected secretary when I was in gradeschool but my teachers had asked me to do the job. Then, become a consistent secretary of our class in highschool.&lt;br /&gt;*I was chosen as the class muse on 6th grade.. Yuck! Napagtripan kasi ako kasi may avid suitor ako that time..&lt;br /&gt;*I was an active dancer in school programs ( from gradeschool to college.)&lt;br /&gt;*Our batch (masscom ’94) was under probation-- weeks before our graduation. Grounds: Smoking and driking during our retreat in Tagaytay&lt;br /&gt;*Me and my classmates were late in our first day of Class in Biology. We had our 5 hours break before the said class so we decided to watch a movie, Darna of Anjanette Abayari in Ali Mall. Baduy!! lol Punishment: We were asked to stand for 3 hours during our class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five Things You May Not Know About the Job/s I Have (or Had)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;I used to work as a telecommunicator in INFOCOM. Part timer lang..&lt;br /&gt;* I had my worst experience when I went home late-had my OT. Sobrang traumatic..&lt;br /&gt;*In as much as I want to relax whenever I’m with my friends, I can’t get away with the fact that Im working in ABS—so called "showbiz". My friends kept bugging me about the latest news, about their fave stars. Susko!!&lt;br /&gt;*It is a prestige to be working in a company such as ABS but it doesn’t mean that we are well compensated.. huhu&lt;br /&gt;*I tried to be a Talent Coordinator for Martin Late at Night and Scriptwriter for Persona seen in Cinema One… and tried acting once in “Arriba Arriba”…. 4 thousand pesos per episode/ script/1 scene is not bad..&lt;br /&gt;*I tried leaving ABS and applied in other companies but for some unexplainable reasons, I’m still here in Talent Center. 6 years to be exact.. Oh well, I feel like home. Iba magmahal ang kapamilya charing. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five Things You May Not Know About My Online Life:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I enjoyed YM, blog and friendster.&lt;br /&gt;* I’m using insanetesya as my nick in YM.&lt;br /&gt;*I spend 3-4 hours in surfing and chatting&lt;br /&gt;*Some of the closest friends I have now, are my friends from gradeschool whom I havent seen for 15 years-thanks to friendster!!&lt;br /&gt;*I’m fond of reading Poleng’s (paula peralejo) blog and my other friends' blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five Things You May Not Know About Where I Live:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*20 y&lt;/strong&gt;ears na kami sa bahay namin.. Our own house.&lt;br /&gt;* Maraming tsismosa sa amin.&lt;br /&gt;* Green gate because its my dad's fave color.&lt;br /&gt;* We don’t bring our house key. Nakatago yun somewhere.. secret&lt;br /&gt;* Walang pakialaman sa compound namin..Pero pag hingi ng movie at ASAP passes naalala ako.. hmp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five Things You May Not Know About My Home Life:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Most of my weekends are spend at home. Usually every Sunday lang kami sama-sama maglunch.&lt;br /&gt;*I cook pag walang magluluto. I clean our restrooms every Saturday morning pag wala manglilinis (ang sipag ko noh?)&lt;br /&gt;*Me and my sis share the same room. I want to have my own room.Sikip na kasi.&lt;br /&gt;*I always have a pile of bags and shoes, sandals all over our room.&lt;br /&gt;*I usually wake up 10 am or 11 am every Saturday. Usher CD is our latest addiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five Things You May Not Know that I Desperately Want:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* to have sincere, gentleman, humorous and committed boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;* to travel around the world&lt;br /&gt;* to have my own business.&lt;br /&gt;* to have my own car&lt;br /&gt;* to have my digital cam (very soon !!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five Embarrassing Fannish Admissions I Have That You May Not Know:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I was an active member of Noli Locsin Fans Club (at the height ng Ginebra fever!). Hindi ako mahilig. Sinamahan ko lang sis ko ending ako ang naging active. Secretary pa ng fans club!&lt;br /&gt;* I have a compilation of Sharon Cuneta’s picture.&lt;br /&gt;* I was a fan of Mandy Moore. I attended her presscon in Makati Shang and asked for her autograph.&lt;br /&gt;* I usually go to Cuneta Astrodome and Araneta Coliseum to watch the regular practice of Ginebra. Patay na patay kasi ako ke Vince Hizon at Bal David.&lt;br /&gt;* I was an avid fan of Eraserheads. Wala ako ginawa kundi tumawag sa bahay ni Ely Buendia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five Things You May Not Know About What I Do in a Typical Day:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I wake up around 9 am, have my breakfast (di pwedeng hindi kasi may ulcer ako), shower then alis for work.&lt;br /&gt;*I turn on the radio immediately after taking a bath.&lt;br /&gt;*I check my blog, email, friendster, YG and Yahoo.&lt;br /&gt;*My office attire would depend on my mood for the day.&lt;br /&gt;*I could take a bath as fast as I could...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9918184-110716928228595389?l=insanetesya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/feeds/110716928228595389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9918184&amp;postID=110716928228595389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/110716928228595389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/110716928228595389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/2005/01/five-things-about-me.html' title='Five things about Me...'/><author><name>tesya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411056213137901814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/anaswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9918184.post-110716788277938705</id><published>2005-01-31T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T18:38:02.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A woman should have</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;...&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a past juicy enough that&lt;br /&gt;she's looking forward to&lt;br /&gt;retelling it in her old age...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;...a set of screwdrivers,&lt;br /&gt;a cordless drill, and a black&lt;br /&gt;lace bra...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;..one friend who always makes&lt;br /&gt;her laugh... and one who lets&lt;br /&gt;her cry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;...a good piece of furniture&lt;br /&gt;not previously owned by anyone&lt;br /&gt;else in her family..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;...eight matching plates, wine&lt;br /&gt;glasses with stems, and a recipe&lt;br /&gt;for a meal that will make her&lt;br /&gt;guests feel honored..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;...a feeling of control over&lt;br /&gt;her destiny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;..how to fall in love without&lt;br /&gt;losing herself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;..how to quit a job,&lt;br /&gt;break up with a lover,&lt;br /&gt;and confront a friend&lt;br /&gt;without ruining the friendship...&lt;br /&gt;and how to change a tire!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;...when to try harder... and&lt;br /&gt;when to walk away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;...that she can't change the&lt;br /&gt;length of her calves, the width&lt;br /&gt;of her hips, or the nature of her&lt;br /&gt;parents...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;...that her childhood may not&lt;br /&gt;have been perfect...but its&lt;br /&gt;over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;...what she would and wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;do for love or more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;..how to live alone... even if&lt;br /&gt;she doesn't like it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;...whom she can trust,&lt;br /&gt;whom she can't,&lt;br /&gt;and why she shouldn't&lt;br /&gt;take it personally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;...where to go...&lt;br /&gt;be it to her best friend's kitchen table....&lt;br /&gt;or a charming inn in the woods...&lt;br /&gt;when her soul needs soothing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;what she can and can't&lt;br /&gt;accomplish in a day..&lt;br /&gt;a month...and a year..&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9918184-110716788277938705?l=insanetesya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/feeds/110716788277938705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9918184&amp;postID=110716788277938705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/110716788277938705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/110716788277938705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/2005/01/woman-should-have.html' title='A woman should have'/><author><name>tesya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411056213137901814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/anaswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9918184.post-110691435570840353</id><published>2005-01-25T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T14:17:33.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 28th birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;We've been textmates since then. Oh, It seems like I found a new friend in him. My friends have been bugging me about this guy---he might be the one. Sobrang advance mag-isip. Ganyan ata talaga pag never pang nakaboyfriend... so sad naman. I just told them I'll just be taking each day as it comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was supposed to be the start of my bday leave.I decided to report for work because I have so many things to do... After our birthday presscon, we went to Tagayatay. Niyaya kasi kami ng friend naming kasalukuyang nagha-honeymoon. Bored at pagod na siguro sila kaya ayun sunod kami. Dun ko na sinalubong ako birthday ko.. huhuhuhu. Im 28 years old already.... dami naman nakaalala.Some even called to greet me. One wish they had for me?... LOVELIFE!! huhuhuhu. Sabi ko sa Mama ko, "Ma, ang tanda ko na noh?" You know what my mom said?.. "Oo tanda mo na, mag-asawa ka na". bwahahahhaaa.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kahit puyat (5 am na kasi kami umuwi) pinilit ko na wag gano matulog.. Yoko naman i-celebrate ang bday ko sa kama the whole day. hehheee. I went to church and I asked my family to have a sumptous dinner at Dampa, Libis. Then, Punta naman kami ni Elaine and Kei sa Antipolo for some chitchat. House na ako before 1 am.Simple yet memorable bday! Now, i have to get used --- im no longer 27 but a wise 28 year old lady!! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9918184-110691435570840353?l=insanetesya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/feeds/110691435570840353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9918184&amp;postID=110691435570840353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/110691435570840353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/110691435570840353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/2005/01/my-28th-birthday.html' title='My 28th birthday!'/><author><name>tesya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411056213137901814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/anaswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9918184.post-110639526157364666</id><published>2005-01-22T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T13:02:06.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/anaswedding.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is it!! maid of honor, ANA and ENG's Wedding. Taken at Marikina Hotel, January 21, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At long last, Ana and Eng decided to get married after 10 years of being girlfriends and boyfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/anaandmeatwedding.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9918184-110639526157364666?l=insanetesya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/feeds/110639526157364666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9918184&amp;postID=110639526157364666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/110639526157364666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/110639526157364666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/2005/01/wedding.html' title='Wedding!'/><author><name>tesya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411056213137901814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/anaswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9918184.post-110675372046429027</id><published>2005-01-20T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T20:06:52.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joyride with Knight!</title><content type='html'>Thursday afternoon was a busy day for me. I woke up around 5 am to meet up with my relatives in NAIA.Well, it was a sad morning for me because another close couz of mine left.Oh well thats life! Sometimes we really have to sacrifice our happiness being with our family -- for a better future...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reported for work past 1 pm already and I needed to deliver bday gift for my boss' client. I had to ask Patty to accompany me so I could enjoy naman my travel going to Bonifacio. (somewhere in North area) Since it was too early to leave for our press visit, I finished our monitoring for the day... Exactly 5 PM, I got a text from Jordan ( son of mang Danny -owner of the van we usually rented). I knew him before pa but never had the chance to talk to him that much. we left around 5:30Pm and arrived at Lloydy's place at 7PM. Just the usual, had dinner and chitchat with the press people. Me, EricJohn and 'Te net had our own "Chikahan". Syempre, off the record... bawal dito i-share kasi confidential. Anyway, we finished around 9pm (i think). I was supposed to go home but since I arrived late at the office , I decided to go back to ABS para hatid ang mga kasama namin. Kulang pa kasi ako sa oras saka sulsol na rin ni "te Net.Unexpectedly, I had a hearty conversation with this guy....Kalog din kasi so nakasundo kami. May konting bola pero deadma naman ako. Naka-agaw ng pansin sa akin yung the way sya magkwento.. parang kilala na nya talaga ako ah. Parang may background check kumbaga.Parang kaming nagtour saan-san. Ang short cut ay naging long cut. Tinuro nya sa akin how to get to Marikina Hotel (which happens to be the place where I should go for the next day's event-Ana's Wedding) I asked him kasi about the place... 'Yoko na sana kasi out of way. Pero mapilit kaya sige na nga. I noticed we went somewhere else after we passed by Marikina Hotel. So I asked him... "San na tayo?" oh no, without butting an eyelash he said we are heading to their place to meet with my former highschool teacher who happens to be their neighbor. Shocks, mukhang mahabang kwentuhan ito. ANyway, wala na ako magagawa andun na eh.. Kwentuhan kami ng teacher ko at konting recapped ng highschool days. I decided to end the conversation na rin kasi late na medyo nakakahiya. I just told my Mrs. Abat that I'll be visiting her soon. Hatid naman nya ako after... Saya! I enjoyed his company... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9918184-110675372046429027?l=insanetesya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/feeds/110675372046429027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9918184&amp;postID=110675372046429027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/110675372046429027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/110675372046429027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/2005/01/joyride-with-knight.html' title='Joyride with Knight!'/><author><name>tesya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411056213137901814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/anaswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9918184.post-110662958728393756</id><published>2005-01-18T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T13:21:41.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy week!</title><content type='html'>The week that was!!! (very startalk..lol) The past week was toxic. Ana's surprise bridal shower was the highlight of the of the week.Despite the rush preparation, it went well as planned. Puro tawanan at sigawan!! we werent able to hire a male stripper so I just asked Eng (anas hubby) to tease ana.. It was fun!! After the bridal shower, we went to Antipolo for some chitchat. Ana stayed at our place while waiting for eNG. Magdamag na kwentuhan! Next day, kahit late ayun inuna ko pa raw ang magpapedicure lol... Syempre nalimutan ko na may lakad pala kami ng boss ko.. Ang suot ko ay di nababagay sa okasyon hehhee. Pero nagawan ko ng paraan!! lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9918184-110662958728393756?l=insanetesya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/feeds/110662958728393756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9918184&amp;postID=110662958728393756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/110662958728393756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/110662958728393756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/2005/01/busy-week.html' title='Busy week!'/><author><name>tesya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411056213137901814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/anaswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9918184.post-110585820466464809</id><published>2005-01-16T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T21:30:23.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FATE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Friday night, I was supposed to go out with my highschool friends but something came up so instead of going home I asked my gradeschool friend Elaine to have some coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at home on a weekend. Well its better.. so I could get-away from temptations of buying stuff.Jjust the usual.. I woke up late, watched TV and surfed the net. I was encouraged by my sis to watch a korean movie entitled "My sassy girl".Im not actually fond of watching movies with subtitles for some reason I enjoyed watching "My sassy.."- a lovestory about two strangers who met by chance and by fate...the girl believes that if a guy is meant to you, you'll meet him by chance-somewhere,anytime and probably in a right time... Fate is destiny.. BUT fate depends on how you make it. One quote that striked me and had somehow changed my views---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;FATE&lt;/span&gt; is BUILDING the BRIDGE of CHANCE for Your LOVE". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;That same night I received a text from nhils..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"TiMeS LiKe ThEsE WhEn YoU ArE aLL TiReD aNd FeeLinG WaSteD. DoInG ThInGs JuSt To PrEoccuPy YouR MiNd aNd aVoId ThE ThOuGhT Of SoMeOnE. WhY aLL oF a SuDDeN,YoU mIss Him So BaD. U WaNteD tO CrY AnD iT HuRtS YoU, KnOwInG YoU CaN't HaVe HiIM AgAiN . Its JuSt HiTs YoU RiGhT In ThE MIDDLE.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9918184-110585820466464809?l=insanetesya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/feeds/110585820466464809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9918184&amp;postID=110585820466464809' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/110585820466464809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/110585820466464809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/2005/01/fate.html' title='FATE!'/><author><name>tesya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411056213137901814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/anaswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9918184.post-110563226958640420</id><published>2005-01-13T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T11:46:27.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird Dream!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;etting was at the old church. It was one nice afternoon where all the guests were present. The bride looked very eager to enter the church. She even wanted to wait inside the church to see whats happening. close friends and relatives were all eager to see the groom and the bride. This is like the wedding of the century!!!the entourage marched ... and when the bride was walking down the aisle, she felt that there was something wrong.. FIRST, she noticed her father not wearing the proper attire for the event.. instead of barong and pants, the bride's father was wearing a white sando and black shorts. the father said, "Okey lang ito!!". SECOND, the bride felt that THERE WAS NO GROOM in front of the altar waiting for her!!...What happened next? oh well, it was 9 am already.. i woke up when i felt i had to rush to the restroom... It was all a dream...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I thought it was for real..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Who's the bride? well, i felt it was me.. They say that whatever your dream was- would mean the opposite of what might happen in the future. .. &lt;em&gt;o&lt;/em&gt;h&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;an anyone help me figure out whats the meaning of my weird dream? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9918184-110563226958640420?l=insanetesya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/feeds/110563226958640420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9918184&amp;postID=110563226958640420' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/110563226958640420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/110563226958640420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/2005/01/weird-dream.html' title='Weird Dream!'/><author><name>tesya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411056213137901814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/anaswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9918184.post-110553511508772028</id><published>2005-01-12T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T15:57:32.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life full of pressure!</title><content type='html'>I was surprised to receive a wedding invitation from a highschool friend, Lovie. She'll be coming home soon in time for her civil wedding in Westin.... Pressure!!.. hehehehe..Days before that, i also got the chance to talk to my close friend, Jennie. She told me about her plans of getting married before the year ends.. Another Pressure!! Hmp.. this made me realized that most of my friends are settling down.. and there are only few single ladies left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I'm fond of attending weddings.. I love seeing someone close to me walking down the aisle and saying their vows to their partner.... I feel the joy every bride could have on that special day...oh well, weddings really makes me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many questions popped in...will i meet someone who's worthy of being my lifetime partner? will i be seeing myself walking down the aisle just like them? or will i be embracing the vows of single blessedness. huhuhuhu (wag naman noh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess this is just the start of my birthday blues. few days from now ill be a year older... still, everyone's asking me one question.. WHEN ARE YOU GETTING MARRIED? or rather.. WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO HAVE A BF?bwahahahhaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9918184-110553511508772028?l=insanetesya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/feeds/110553511508772028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9918184&amp;postID=110553511508772028' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/110553511508772028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/110553511508772028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/2005/01/life-full-of-pressure.html' title='Life full of pressure!'/><author><name>tesya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411056213137901814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/anaswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9918184.post-110553496694079651</id><published>2005-01-12T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T16:23:04.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A night at the Baywalk!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/baywalkpic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/meandnila.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmp.. we went to Baywalk. It was my first time!! hehehe.. With me are Nhila, Jerry and Grace.. Saya!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9918184-110553496694079651?l=insanetesya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/feeds/110553496694079651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9918184&amp;postID=110553496694079651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/110553496694079651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/110553496694079651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/2005/01/night-at-baywalk.html' title='A night at the Baywalk!!'/><author><name>tesya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411056213137901814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/anaswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9918184.post-110527449915559046</id><published>2005-01-09T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T20:28:50.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kuya A, kaw ang salarin!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;onding with my Talent Center friends is always the best thing to do whenever i want to be preoccupied. We were scheduled to watch a movie but because of unexpected circumstances or should i say "expected", it didnt push thru.. we waited for Kuya A for hours until we finally decided to just have dinner somewhere in Morato. We were all starving for a good meal.. We ended up in Sizzling's Morato while the rest of the gang went to Tia's for some drinks. The manager were staring at us and looked like he wanted to get rid of us at the place. Why? because we didnt bother to order for anything.. bwaahahhaa. We had our joyride with Jerry and his newfound friend named Philip.. One thing i want to share, It's fun to hang out with my crazy TC family. .&lt;strong&gt;ANG SARAP TUMAWA!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day, I had my dentist appointment and went straight to the office. I cleaned up some old stuff. Kakapagod! Lloydie (john lloyd) visited our office to say hi (with matching kiss na yun).. Cool!! We had our badminton at Kalayaan... It was fun to play again after a long time of absence..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9918184-110527449915559046?l=insanetesya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/feeds/110527449915559046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9918184&amp;postID=110527449915559046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/110527449915559046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/110527449915559046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/2005/01/kuya-kaw-ang-salarin.html' title='Kuya A, kaw ang salarin!!!'/><author><name>tesya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411056213137901814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/anaswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9918184.post-110484078252937729</id><published>2005-01-04T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T12:12:47.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talent Center Peeps!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/picctradeparty.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture taking as always.... with Talent Center peeps. Taken at ABS-CBN Trade Party last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walang effort sa ayos noh.. parang myembro ng mga kulto puro nakablack.. syempre para payat blahahahhahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9918184-110484078252937729?l=insanetesya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/feeds/110484078252937729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9918184&amp;postID=110484078252937729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/110484078252937729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/110484078252937729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/2005/01/talent-center-peeps.html' title='Talent Center Peeps!!!'/><author><name>tesya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411056213137901814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/anaswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9918184.post-110476877104033588</id><published>2005-01-03T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T00:18:07.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Reality!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Vacation is over and im back to the same routine. Wake up early in the morning,dress up etc and report for work.. hay! sana vacation na lang forever.. hehhee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;As expected, walang hintong kwentuhan at chikahan ang ginawa namin sa office. Tamad syndrome again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;After several talks with Patty and nhila, i realized so many things.... I'll just keep it to myself na lang hahah.. Ok i admit it, i have shortcomings.. i have mistakes.. blah blah....hey what can i do? this is me...but one thing is for sure.. i will never ever exert any effort again to anyone out there.. promise :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9918184-110476877104033588?l=insanetesya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/feeds/110476877104033588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9918184&amp;postID=110476877104033588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/110476877104033588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/110476877104033588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/2005/01/back-to-reality.html' title='Back to Reality!!'/><author><name>tesya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411056213137901814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/anaswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9918184.post-110476547266532869</id><published>2005-01-03T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T23:24:08.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>after christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;after christmas, i was busy preparing for our family reunion.. I was  in-charge of the raffle and prizes. I went to divisoria and check some affordable stuff... This is one thing i enjoyed the most.&lt;br /&gt;surprisingly, my highschool friends fetched me! They were bragging me to join the "sort of" unplanned get- together. despite my excuses, i was forced to hang out with them (arlene, joy, king, norgil, gary and kiko). well, i had a nice time. it was the first time after months and months of not keeping in touch.. All the while, i thought it was a memorable night (til morning) full of laughter but it wasnt!!! hay, first time... napikon ako to the max... whatever....enough of this grrrrr!! hehheee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Batangas and I really had a nice time with my cousins.. Videoke.. i sang my fave song "officially missing you".. twice take note. My dad was even surprised to hear me sing.. well, she knows im more of a dancer than a singer hehhee. our reunion was full of fun.. as always... the next day, we went back to Manila to celebrate New year.. same old celebration...my sis and i danced all night then videoke til 2 am with my bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days left before going back to work.. i went shopping on new years day.. hehehheee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9918184-110476547266532869?l=insanetesya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/feeds/110476547266532869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9918184&amp;postID=110476547266532869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/110476547266532869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/110476547266532869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/2005/01/after-christmas.html' title='after christmas'/><author><name>tesya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411056213137901814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/anaswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9918184.post-110475276461392093</id><published>2005-01-03T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T13:43:52.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My holidays!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I decided to take my vacation earlier than usual... What happened after the Talent Center xmas party?!!!huh? nothing special. I was at home the whole day. Bored!.. But it was okay, at least i had my time to rest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Christmas Day? Just the usual, I attended the misa de gallo with my family. My "inaanaks" went to our house to receive their aginaldo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Nothing really special. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Text brigade to greet all my friends... (iba na this time, kung sino lang magtext yun lang greet ko noh?) hehehhe. laki na kasi ng cellfone bill ko.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;guess that's it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;oopss. Thanks patty..you're one hell of a computer wizard!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9918184-110475276461392093?l=insanetesya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/feeds/110475276461392093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9918184&amp;postID=110475276461392093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/110475276461392093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/110475276461392093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/2005/01/my-holidays.html' title='My holidays!'/><author><name>tesya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411056213137901814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/anaswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9918184.post-110475195896039985</id><published>2005-01-03T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T19:32:51.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My TPG College friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/Tpg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas party and baby shower (of Cathy), taken December 10, 2004, Montalban Rizal.&lt;br /&gt;Kahit 5 lang kame.. masaya!!! mga drawing kasi ang ibang kaibigan namin eh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9918184-110475195896039985?l=insanetesya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/feeds/110475195896039985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9918184&amp;postID=110475195896039985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/110475195896039985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/110475195896039985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/2005/01/my-tpg-college-friends.html' title='My TPG College friends'/><author><name>tesya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411056213137901814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/anaswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9918184.post-110474842123907538</id><published>2005-01-03T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T18:33:41.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my cousin and me</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/cousin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taken december 29 in batangas. with my cousin beng who just came home from the US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9918184-110474842123907538?l=insanetesya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/feeds/110474842123907538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9918184&amp;postID=110474842123907538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/110474842123907538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/110474842123907538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/2005/01/my-cousin-and-me.html' title='my cousin and me'/><author><name>tesya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411056213137901814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/anaswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9918184.post-110474794439122101</id><published>2005-01-03T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T18:27:59.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>echo's party</title><content type='html'> &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/echobday-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eto kami sa party ni echo sa dish nung sept. kasama ko talent center peeps, mga lasing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9918184-110474794439122101?l=insanetesya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/feeds/110474794439122101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9918184&amp;postID=110474794439122101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/110474794439122101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9918184/posts/default/110474794439122101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanetesya.blogspot.com/2005/01/echos-party.html' title='echo&apos;s party'/><author><name>tesya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411056213137901814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/insanetesya/anaswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
