<?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-27672551</id><updated>2012-01-31T21:21:43.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: I Can Write Yey! ::</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icanwriteyey.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanwriteyey.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>dana canicosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508665322286501216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5kTMmhPVrY/Tx7RQAv1duI/AAAAAAAABi4/X7I8RDiHEVk/s220/white%2Band%2Bblue.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>420</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27672551.post-1660659938868551392</id><published>2012-01-30T23:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T21:21:43.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Second to the Last Day of January</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;People get surprised when I tell them that I stayed in a dorm during my college years. They thought I travel from Laguna to Manila every single day, being driven to school by the driver. But only the rich kids in my school do that. For practical reasons, my parents and aunt had to let me stay in a girls' dormitory near my school. I was so against it at first because living without all the luxuries that I enjoy in the comforts of our home meant &lt;i&gt;torture&lt;/i&gt;. I know I sound exaggerated but prior to my dorm days, I'm used to having someone do all the work for me--- cook food, fold clothes, prepare and fix my things... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fast forward to today, I've never felt this thankful to my parents and aunt who encouraged me to live independently in Manila. For three years, I got exposed to reality and I became more open to things which I though I'd never get to understand. I met new and different people and I learned so much from them. I learned how to commute in all types of vehicles--- pedicab, LRT, MRT, cab, bus, jeep, shuttle--- so I could watch UAAP games live in Araneta or simply stroll around Mall of Asia or Greenbelt. I learned how to budget my allowance. I learned how to discipline myself. I learned the Filipino value, &lt;i&gt;pakikisama. &lt;/i&gt;I learned how to survive. Indeed, the elders know best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I never imagined that staying in a dorm would become one of my most unforgettable moments in college. And it's fun to relive the memories again and again and again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before writing my dorm experience, I was listening to a cover from Boyce Avenue. It made me miss dorm life even more! As I listen to the cover, I suddenly remembered my dear friend, Marita who introduced me to this band. Marita and I were classmates in high school and the both of us stayed in the same dormitory. She goes to our room every night and she does her schoolwork with us. One beautiful night on a weekday, while taking a break from school work, she let me listen to the band's covers. She said she likes Boyce Avenue and she had downloaded a number of songs from them on her iPod. If I'm not mistaken, she's a huge fan. ;) Segue: Marita, I miss you! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="415" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/wIJyYjaYcVo" width="660"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This music video is Boyce Avenue's cover of &lt;i&gt;It Will Rain&lt;/i&gt;, originally sung by our very own Bruno Mars. I admit that I like the original, but in my honest opinion, this cover is a much better version. I love it. Please let me know what you think when you press play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="415" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/T9ETxBHYBAU" width="660"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's another cover of my favorite song, Coldplay's &lt;i&gt;Fix You&lt;/i&gt;! This time, the band's lead singer collaborated with Tyler Ward, a musician who also found a niche in the music industry through uploading his cover songs on Youtube. Boyce Avenue and Tyler Ward are becoming known to many, because they keep on sharing their musical skills in the world wide web.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who are staying in a dorm right now, consider yourselves lucky. Not everyone gets to experience living in a dorm! Of course, feeling homesick is normal but I assure you, you'll get by. Just think of it as an opportunity for you to get to know yourselves a little bit more... as an avenue for you to see a lot of possibilities. In the future, when you graduate from college, it's something that you'd be proud of. Embrace your independence but don't forget to be responsible too. Take it from me. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27672551-1660659938868551392?l=icanwriteyey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/1660659938868551392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/1660659938868551392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanwriteyey.blogspot.com/2012/01/second-to-last-day-of-january.html' title='The Second to the Last Day of January'/><author><name>dana canicosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508665322286501216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5kTMmhPVrY/Tx7RQAv1duI/AAAAAAAABi4/X7I8RDiHEVk/s220/white%2Band%2Bblue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/wIJyYjaYcVo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27672551.post-7947532664234608206</id><published>2012-01-26T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T23:50:23.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and my cupcake dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I remember the first time I entered the Cupcakes by Sonja's shop at Serendra in Bonifacion High Street. I was with my cousins, Luisa and Cente, and we just finished a hearty lunch at Sentro with the elders. While inside, Cente told me that this shop has the best cupcakes in town. I ogled and admired the colorful display of cupcakes right infront of me. I had a hard time deciding which one to get since it was my first time to be in that magical place. After a five minute internal debate with myself, I ended up with vanilla sunshine cupcake, as suggested by Cente. And mind you, he bought it for me. How lucky was I? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As I bite into the soft and sweet piece of vanilla sunshine, the feeling was indescribable. It was absolutely delicious and it was delightful to eat. It was one of the best cupcakes I have ever tasted so far. "One day", I told myself, "I will bake cupcakes too!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Jt8kigqb194/Tw8M4_gptoI/AAAAAAAABh8/ej37SrLy82Y/s1600/1.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="484" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Jt8kigqb194/Tw8M4_gptoI/AAAAAAAABh8/ej37SrLy82Y/s640/1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photo retrieved from Google images&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;For some reason, I've been fascinated with cupcakes lately. I watch videos about baking cupcakes on Youtube, and look at cupcake photos until I feel sleepy. I also noticed that my recent purchases have cupcake designs... from shirts, necklaces, to rings. Name it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rw39so4bWZI/Tw8ReVq4uMI/AAAAAAAABiE/XEDS7tDNEWs/s1600/cupcakes-by-sonja-peanut-butter-nutella-08.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rw39so4bWZI/Tw8ReVq4uMI/AAAAAAAABiE/XEDS7tDNEWs/s640/cupcakes-by-sonja-peanut-butter-nutella-08.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photo retrieved from this &lt;a href="http://entengvince.wordpress.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Since cupcakes are my latest fascination, I finally figured out what I &lt;i&gt;shall&lt;/i&gt; do in summer--- baking cupcakes! I already talked to my aunt about this plan and I told her my reasons why I thought of this. I hope it pushes through!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4wHWsRv1Fz0/Tw8V1dGxQPI/AAAAAAAABic/D2sLrk4u2fw/s1600/1016281474_adbd5e8e96.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4wHWsRv1Fz0/Tw8V1dGxQPI/AAAAAAAABic/D2sLrk4u2fw/s640/1016281474_adbd5e8e96.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photo retrieved from Google images&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I'm so excited with this plan! My cupcakes may not turn out to be as best as Sonja's cupcakes but I'll make sure that it'll be delightful to eat too. *wishful thinking* Here's to a productive summer! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27672551-7947532664234608206?l=icanwriteyey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/7947532664234608206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/7947532664234608206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanwriteyey.blogspot.com/2012/01/me-and-my-cupcake-dream.html' title='Me and my cupcake dream'/><author><name>dana canicosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508665322286501216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5kTMmhPVrY/Tx7RQAv1duI/AAAAAAAABi4/X7I8RDiHEVk/s220/white%2Band%2Bblue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Jt8kigqb194/Tw8M4_gptoI/AAAAAAAABh8/ej37SrLy82Y/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27672551.post-5572216645988510557</id><published>2012-01-19T22:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T22:30:06.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Stargazer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="415" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/YCklL6b1aaw" width="660"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spongecola &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;does it again! I definitely fell in love with the band's latest single, &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stargazer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. It takes me back to my good old high school days (particularly my sophomore year) because it reminds me of their popular song, Gemini, back then. I've been a fan for six years now.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Stargazer is so poetic and it just shows how talented Spongecola is when it comes to writing songs. The music video, on the other hand, may be simple but it gave me chills and goosebumps when I watched it for the first time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Was it epic for you at all? Or just a memory... a moment, nothing more?&lt;/i&gt; This line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone said that this song is about two people who fell for each other but something's holding them back because for some reason, they can't be together. That's why in the music video, Yael and the girl have chains. They represent these two people that are not meant to be. For me, it seems like a Romeo-and-Juliet kind of love story but I guess it does happen in reality. Haay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If ever Yael and the rest of Spongecola come across this blog (well, it can happen who knows :p), you guys keep on inspiring people with your music! And please visit Paseo de Sta. Rosa again so my friend, Mau, and I can watch you perform live. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27672551-5572216645988510557?l=icanwriteyey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/5572216645988510557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/5572216645988510557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanwriteyey.blogspot.com/2012/01/stargazer.html' title='The Stargazer'/><author><name>dana canicosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508665322286501216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5kTMmhPVrY/Tx7RQAv1duI/AAAAAAAABi4/X7I8RDiHEVk/s220/white%2Band%2Bblue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/YCklL6b1aaw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27672551.post-4576796554533836065</id><published>2012-01-18T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T23:48:00.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of those days when I do nothing but reflect</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My Sundays are usually spent with my family. My aunties from Manila come to our house here in Laguna to eat lunch with us. Eating lunch together every Sunday has been a family tradition.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OFOV9oTF77s/Txbc_Otlm9I/AAAAAAAABik/jtedvMgkggM/s1600/SDC15599_a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="454" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OFOV9oTF77s/Txbc_Otlm9I/AAAAAAAABik/jtedvMgkggM/s640/SDC15599_a.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;First lunch: January 1, 2012&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have always loved our Sunday luncheons because I learn a lot from each member. They've been through a lot of thick and thin, and these molded them to be the wise people that they are today. I keep in mind what they always tell me, because I honestly believe that it could be really helpful in my future endeavors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Speaking of the future...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how my life would turn out in the next ten years. Thinking of the future scares yet excites me. But I'm looking forward to what is in store for me. I will embrace the challenges that are about to come my way, and I'm hoping that they'll be able to bring out the best in me and not to bring me down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;By the way, let me share with you a photo which I found while blog hopping the other day: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mrLWccqndHw/Txbh4ez20II/AAAAAAAABis/NCb3_MJS0hw/s1600/get+cape+wear+cape+fly.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mrLWccqndHw/Txbh4ez20II/AAAAAAAABis/NCb3_MJS0hw/s640/get+cape+wear+cape+fly.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I saved, printed, and posted this photo inside my room to remind me to make each day awesome. ;)&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life begins at the end of your comfort zone", so they say. I've been living a sheltered life for the past 21 years and the people I know personally can attest to that. But this year, I will slowly but surely break the boundaries that make me a "sheltered person" by trying out something new... like dyeing my hair, cooking food, baking cupcakes, and the list goes on. Wish me luck. :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Haay, I've been &lt;strike&gt;thinking&lt;/strike&gt; reflecting a lot lately. But I guess this isn't a bad thing because my brain gets to maximize its full potential. Hahaha! Kidding aside, I wish everything will turn out well. My game face is on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Get cape. Wear cape. Fly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27672551-4576796554533836065?l=icanwriteyey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/4576796554533836065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/4576796554533836065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanwriteyey.blogspot.com/2012/01/one-of-those-days-when-i-do-nothing-but.html' title='One of those days when I do nothing but reflect'/><author><name>dana canicosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508665322286501216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5kTMmhPVrY/Tx7RQAv1duI/AAAAAAAABi4/X7I8RDiHEVk/s220/white%2Band%2Bblue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OFOV9oTF77s/Txbc_Otlm9I/AAAAAAAABik/jtedvMgkggM/s72-c/SDC15599_a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27672551.post-3243755499338901683</id><published>2012-01-13T02:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T02:17:45.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words of Wisdom from Mr. A-Z</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="415" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/TdN5GyTl8K0" width="660"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I Won't Give Up&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; by &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jason Mraz&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"We've got so much to learn... no, I won't give up. I don't be the one who walks away so easily... I'm here to stay and make the difference that I can make. Our differences they do a lot to teach us how to use the tools and gifts we got... I won't give up... even if the skies get rough..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have a different perspective on this song though. Jason Mraz may have been talking about not giving up a relationship with that special someone... I see it as not giving up on what life, in general, has to offer. :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27672551-3243755499338901683?l=icanwriteyey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/3243755499338901683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/3243755499338901683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanwriteyey.blogspot.com/2012/01/words-of-wisdom-from-mr-z.html' title='Words of Wisdom from Mr. A-Z'/><author><name>dana canicosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508665322286501216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5kTMmhPVrY/Tx7RQAv1duI/AAAAAAAABi4/X7I8RDiHEVk/s220/white%2Band%2Bblue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/TdN5GyTl8K0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27672551.post-3726373660390514200</id><published>2011-12-31T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T02:28:10.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Think Positive, Be Positive</title><content type='html'>In less than 24 hours, we'll begin a new chapter in our lives. Good bye 2011, hello 2012!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If I were to describe 2011 in three words, I'd say "It was challenging!" 2011 had tested my strength, faith, patience, and principles. Looking back, I have had the best and the worst days of my life. It wasn't really a blast and a year of awesomeness, but I learned so many things from my good and bad experiences; I got to discover myself a little bit more. I became more open minded to what is happening around me and I'd like to think that it has given me a chance to "grow up" and be "a big girl".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm grateful that my family, friends, and especially God never left me in times when I needed them most. They all supported me in every way they can and they gave me the strength and courage when I was about to give up. They inspired me to not to dwell in the past and to keep moving forward.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lR-wKsLILac/Tv6sai821wI/AAAAAAAABg8/oXlsFpNMsuA/s1600/SDC15180_b+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="452" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lR-wKsLILac/Tv6sai821wI/AAAAAAAABg8/oXlsFpNMsuA/s640/SDC15180_b+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Sunset: December 29, 2011&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As we prepare for the coming of 2012, always remember that we should be thankful for everything that happened, whether they're good or bad. Count our blessings instead. Also, I just realized that what happened to us this year has helped us to grow up and be a better person.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Let's all welcome 2012 with a positive attitude, bringing our hopes and dreams along with us. Leave our fears behind as we try to come out of our comfort zones. Let's start doing the things we love and be an inspiration to other people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Happy New Year everyone! :) &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Please also drop by Regina Belmonte's &lt;a href="http://vivatregina.tumblr.com/post/15071016952"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt;. I love what she wrote. I hope to meet her someday. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27672551-3726373660390514200?l=icanwriteyey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/3726373660390514200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/3726373660390514200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanwriteyey.blogspot.com/2011/12/think-positive-be-positive.html' title='Think Positive, Be Positive'/><author><name>dana canicosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508665322286501216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5kTMmhPVrY/Tx7RQAv1duI/AAAAAAAABi4/X7I8RDiHEVk/s220/white%2Band%2Bblue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lR-wKsLILac/Tv6sai821wI/AAAAAAAABg8/oXlsFpNMsuA/s72-c/SDC15180_b+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27672551.post-7846743129311236310</id><published>2011-12-31T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T15:54:38.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dream Catcher</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The other day (December 28), I had the urge to take photos. Since Mr. Sun was up, I grabbed the dream catcher that has been hanging on my bedroom door for five years, borrowed my brother's camera, and took some shots. I love the results! I thank Mr. Sun too for cooperating with me. ;)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eGiZG_Nxw34/Tv68JUleAtI/AAAAAAAABhI/Ea_bSsoeMYg/s1600/SDC15042_1+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eGiZG_Nxw34/Tv68JUleAtI/AAAAAAAABhI/Ea_bSsoeMYg/s640/SDC15042_1+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F9wY6CmCTkk/Tv68shN7w7I/AAAAAAAABhU/YAWsYD-qmo4/s1600/SDC15048_2+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="448" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F9wY6CmCTkk/Tv68shN7w7I/AAAAAAAABhU/YAWsYD-qmo4/s640/SDC15048_2+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ok0UV7Sf_S0/Tv69CY8Ww1I/AAAAAAAABhg/PM2xhwWXg54/s1600/SDC15049_1+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="456" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ok0UV7Sf_S0/Tv69CY8Ww1I/AAAAAAAABhg/PM2xhwWXg54/s640/SDC15049_1+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's hard to choose only one so I decided to post all of them! As I look at the photos, the second and the third ones remind me of &lt;i&gt;the&lt;/i&gt; beach. It's probably because of the coconut trees that surround our garden. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I love my brother's camera because it makes me feel like a pro. Hahaha! But I also have to keep in mind that I need to buy my own, come next year, so I won't have to borrow from him. No, I don't dream of owning a DSLR because that's beyond my budget. A simple Canon digital camera will do... but if someone would give me a DSLR, I'd totally appreciate it. Hahaha! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27672551-7846743129311236310?l=icanwriteyey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/7846743129311236310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/7846743129311236310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanwriteyey.blogspot.com/2011/12/dream-catcher.html' title='The Dream Catcher'/><author><name>dana canicosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508665322286501216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5kTMmhPVrY/Tx7RQAv1duI/AAAAAAAABi4/X7I8RDiHEVk/s220/white%2Band%2Bblue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eGiZG_Nxw34/Tv68JUleAtI/AAAAAAAABhI/Ea_bSsoeMYg/s72-c/SDC15042_1+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27672551.post-8903460827508207108</id><published>2011-12-31T14:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T15:20:18.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Greetings from Summer and Tom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="415" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/aSq1cez_flQ" width="620"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you not love them? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27672551-8903460827508207108?l=icanwriteyey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/8903460827508207108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/8903460827508207108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanwriteyey.blogspot.com/2011/12/greetings-from-summer-and-tom.html' title='Greetings from Summer and Tom'/><author><name>dana canicosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508665322286501216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5kTMmhPVrY/Tx7RQAv1duI/AAAAAAAABi4/X7I8RDiHEVk/s220/white%2Band%2Bblue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/aSq1cez_flQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27672551.post-7478589890458354196</id><published>2011-12-27T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T22:03:43.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Tumblr Thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ebejkKKmB60/TvnLvXf3DtI/AAAAAAAABgw/8Xw6UWNUziY/s1600/everything+is+changing+so+fast+i%2527m+afraid+i+can%2527t+keep+up.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ebejkKKmB60/TvnLvXf3DtI/AAAAAAAABgw/8Xw6UWNUziY/s640/everything+is+changing+so+fast+i%2527m+afraid+i+can%2527t+keep+up.jpg" width="384" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My thoughts exactly...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27672551-7478589890458354196?l=icanwriteyey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/7478589890458354196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/7478589890458354196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanwriteyey.blogspot.com/2011/12/its-tumblr-thing.html' title='It&apos;s a Tumblr Thing'/><author><name>dana canicosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508665322286501216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5kTMmhPVrY/Tx7RQAv1duI/AAAAAAAABi4/X7I8RDiHEVk/s220/white%2Band%2Bblue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ebejkKKmB60/TvnLvXf3DtI/AAAAAAAABgw/8Xw6UWNUziY/s72-c/everything+is+changing+so+fast+i%2527m+afraid+i+can%2527t+keep+up.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27672551.post-5297787193601977039</id><published>2011-12-27T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T21:05:11.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You light up my world like nobody else</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="415" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/QJO3ROT-A4E" width="660"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Makes You Beautiful by One Direction&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I too old for this? It feels like highschool all over again! :)) Kidding aside, I find the lyrics nice and sweet. And I think that every girl wants to hear these words from the guy she likes. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27672551-5297787193601977039?l=icanwriteyey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/5297787193601977039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/5297787193601977039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanwriteyey.blogspot.com/2011/12/you-light-up-my-world-like-nobody-else.html' title='You light up my world like nobody else'/><author><name>dana canicosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508665322286501216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5kTMmhPVrY/Tx7RQAv1duI/AAAAAAAABi4/X7I8RDiHEVk/s220/white%2Band%2Bblue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/QJO3ROT-A4E/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27672551.post-7275999245419632882</id><published>2011-12-27T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T20:58:04.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Get Over You</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RIj-OJTsU5g/Tvm78Y4PXmI/AAAAAAAABgk/oZb6M4LF0VY/s1600/SDC14969_a2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="448" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RIj-OJTsU5g/Tvm78Y4PXmI/AAAAAAAABgk/oZb6M4LF0VY/s640/SDC14969_a2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;*December 25, 2011*&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word, six letters: H-E-A-V-E-N :)&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/27672551-7275999245419632882?l=icanwriteyey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/7275999245419632882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/7275999245419632882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanwriteyey.blogspot.com/2011/12/cant-get-over-you.html' title='Can&apos;t Get Over You'/><author><name>dana canicosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508665322286501216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5kTMmhPVrY/Tx7RQAv1duI/AAAAAAAABi4/X7I8RDiHEVk/s220/white%2Band%2Bblue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RIj-OJTsU5g/Tvm78Y4PXmI/AAAAAAAABgk/oZb6M4LF0VY/s72-c/SDC14969_a2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27672551.post-1850310669367714953</id><published>2011-12-25T02:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T02:32:48.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No words can truly describe how I feel right now...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2fU23rOXqm8/TvYNN6OyxLI/AAAAAAAABgY/Z88lslOb8XU/s1600/SDC14876_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="460" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2fU23rOXqm8/TvYNN6OyxLI/AAAAAAAABgY/Z88lslOb8XU/s640/SDC14876_b.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Blueberry Cheesecake- December 24, 2011&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh my goodness! Been drooling over this blueberry cheesecake since it arrived at our house yesterday morning. I love, love, &lt;i&gt;love &lt;/i&gt;blueberry cheesecake!&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;But I only get to eat it once in a blue moon. Hence, I'd fight tooth and nail just to have at least a slice of it because it's &lt;i&gt;for free&lt;/i&gt;. :)) Haay. Why does it have to be too pricey? Rhetorical question, I know. Hahaha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Merry Christmas everyone! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27672551-1850310669367714953?l=icanwriteyey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/1850310669367714953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/1850310669367714953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanwriteyey.blogspot.com/2011/12/no-words-can-truly-describe-how-i-feel.html' title='No words can truly describe how I feel right now...'/><author><name>dana canicosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508665322286501216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5kTMmhPVrY/Tx7RQAv1duI/AAAAAAAABi4/X7I8RDiHEVk/s220/white%2Band%2Bblue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2fU23rOXqm8/TvYNN6OyxLI/AAAAAAAABgY/Z88lslOb8XU/s72-c/SDC14876_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27672551.post-2001663668316392658</id><published>2011-12-24T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T02:24:10.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Daisy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's one more day before Christmas! I'm sure everyone is busy preparing for the most special day of the year. I, like you, am busy too--- busy wrapping presents that is! I started wrapping presents yesterday and I haven't finished wrapping the rest today. Oh well. Towards the end of this entry, you'll know why. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This year, I'm on a budget so I didn't buy Christmas wrappers and gift tags. I wanted to be resourceful and creative at the same time. I searched the world wide web to get some ideas. I came across my rolls of black cartolina, then got my recently purchased scented specialty papers and glue. Upon seeing these things, I suddenly had my lightbulb moment. Here's what I did:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-43PXsGGXay4/TvX7-fnPpHI/AAAAAAAABfE/fB-wKtFIAPU/s1600/Materials_a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="476" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-43PXsGGXay4/TvX7-fnPpHI/AAAAAAAABfE/fB-wKtFIAPU/s640/Materials_a.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;From left to right: scented specialty papers, glue, tape, scissors, stapler, black cartolinas, and personalized gift tags &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I decided to make paper snowflakes! This was inspired by Teacher Mariel's discovery time activity with her preschool 4 kids. She used this activity for the kids' fine motor skills. Anyway. The next picture shows the steps on how to make a paper snowflake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8eXD4WHcxV4/TvX-bS6OXEI/AAAAAAAABfc/c8CKaCP0MYc/s1600/Paper+copy_a1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8eXD4WHcxV4/TvX-bS6OXEI/AAAAAAAABfc/c8CKaCP0MYc/s640/Paper+copy_a1.jpg" width="570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;1. Cut the paper in any size you want. By the way, make sure that the paper is easy to fold so you won't have a hard time cutting it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;2. Assuming that that's the size of the paper you chose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;3. Fold it in half. (Should be in triangular form)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;4. Fold it again in half. Then fold one more. (Re: You will fold the paper thrice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;5. Cut the edges, sides of the paper. It's up to you. Unleash your creativity!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;6. Your paper will look like this (similar to this one) when you cut its edges/sides.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;"Open" the paper and tadaaaa!!! Snowflake!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5_hAiFISdRk/TvYCEIGNOGI/AAAAAAAABf0/yQt9Ow87N5Y/s1600/SDC14854_a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="454" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5_hAiFISdRk/TvYCEIGNOGI/AAAAAAAABf0/yQt9Ow87N5Y/s640/SDC14854_a.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FqoVTj7fyKE/TvYC2Ocm9wI/AAAAAAAABgA/m5gjQPlfqeQ/s1600/SDC14857_a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="456" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FqoVTj7fyKE/TvYC2Ocm9wI/AAAAAAAABgA/m5gjQPlfqeQ/s640/SDC14857_a.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, I made a lot of paper snowflakes in different sizes!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I wrapped the presents using the black cartolina then glued the paper snowflakes and the personalized gift tag. I put them under our Christmas tree and took a picture of how they turned out:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EewGxprsj9U/TvYFbX8KMXI/AAAAAAAABgM/4eeabusGgvo/s1600/SDC14906_a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="458" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EewGxprsj9U/TvYFbX8KMXI/AAAAAAAABgM/4eeabusGgvo/s640/SDC14906_a.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;What do you think? :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It took me approximately 3-4 hours doing the whole thing. The good news is I was able to wrap more than ten today! However, I still have four remaining unwrapped presents. But right now I'm just too lazy and I wanted to log in on Facebook and Twitter to greet everyone so I'll probably do it again after Christmas. Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wishing you all a blessed and joyful Christmas! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27672551-2001663668316392658?l=icanwriteyey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/2001663668316392658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/2001663668316392658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanwriteyey.blogspot.com/2011/12/lazy-daisy.html' title='Lazy Daisy'/><author><name>dana canicosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508665322286501216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5kTMmhPVrY/Tx7RQAv1duI/AAAAAAAABi4/X7I8RDiHEVk/s220/white%2Band%2Bblue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-43PXsGGXay4/TvX7-fnPpHI/AAAAAAAABfE/fB-wKtFIAPU/s72-c/Materials_a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27672551.post-2487172196024816857</id><published>2011-12-23T15:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T17:04:38.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The True Spirit of Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Christmas season is supposed to be the happiest season of the year. In the Philippines, everyone is in festive mood. You can really feel that Christmas is just around the corner because colorful lights and decorations are everywhere. Children (and some people) go caroling from house to house not only to earn money but to bring joy and entertainment to others. People rush to the malls to shop for gifts to give on Christmas day or on different Christmas parties that they have to attend to. And what I like about Christmas is it's the time of the year when our families are complete. Nothing beats celebrating this special day with the&amp;nbsp; family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As I type this, I can't help but think about what's happening in Cagayan de Oro right now. Days before Christmas, some people lost &lt;i&gt;all&lt;/i&gt; their belongings &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; their loved ones due to typhoon &lt;i&gt;Sendong&lt;/i&gt;. Through the news and social media networking sites, I learned that the death toll has reached 1000 plus and some are still missing. I feel bad for what happened to my fellow Filipinos, specially the children, living in CDO. I wish I can do something more than just pray for them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some ways to help our brothers and sisters in need. Please click the following links below:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1.&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/br.richie/posts/308425932522273"&gt; De La Salle Schools and organizations&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.redcross.org.ph/donatenow"&gt;Philippine Red Cross&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/note.php?note_id=10150470564769337"&gt;Ateneo De Manila University&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4. &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="https://donate.unicef.ph/emergency-donation.php"&gt;UNICEF&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5. Sagip Kapamilya:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ABS-CBN&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;accepts donations in cash for &lt;b&gt;BDO Account&lt;/b&gt; (Account Name:&amp;nbsp;ABS-CBN Foundation Inc.-Sagip Kapamilya / Swift Code: BNORPHMM&amp;nbsp;/ Peso Account Number: 39301-14199 / Dollar Account Number: 39300-81622) &amp;amp; &lt;b&gt;BPI Account&lt;/b&gt; (Account Name: ABS-CBN Foundation Inc.-Sagip Kapamilya&amp;nbsp;/ Swift Code: BOPIPHMM /&amp;nbsp;Peso Account Number:&amp;nbsp;3051-1127-75 / Dollar Account Number:&amp;nbsp;3054-0270-35). You can also volunteer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You can also extend your help through sending a text message:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Red Cross via Globe:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Text RED &lt;amount&gt; to 2899. You may transfer P5, 25, 50, 100, 300, 500.&lt;/amount&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Red Cross via Smart&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Text RED &lt;amount&gt; to 4143. Valid donation amounts 10, 25, 50, 100&lt;/amount&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Globe G-Cash&lt;/b&gt;:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Text DONATE(space)AMOUNT(space)MPIN(space)SLB and send to 2882&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our help, whether big or small, can go a long, long way. Quoting my friend, Ekai, "Christmas is not really about receiving, it is about giving back..." Let's spread more love this Christmas and share our blessings to them. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27672551-2487172196024816857?l=icanwriteyey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/2487172196024816857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/2487172196024816857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanwriteyey.blogspot.com/2011/12/true-spirit-of-christmas.html' title='The True Spirit of Christmas'/><author><name>dana canicosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508665322286501216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5kTMmhPVrY/Tx7RQAv1duI/AAAAAAAABi4/X7I8RDiHEVk/s220/white%2Band%2Bblue.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27672551.post-399989830806030277</id><published>2011-12-19T02:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T02:44:51.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's six days before Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="415" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/LUjn3RpkcKY" width="660"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="415" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/b_4rdHIMDfk" width="660"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't judge me just because I'm posting not one but two &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Justin Bieber&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; music videos. Come on! Let's give him a break, it's Christmas season for heaven's sake! And I think &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mistletoe &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;and &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fa La La La&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; are nice songs. :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27672551-399989830806030277?l=icanwriteyey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/399989830806030277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/399989830806030277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanwriteyey.blogspot.com/2011/12/its-six-days-before-christmas.html' title='It&apos;s six days before Christmas'/><author><name>dana canicosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508665322286501216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5kTMmhPVrY/Tx7RQAv1duI/AAAAAAAABi4/X7I8RDiHEVk/s220/white%2Band%2Bblue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/LUjn3RpkcKY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27672551.post-7329774555240242112</id><published>2011-12-19T02:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T02:24:53.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Reminder</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O0r6ngPU-UM/Tu4qkX6zbQI/AAAAAAAABe4/ET7QFyZ_2Co/s1600/tumblr_lvrl2bvleK1qajjdco1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O0r6ngPU-UM/Tu4qkX6zbQI/AAAAAAAABe4/ET7QFyZ_2Co/s640/tumblr_lvrl2bvleK1qajjdco1_500.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Found this from a random someone's Tumblr. How relevant. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27672551-7329774555240242112?l=icanwriteyey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/7329774555240242112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/7329774555240242112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanwriteyey.blogspot.com/2011/12/just-reminder.html' title='Just a Reminder'/><author><name>dana canicosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508665322286501216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5kTMmhPVrY/Tx7RQAv1duI/AAAAAAAABi4/X7I8RDiHEVk/s220/white%2Band%2Bblue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O0r6ngPU-UM/Tu4qkX6zbQI/AAAAAAAABe4/ET7QFyZ_2Co/s72-c/tumblr_lvrl2bvleK1qajjdco1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27672551.post-3798584519241124181</id><published>2011-12-19T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T01:52:07.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Christmas Wishlist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The other day, my colleagues and I made our Christmas wishlist. To be honest, making one has always been a struggle for me because I couldn't think of what I really want to receive on Christmas day. What is undecided. :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing, I was able to browse the world wide web the night before I made my wishlist. And I'm happy and proud to tell you that the things I wish to have this Christmas are all "needs over wants". ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n_ebO-vbvTY/Tu4SR58nezI/AAAAAAAABeY/jbBxD8CPIKQ/s1600/lomo+camera+planner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="454" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n_ebO-vbvTY/Tu4SR58nezI/AAAAAAAABeY/jbBxD8CPIKQ/s640/lomo+camera+planner.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Serie sent me a link of Clonestamp's page on Facebook. There I saw pictures of a lomo camera planner. I find it cute and unique! And guess what? It only costs 350php. Much cheaper than the Starbucks or Belle de Jour planners! I remember telling myself that I have to use a planner next year because I need to organize my life again. HAHA. Kidding aside, I have this bad habit of writing important things on different papers/notebooks and I always end up losing them. :l I want to avoid this bad habit so starting next year, I'm going to use a planner. New life, new beginning, and a more organized me! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TNf0pTaFK3I/Tu4U7h_SRxI/AAAAAAAABeg/ewJ5KbjVE6Q/s1600/JBL-and-Roxy-earphone-and-headphone-line-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="474" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TNf0pTaFK3I/Tu4U7h_SRxI/AAAAAAAABeg/ewJ5KbjVE6Q/s640/JBL-and-Roxy-earphone-and-headphone-line-1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Camille Co, a Filipina fashion blogger, featured this Roxy x JBL earphones on her blog. Aren't they adorable and fashionable at the same time? And the earphones come with a pouch where you can keep them in to. She's actually giving these away to a lucky reader but I don't feel like joining in. :)) I need new earphones because the ones that I'm using are overused. &lt;i&gt;Kawawa na sila&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rbznBn-sNSQ/Tu4cTcEsbRI/AAAAAAAABeo/Z9OP6LGdW2I/s1600/rainbow-ipod-case.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rbznBn-sNSQ/Tu4cTcEsbRI/AAAAAAAABeo/Z9OP6LGdW2I/s640/rainbow-ipod-case.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ah, yes. This is an iPod classic case. If you see my iPod case, I'm sure you'll have pity for it. It is the perfect definition of &lt;i&gt;worn out&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp;It looks more pitiful than my earphones! Kaye and I talked about my iPod case's condition last Thursday and she said, "It's about time" (that conversation reminds me of a scene in a soap opera haha). Well, she is right! It's about time to have it replaced so my old one can finally rest in peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FYD_sqAVOto/Tu4f3NljFOI/AAAAAAAABew/meY1lg-njeA/s1600/staedler+colored+pens.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="534" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FYD_sqAVOto/Tu4f3NljFOI/AAAAAAAABew/meY1lg-njeA/s640/staedler+colored+pens.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Every teacher needs a set of colored pens. Do I need to explain further on this? :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There's one more but I decided not to include it here. I just realized that I have tons of bags in my room already. I wrote satchel bag in my wishlist for the reason that it's a fad and I couldn't think of anything else. Plus I'm running out of time. Hihi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What about you? What's on your Christmas wishlist? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27672551-3798584519241124181?l=icanwriteyey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/3798584519241124181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/3798584519241124181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanwriteyey.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-christmas-wishlist.html' title='My Christmas Wishlist'/><author><name>dana canicosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508665322286501216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5kTMmhPVrY/Tx7RQAv1duI/AAAAAAAABi4/X7I8RDiHEVk/s220/white%2Band%2Bblue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n_ebO-vbvTY/Tu4SR58nezI/AAAAAAAABeY/jbBxD8CPIKQ/s72-c/lomo+camera+planner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27672551.post-6345366386701901246</id><published>2011-12-11T00:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T00:43:32.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Because</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xXcf8kWcwWA/TuOKhCTPejI/AAAAAAAABeQ/erIPipaGFyg/s1600/different+faces_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="560" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xXcf8kWcwWA/TuOKhCTPejI/AAAAAAAABeQ/erIPipaGFyg/s640/different+faces_c.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;See what happens when my brother leaves the camera beside my laptop? Not that I'm bored. It's been a while. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27672551-6345366386701901246?l=icanwriteyey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/6345366386701901246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/6345366386701901246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanwriteyey.blogspot.com/2011/12/just-because.html' title='Just Because'/><author><name>dana canicosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508665322286501216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5kTMmhPVrY/Tx7RQAv1duI/AAAAAAAABi4/X7I8RDiHEVk/s220/white%2Band%2Bblue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xXcf8kWcwWA/TuOKhCTPejI/AAAAAAAABeQ/erIPipaGFyg/s72-c/different+faces_c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27672551.post-6142339134760104436</id><published>2011-12-06T22:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T22:39:17.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1wrc0tKRf6k/Tt4oBSATZeI/AAAAAAAABeI/8hiVDrhdLU4/s1600/thai+lantern+festival.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1wrc0tKRf6k/Tt4oBSATZeI/AAAAAAAABeI/8hiVDrhdLU4/s640/thai+lantern+festival.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://all-that-is-interesting.com/the-breathtaking-thai-lantern-festival"&gt;Lantern Festival, Thailand&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;... I will have my own Tangled moment here. :) &lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27672551-6142339134760104436?l=icanwriteyey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/6142339134760104436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/6142339134760104436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanwriteyey.blogspot.com/2011/12/someday.html' title='Someday...'/><author><name>dana canicosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508665322286501216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5kTMmhPVrY/Tx7RQAv1duI/AAAAAAAABi4/X7I8RDiHEVk/s220/white%2Band%2Bblue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1wrc0tKRf6k/Tt4oBSATZeI/AAAAAAAABeI/8hiVDrhdLU4/s72-c/thai+lantern+festival.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27672551.post-1558453839648102095</id><published>2011-12-04T18:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T23:54:52.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you feel today?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Do you remember my post about Bamboo's break-up some months ago? Well he's back and this time, he's going solo. I was watching ASAP (a variety show in the Philippines that airs every Sunday noon) a while ago where he sang his latest single, &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Questions,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; from his debut album, &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;No Water, No Moon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. I think it's a nice and a relaxing song to listen to, specially on a weather like this (it has been raining all day). I love the ballad-rock vibe of this song. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="415" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/C7DuzeGn-d8" width="660"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"...we're all just waiting for these answers that may never come our way. So we hold on to each other to find what's missing... It'll all get better, all you need is time..."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Welcome back to the music scene, Bamboo!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There's another song that I added on my player and it's none other than &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ako Nalang&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; by &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Zia Quizon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Some critics say that it was easy for her to enter the entertainment industry because she's the daughter of 2 Filipino icons, Dolphy and Zsa Zsa Padilla, but she proved them wrong. She's making a name for herself, using her talent in singing as she slowly moves away from her parents' shadow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="415" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3kX1JeNhpqA" width="660"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She reminds me of Up Dharma Down, Norah Jones, and Adele combined all together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On an unrelated note, these songs describe how I feel right now. Questions keep on coming and I wonder when will I ever get the answers that I've been looking for. &lt;i&gt;Ako nalang sana&lt;/i&gt;. Haha! How I wish. :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27672551-1558453839648102095?l=icanwriteyey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/1558453839648102095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/1558453839648102095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanwriteyey.blogspot.com/2011/12/how-do-you-feel-today.html' title='How do you feel today?'/><author><name>dana canicosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508665322286501216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5kTMmhPVrY/Tx7RQAv1duI/AAAAAAAABi4/X7I8RDiHEVk/s220/white%2Band%2Bblue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/C7DuzeGn-d8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27672551.post-5687914319363158013</id><published>2011-12-03T22:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T22:22:16.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Tom Riddle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-apMlneHCwjo/TtotiPa-VFI/AAAAAAAABeA/fepxvnXSr7E/s1600/tomriddle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-apMlneHCwjo/TtotiPa-VFI/AAAAAAAABeA/fepxvnXSr7E/s640/tomriddle.jpg" width="552" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Look what I found from someone's Tumblr! I can't imagine Tom Riddle (a.k.a Lord Voldemort) saying these words (well, except for Avada Kedavra). But it's cute, isn't it? Hihi. :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27672551-5687914319363158013?l=icanwriteyey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/5687914319363158013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/5687914319363158013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanwriteyey.blogspot.com/2011/12/from-tom-riddle.html' title='From Tom Riddle'/><author><name>dana canicosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508665322286501216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5kTMmhPVrY/Tx7RQAv1duI/AAAAAAAABi4/X7I8RDiHEVk/s220/white%2Band%2Bblue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-apMlneHCwjo/TtotiPa-VFI/AAAAAAAABeA/fepxvnXSr7E/s72-c/tomriddle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27672551.post-5423052776190653854</id><published>2011-11-30T16:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T21:46:05.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Highlight of the Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just when I was about to give up, something wonderful came along and it changed the way I think about my future. I was having dinner with my aunt on the seventeenth of November, and I told her that I wasn't feeling good. Obviously, the day wasn't nice to me. And then I received a call from our school directress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Two miscalls&lt;/i&gt;. Not one but two. Oh no. My heart sank for a moment and I immediately reflected on my activities in school that day. After sending a risky text message ("Hi Teacher! You miscalled two times &lt;i&gt;po&lt;/i&gt;."), I was really hoping for the best... hoping that I didn't do something wrong. And then my phone vibrated. It was our directress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I couldn't believe it. What did I do to deserve this? I felt cold. My heart beat faster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our directress was in a happy mood. She just called to say "CONGRATULATIONS!!!" At first, I had no idea why she said &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; word. And then it hit me. "I passed the LET?", I said. Oh my goodness. I can tell that she was extremely happy and excited. And I think she was in her car when she called because I heard vehicles beeping and honking. Karla and Serie also sent me messages. I literally jumped and screamed after I put my phone down. &lt;i&gt;Kinilig ako&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, I felt like I won the lottery. It was the happiest day of my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F06xXIj1fH8/TtXtqt8aJNI/AAAAAAAABcw/cNVvhPFRvP8/s1600/LET_result_1a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F06xXIj1fH8/TtXtqt8aJNI/AAAAAAAABcw/cNVvhPFRvP8/s640/LET_result_1a.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R0bHVrarwWY/TtXttR-DETI/AAAAAAAABc4/lrxdLZnruVI/s1600/LET_result_a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R0bHVrarwWY/TtXttR-DETI/AAAAAAAABc4/lrxdLZnruVI/s640/LET_result_a.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;LET stands for the licensure exam for teachers. I took the LET last September 25 along with Karla and Kaye. Out of 10, 000 plus educators all over the Philippines, only 22. 68% made it. And I'm proud to say that I'm one of those who made it. I'm also proud of Karla and Kaye and my other friends because they also passed. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x43pi_mvV3c/TtXvBs85MoI/AAAAAAAABdA/lkbhhAIB8b8/s1600/LET_4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x43pi_mvV3c/TtXvBs85MoI/AAAAAAAABdA/lkbhhAIB8b8/s640/LET_4.jpg" width="546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Unlike the others who post polaroid photos on their wall, I have these instead.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My LET journey was not easy. I had to make sacrifices for the sake of LET. I turned down a couple of invitations too to give myself a time to study. I didn't do a "super hardcore study" though. There were days when I was too lazy to read. But I tried to discipline myself because I was aiming for a goal. That is to pass the LET. For instance, I know I'm not good in memorization so I made notes written on small pieces of Manila paper to remind me of the theories, theorists (how can we forget our best buddies Piaget, Vygotsky, Pavlov, Skinner, Bruner...), philosophies, philosophers (um, hello Aristotle and Plato!), mathematical formulas and equations, and the like. There was a time when my cousins from abroad came to visit but I wasn't able to see them because I was in Manila, studying in the review school. &lt;i&gt;Kahit na super tempted ako na mag-absent pero hindi ako pinayagan ng elders.&lt;/i&gt; There was also a time when my friends from PLICA decided to watch Zombadings (an indie movie). I've always wanted to watch that movie and when the opportunity came, &lt;i&gt;hindi ako pwede&lt;/i&gt;. Everyone was there, except me. While they were watching the movie, I was staying in a hostel near the review school, preparing for my last two review sessions with our coaches. I stayed there for 2 nights, 3 days. Good thing my room had a cable TV, an aircon, and a wi-fi so my days weren't boring after all. But still. And the biggest sacrifice I made was waking up early in the morning just to be in time for the review class. The school is located near the Katipunan area and I live in Laguna. North and south. Both ends. Just so you know, all these things happened over the summer and the first few months of the new school year. And if you're wondering why I enrolled in a review school that's miles away from home, it's because I wanted to meet new people, learn new things, to become more open to what is around me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Despite everything... despite all these sacrifices... everything was truly worth it. What I learned from my LET journey is something I will treasure forever. I'm glad and proud to say that I didn't learn from books but from experiences too. Hence, I learned in a meaningful way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You can reach your goal long as long as you try your best and work hard for it. There is no room for giving up. Don't be afraid to let go of your comfort zones. Think outside the box. Having said these, I realized that true learning begins when you go beyond the norms. &lt;i&gt;Kahit mga&lt;/i&gt; little things or acts lang &lt;i&gt;yan&lt;/i&gt;, they'll go a long way. Just like the new ad of Globe says, "break free, go lang ng go". Don't forget to pray too. Praying to God is the most powerful weapon, in my honest opinion. &lt;i&gt;Hindi Ka niya pababayaan lalo na pag nakikita niya na&lt;/i&gt; you're doing your best. Trust me. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gt0Ov-HaSYM/TtYRZwmtiLI/AAAAAAAABdg/yOsDWyHvlf0/s1600/LET_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gt0Ov-HaSYM/TtYRZwmtiLI/AAAAAAAABdg/yOsDWyHvlf0/s640/LET_1.jpg" width="548" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because we don't twinkle... we shine! :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;This note welcomed us when we entered Teacher P's office. How sweet of her. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2knsXPPdxMo/TtYSCKcD4FI/AAAAAAAABdo/QFL1bNHdCG8/s1600/LET_3.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2knsXPPdxMo/TtYSCKcD4FI/AAAAAAAABdo/QFL1bNHdCG8/s640/LET_3.jpg" width="546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The unexpected gift! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And Teacher A (the head of our sister school) came all the way from Green Meadows just to give Kaye, Karla and I this cute glass-like tumbler from Starbucks! She's one sweet lady too. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PQjFamp3neY/TtYS7lR7sYI/AAAAAAAABdw/4JoMdaRZKiI/s1600/LET_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PQjFamp3neY/TtYS7lR7sYI/AAAAAAAABdw/4JoMdaRZKiI/s640/LET_2.jpg" width="550" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Photo courtesy of Karla. Polaroid effect, yours truly.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last but definitely last the least, our photo. That's Kaye, Karla, and myself smiling from ear to ear. We are the new professional teachers! And we are sooo ready to teach minds and touch lives. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This would not have been possible without the help of the people around us. A big thanks to our respective families, our PLICA family, and friends for their never ending support. Let me take this opportunity too to thank Ms. Alice and Sir Albert and the people I've met along the way for inspiring me. God, thank you for everything. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27672551-5423052776190653854?l=icanwriteyey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/5423052776190653854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/5423052776190653854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanwriteyey.blogspot.com/2011/11/highlight-of-year.html' title='The Highlight of the Year'/><author><name>dana canicosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508665322286501216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5kTMmhPVrY/Tx7RQAv1duI/AAAAAAAABi4/X7I8RDiHEVk/s220/white%2Band%2Bblue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F06xXIj1fH8/TtXtqt8aJNI/AAAAAAAABcw/cNVvhPFRvP8/s72-c/LET_result_1a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27672551.post-7695314624584250928</id><published>2011-11-28T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T02:43:53.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you walk away, everyday it will rain...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="415" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/y_kFTZyecTU" width="660"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a super big fan of the Twilight Saga (haha pero okay lang talaga kahit panoorin ko ulit yung movie) but can I just confess that I'm really in-love with Breaking Dawn's soundtrack? Oh yes I am! I have to agree with Karla when she told me that the soundtrack consists of chill, relaxing, sweet yet melancholic songs. Great selection indeed! &lt;i&gt;It Will Rain, Turning Page, Love Will Take You, Requiem on Water, &lt;/i&gt;and &lt;i&gt;A Thousand Years&lt;/i&gt; are forever on the loop. I have no idea when will I ever get tired of listening to these songs. Well, I doubt it. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bruno Mars&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; with his amazing performance of &lt;i&gt;It Will Rain&lt;/i&gt; on The X Factor USA. Don't forget to plug those earphones of yours while watching the video! :)&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27672551-7695314624584250928?l=icanwriteyey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/7695314624584250928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/7695314624584250928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanwriteyey.blogspot.com/2011/11/sweetness-overload.html' title='If you walk away, everyday it will rain...'/><author><name>dana canicosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508665322286501216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5kTMmhPVrY/Tx7RQAv1duI/AAAAAAAABi4/X7I8RDiHEVk/s220/white%2Band%2Bblue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/y_kFTZyecTU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27672551.post-4812113033132815456</id><published>2011-11-27T22:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T01:31:43.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day I Gave Edward and Bella a Second Chance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I was still in college, I read Twilight for the sake of being curious and just to be in the know. At that time, people my age (specifically girls) were so mesmerized by Stephenie Meyer's masterpiece and when they talk about how sweet and loving Edward Cullen is, I feel like I belong to a completely different universe. So imagine how I felt when I got to share my thoughts about Edward Cullen to my then room mate, Mela. It was awesome and cool. :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;However, I wasn't able to appreciate it as much as I appreciate Harry Potter. It took me months to finish the book because of school requirements. Priorities first! For this reason, I lost my interest and I totally forgot about Edward &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; Bella. And did I mention that I fell asleep while watching the movie adaptation on my laptop? I woke up when it was about to end. Sad, isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fast forward to a few weeks ago, Teacher Mariel gave me something which I cannot refuse. She gave me a deluxe complimentary pass of Breaking Dawn Part 1! It's like a ticket for you to watch a movie &lt;i&gt;for free&lt;/i&gt;. I don't usually get complimentary passes so I told myself, why not give Edward and Bella a second chance? :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I watched the first screening of Breaking Dawn Part 1 with my brother a while ago. It was strange to see kids inside the cinema (but they're with their parents/guardians of course!). I thought teenagers would dominate the whole place but I stand corrected when I saw adults (probably in their 40's or early 50's) too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm sure critics have had expressed their opinions about the movie by now. Well, in my honest opinion, it's not as great as Harry Potter (do I sound biased? Haha!) but it's a pretty decent and interesting movie. Every scene had me glued on the big screen and I felt the &lt;i&gt;kilig &lt;/i&gt;again, most especially during the wedding of Edward and Bella. However, mind you, Breaking Dawn is more than just a movie about the love triangle of a vampire, a werewolf, and human being for it also focused on the importance of family, friendship, and moral values. You'll actually learn something good from it. And if there's one character that has a big impact on me, it would be none other than Jacob Black. Regardless of his good looks, I admire him for being brave, for fighting for what he believes in, and for doing what he think is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If given a chance, I would watch it again.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, on a different note, I love the movie's soundtrack. I've been listening to &lt;i&gt;Christina Perri's A Thousand Years&lt;/i&gt; for hours already!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="415" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rtOvBOTyX00" width="660"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"...don't be afraid, I have loved you for a thousand years... I'll love you for a thousand more... I will be brave, I will not let anything take away what's in front of me... One step closer..."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song! It makes me teary-eyed. It's so sweet and sincere. Haaay. :)&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27672551-4812113033132815456?l=icanwriteyey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/4812113033132815456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/4812113033132815456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanwriteyey.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-i-gave-edward-and-bella-second.html' title='The Day I Gave Edward and Bella a Second Chance'/><author><name>dana canicosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508665322286501216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5kTMmhPVrY/Tx7RQAv1duI/AAAAAAAABi4/X7I8RDiHEVk/s220/white%2Band%2Bblue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/rtOvBOTyX00/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27672551.post-6032653812187545718</id><published>2011-11-27T20:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T02:07:01.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Typical Day in School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Let me share with you some of my random conversations with the cute little kids at school. I love talking to kids everyday because I learn a lot from them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;While inside our directress' office, before the start of our 9am class...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Adorable Kid 1: Where is Teacher P?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me: Maybe she is on her way. Why, do you miss her?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Adorable Kid 1: Yes!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me: But you saw her yesterday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Adorable Kid 1: Um, yes! I saw her &lt;i&gt;yesterday a while ago&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me: *trying to control my laughter*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;During my enrichment class for the Preschool 4 kids...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me: *looking at the adorable kid 2's hand* I see, your teacher didn't give you a star. Perhaps, you didn't listen to her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Adorable Kid 2: Hindi! Ayoko ng star kaya wala akong star sa kamay koooo! (I have none because I don't want a star on my hand)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me: O_o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;During my enrichment class for the Preschool 2b kids...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A kid was crying loudly because he's not yet ready to go home. I was with Adorable Kid 3 and we were about to start our writing session. Take note: She's only 3 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me: Okay, Adorable Kid 3, let me see your beautiful hand writing *big smile* :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Adorable Kid 3: *starts writing*&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(while writing her name)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Adorable Kid 3: Ano ba yan! Ang emo-emo ni *insert crying kid's name here*! (He's so emo!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;During my tutorial session with an adorable three year old boy, while coloring the things that start with the letter Bb...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Adorable Kid 4: Teacher, I only watch Chef.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me: Why only "Chef"? *I assume "Chef" is either Masterchef or Junior Masterchef*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Adorable Kid 4: Kasi gusto ko maging &lt;i&gt;cooker&lt;/i&gt; pag laki ko! *smiling with twinkling eyes* (Because I want to be a cooker when I grow up!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me: *trying to control my laughter* Oh, that's nice! You want to be a &lt;i&gt;cook&lt;/i&gt; or a &lt;i&gt;chef&lt;/i&gt; when you grow up! Can you cook for us? I'll go to your house. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Adorable Kid 4: Hindi mo naman alam bahay namin eh! (You don't know where our house is!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me: *thinking of a &lt;i&gt;palusot&lt;/i&gt;* Well, I know your house. It's near the school, right? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Adorable Kid 4: Malayo yun eh! (It's far!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;While helping my grade 3 student spread some glue for her arts project, tutorial class in the afternoon...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Adorable Kid 5: Teacher, si *insert her classmate's name here* at ako, ang tagal na namin classmates. Simula K1 hanggang ngayon. (Teacher, we've been classmates since we were in K1)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me: Why, you don't want to be classmates with him?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Adorable Kid 5: Gusto po. Kaya lang, ang ingay-ingay niya sa classroom at isip bata pa. (It's not that I don't like him. It's just that he's too noisy inside the classroom and he's so childish)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me: Woah. So does it mean you think like an adult now? ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Adorable Kid 5: Hindi naman po. Basta hindi na po ako isip bata. (I'm not childish anymore.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me: Okaaaaay. Let's go back to work. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The bottomline is, when you work in a school &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; when you talk to kids, expect the unexpected. Never ever underestimate the way kids think because they are capable of blowing your mind away. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27672551-6032653812187545718?l=icanwriteyey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/6032653812187545718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/6032653812187545718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanwriteyey.blogspot.com/2011/11/typical-day-in-school.html' title='A Typical Day in School'/><author><name>dana canicosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508665322286501216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5kTMmhPVrY/Tx7RQAv1duI/AAAAAAAABi4/X7I8RDiHEVk/s220/white%2Band%2Bblue.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27672551.post-5898457424665795187</id><published>2011-11-18T23:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T23:58:52.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We don't twinkle because we shine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1b42tw17VUE/TsZ-OTb-PcI/AAAAAAAABco/c3WrbUsR8gU/s1600/the+proud+teachers_a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1b42tw17VUE/TsZ-OTb-PcI/AAAAAAAABco/c3WrbUsR8gU/s640/the+proud+teachers_a.jpg" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photo courtesy of Karla&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I will tell you why soon. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27672551-5898457424665795187?l=icanwriteyey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/5898457424665795187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/5898457424665795187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanwriteyey.blogspot.com/2011/11/we-dont-twinkle-because-we-shine.html' title='We don&apos;t twinkle because we shine'/><author><name>dana canicosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508665322286501216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5kTMmhPVrY/Tx7RQAv1duI/AAAAAAAABi4/X7I8RDiHEVk/s220/white%2Band%2Bblue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1b42tw17VUE/TsZ-OTb-PcI/AAAAAAAABco/c3WrbUsR8gU/s72-c/the+proud+teachers_a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27672551.post-6301661380437400229</id><published>2011-11-18T21:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T23:27:54.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Adventures and Misadventures of the Three Musketeers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When Hazel told me that there's a bazaar at the World Trade Center in Pasay, as soon as I got home, I already asked my aunt for permission. I also called my dad on the phone to tell him about it. As always, they had second thoughts but they eventually gave in when I compromised. I said I wanted to try something new, like commuting from Sta. Rosa to Buendia with my colleagues in school. They don't need to worry about the gas and toll fee since we'll be commuting and we'll try to be back by 5pm, so I could attend mass with them. It was a deal. So last November 5, Hazel, Serie, and I braved the unpredictable weather just to be at the Super Sale Bazaar. It was a day full of adventure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We got so surprised when we saw the long line outside the World Trade Center. It was crazy! And we even got more surprised (and a little bit confused) when we realized that the majority of those who were in line were &lt;i&gt;guys&lt;/i&gt;. We were able to got in easily since the ladies' line was &lt;i&gt;empty&lt;/i&gt;. When we were inside, we saw people wearing their cosplay costumes and &lt;i&gt;no booths&lt;/i&gt;. Then it occurred to us that we were in the &lt;i&gt;wrong&lt;/i&gt; event. The Super Sale Bazaar was at the small room located beside the World Trade Center. &lt;i&gt;Kaya pala&lt;/i&gt;! Imagine how the three of us laughed. That's why we felt so indifferent. Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was a relief when we finally reached our destination. We were welcomed by cupcakes, gellato, and other sweet stuff. Yes, this is our thing.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CKHsflfX0Iw/TsZniPQxdhI/AAAAAAAABbI/EYe5riV_sfs/s1600/Image0763_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CKHsflfX0Iw/TsZniPQxdhI/AAAAAAAABbI/EYe5riV_sfs/s640/Image0763_b.jpg" width="572" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gellati gellato which we never got the chance to taste! It looked so yummy!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We spent approximately two and some hours inside, looking at displays. There were a lot of interesting items from different booths. I saw some familiar people and even those who are making a niche in the fashion world (fashion bloggers). I had a fangirl moment when I saw Patricia Prieto and Lisa Kahayon in person! I never expected to see them there! I was supposed to ask Patricia to have a picture taken with me but I became so shy. :l&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, here's a picture of me and Hazel while shopping at Happy Boon's booth. We weren't prepared for this! Got the picture from the shop's Facebook page.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x4DC1JzkGOM/TsZq_8FVo6I/AAAAAAAABbQ/XPOVwrxW3jE/s1600/supersale+bazaar_a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x4DC1JzkGOM/TsZq_8FVo6I/AAAAAAAABbQ/XPOVwrxW3jE/s640/supersale+bazaar_a.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I looked so stressed while Hazel looked so pretty and fresh. Haha! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And here are my purchases from the bazaar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SHbuD6HMCxQ/TsZr-89hKAI/AAAAAAAABbY/9urg46UfSzQ/s1600/SDC14341_a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="460" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SHbuD6HMCxQ/TsZr-89hKAI/AAAAAAAABbY/9urg46UfSzQ/s640/SDC14341_a.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Top/Dress from Happy Boon&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CO5KekkbnqE/TsZsMjKLAsI/AAAAAAAABbg/b34plYLDtWU/s1600/SDC14338_a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="458" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CO5KekkbnqE/TsZsMjKLAsI/AAAAAAAABbg/b34plYLDtWU/s640/SDC14338_a.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Boat shoes from Tutum&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We went to SM Mall of Asia after looking around because there are more food selections. Haha! We rode a cab instead of the shuttle because it rained like there's no tomorrow. We ate lunch at Sizzling Pepper Steak. Look at those cute sign boards! All you have to do is flip them...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D-8ndiuRIkA/TsZt6eflF4I/AAAAAAAABbo/xcWbJsKZn9s/s1600/Image0764-pola_a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D-8ndiuRIkA/TsZt6eflF4I/AAAAAAAABbo/xcWbJsKZn9s/s640/Image0764-pola_a.jpg" width="552" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;...when you're okay with your order and don't need anything...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-szDMUkp-xmg/TsZuOhZdv2I/AAAAAAAABbw/vEKs1yFLHiY/s1600/Image0767-pola_a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-szDMUkp-xmg/TsZuOhZdv2I/AAAAAAAABbw/vEKs1yFLHiY/s640/Image0767-pola_a.jpg" width="555" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;...or when you need anything/assistance.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here's what Serie and I ate: Beef Pepper Rice. I forgot what Hazel ordered. Hihi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YCEjqNglS2c/TsZxRpHUtJI/AAAAAAAABcI/2tSNujlvWDk/s1600/Image0770-pola_a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YCEjqNglS2c/TsZxRpHUtJI/AAAAAAAABcI/2tSNujlvWDk/s640/Image0770-pola_a.jpg" width="550" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TAa6wdMLtNY/TsZwuDnSDyI/AAAAAAAABb4/ToYVekpvSJ8/s1600/Image0772-pola_a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TAa6wdMLtNY/TsZwuDnSDyI/AAAAAAAABb4/ToYVekpvSJ8/s640/Image0772-pola_a.jpg" width="548" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Perhaps, you already know them if you frequent my blog. Haha! :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J6u3uz_KIBk/TsZw8g75mkI/AAAAAAAABcA/JF6d0HdKEE8/s1600/Image0769_a1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="460" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J6u3uz_KIBk/TsZw8g75mkI/AAAAAAAABcA/JF6d0HdKEE8/s640/Image0769_a1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hi Serie and Hazel!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I didn't regret commuting because I had a great time with Serie and Hazel. Haay, commuters' life. Fun times! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just in case you're wondering if we made it by 5pm, well, we didn't. But I was just in time for mass so everything was absolutely fine. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27672551-6301661380437400229?l=icanwriteyey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/6301661380437400229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/6301661380437400229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanwriteyey.blogspot.com/2011/11/adventures-and-misadventures-of-three.html' title='The Adventures and Misadventures of the Three Musketeers'/><author><name>dana canicosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508665322286501216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5kTMmhPVrY/Tx7RQAv1duI/AAAAAAAABi4/X7I8RDiHEVk/s220/white%2Band%2Bblue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CKHsflfX0Iw/TsZniPQxdhI/AAAAAAAABbI/EYe5riV_sfs/s72-c/Image0763_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27672551.post-6498349576369970370</id><published>2011-11-14T21:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T22:29:21.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The weather makes me feel sad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The weather in the Philippines is definitely unpredictable. It's so hot during the day but heavy rains pour come night. No wonder why a lot of people catch cold and fever nowadays due to weather changes. It doesn't feel like Christmas season too, because it feels like we're still stuck in the month of May, June, July, and August... also known as the "rainy months". Like what Elmo Magalona said in his tweet before, the rain makes everything more dramatic. Maybe this is the reason why I feel sad. Or upset. I don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On the brighter side, I selected songs from my player which I think are perfect for this kind of weather. Or if you feel like the way I do right now, I do hope that these will cheer you up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="415" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/FAPtTS0TYtU" width="660"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wonderwall&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; by &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oasis&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="415" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/TmgHUpLK3Hc" width="660"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;As Long As It Matters&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; by &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gin Blossoms&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="415" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/JI-o25K6B-E" width="660"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fix You&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; by &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Coldplay&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tomorrow is another day. Let it be good to all of us. Think of happy thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27672551-6498349576369970370?l=icanwriteyey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/6498349576369970370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/6498349576369970370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanwriteyey.blogspot.com/2011/11/weather-makes-me-feel-sad.html' title='The weather makes me feel sad'/><author><name>dana canicosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508665322286501216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5kTMmhPVrY/Tx7RQAv1duI/AAAAAAAABi4/X7I8RDiHEVk/s220/white%2Band%2Bblue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/FAPtTS0TYtU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27672551.post-952074828114040898</id><published>2011-11-13T19:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T23:17:52.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams Do Come True</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;These days, it's not that easy to get the job that you want. You have to go through a lot before you finally land on your dream job. A series of interviews and tests come along the way and you have to be brave enough to accept rejections. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know how it feels to find a job and how it feels to be rejected because I've been through these things last year. I was just a fresh graduate from DLSU and I felt quite nervous yet excited about sending my resumes at different preschools. So imagine how I felt when I finally got accepted at the preschool where I can see myself grow and be a better teacher. I cried on the day I received a call from the directress and thanked God for the wonderful opportunity. I will never ever forget that. Moving on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My fellow Humblebee &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ekai&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; wasn't an exception. She also experienced what I experienced last year. She bravely took risks and never gave up. Some weeks ago, she surprised everyone, including herself, when she got accepted as the Editorial Coordinator of Meg Magazine and her boss is none other than &lt;i&gt;the&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://iamsuperbianca.com/"&gt;Bianca Gonzalez!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;I was so thrilled when I learned about it and I congratulated her as soon as I read her tweet and her sister's status on Facebook. It's truly worth the wait. Indeed, everything happens for a reason. Dreams do come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ipBcHad-Nb8/Tr_IuVRa_GI/AAAAAAAABbA/lDb-JiINJqQ/s1600/Ekai.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ipBcHad-Nb8/Tr_IuVRa_GI/AAAAAAAABbA/lDb-JiINJqQ/s640/Ekai.jpg" width="396" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This pretty young lady will go places. :)&lt;br /&gt;*photo taken from her blog, Life in Euphoria*&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If there's one thing I learned from her, it's about not giving up. You have to keep going in order to reach that goal or dream of yours. Sometimes, you will feel like you're a failure or worthless but also remind yourself that making mistakes is okay because it helps you grow, learn and become a better person. Don't stop trying and believe in yourself. Lastly, keep the faith. God knows the best for you. What's happening to you right now is a part of His plan for you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To Ekai, if you're reading this, I just want to say that I'm so proud of you! You've come this far! You deserve to be in that position. Please don't forget us when you become famous, okay? :p Good luck and God bless. See you soon! Animo! :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;P.S. Please visit Ekai's&lt;a href="http://lifeineuphoria.wordpress.com/"&gt; inspirational blog&lt;/a&gt; too. For sure, you will love her positivity too. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27672551-952074828114040898?l=icanwriteyey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/952074828114040898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/952074828114040898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanwriteyey.blogspot.com/2011/11/dreams-do-come-true.html' title='Dreams Do Come True'/><author><name>dana canicosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508665322286501216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5kTMmhPVrY/Tx7RQAv1duI/AAAAAAAABi4/X7I8RDiHEVk/s220/white%2Band%2Bblue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ipBcHad-Nb8/Tr_IuVRa_GI/AAAAAAAABbA/lDb-JiINJqQ/s72-c/Ekai.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27672551.post-1478921108242205298</id><published>2011-11-13T18:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T23:35:35.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Reflection</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Feeling sleepy while the mass is ongoing is quite inevitable for me. Whenever the mass ends, I feel bad because it didn't turn out to be as meaningful as I expect it to be. My mind usually wonders off the great halls of the church, most especially when it's time for homily. Sometimes&lt;i&gt;, &lt;/i&gt;I participate in singing the songs&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;but it's not effective. &lt;i&gt;Nakakahiya talaga kay God at sa mga taong nakapaligid sa akin&lt;/i&gt;. So yesterday, before leaving for mass, I drank a cup of &lt;i&gt;brewed &lt;/i&gt;coffee to keep myself awake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The coffee didn't fail me. I was full of energy from the beginning until the end of the mass. I was able to listen to the readings, the psalm, and the gospel. And I understood the homily. For the very first time, the priest's homily became meaningful to me. I got so affected and I can't help thinking about what he said. He made sense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Does my life have direction?&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Where am I going?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;What have I done/accomplished so far?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Do I ever cross the mind of the person I think about every single day too?:p&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, please ignore the last question. Haha! Haay, I hope I don't drown in my pool of thoughts. Well, on a lighter note, at least my brain is working double time. :p&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27672551-1478921108242205298?l=icanwriteyey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/1478921108242205298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/1478921108242205298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanwriteyey.blogspot.com/2011/11/this-is-reflection.html' title='The Reflection'/><author><name>dana canicosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508665322286501216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5kTMmhPVrY/Tx7RQAv1duI/AAAAAAAABi4/X7I8RDiHEVk/s220/white%2Band%2Bblue.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27672551.post-23099803060780669</id><published>2011-11-12T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T21:23:23.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And in another life, I would make you stay...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="415" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Ahha3Cqe_fk" width="660"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Sometimes, when I miss you, I put those records on... I should've told you what you meant to me..."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- The One That Got Away by Katy Perry&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In my honest opinion, this is the &lt;i&gt;best&lt;/i&gt; song of Katy Perry in her album, &lt;i&gt;Teenage Dream&lt;/i&gt;. This song isn't new to me because it used to be my last song syndrome last summer. I'm also glad the music video came out already. I love it! It's so touching. :')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When you have the chance, go tell the people you love that you love them... what they really mean to you... before it's too late. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27672551-23099803060780669?l=icanwriteyey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/23099803060780669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/23099803060780669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanwriteyey.blogspot.com/2011/11/and-in-another-life-i-would-make-you.html' title='And in another life, I would make you stay...'/><author><name>dana canicosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508665322286501216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5kTMmhPVrY/Tx7RQAv1duI/AAAAAAAABi4/X7I8RDiHEVk/s220/white%2Band%2Bblue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Ahha3Cqe_fk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27672551.post-5634209786177689741</id><published>2011-11-07T20:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T16:44:25.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Traveling and Living Abroad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A few days before my birthday, I had a small talk with Hazel about the countries we'd like to explore and I'm glad to know that she also dreams of traveling the world one day. It was a brief yet meaningful exchange of thoughts and she somehow inspired me. Yes, I want to go to a lot of places but, unlike Hazel, I never tried searching for random flights that fit my budget to make my traveling dreams come true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Recently, I noticed that some of my batchmates (from gradeschool, highschool, and college) have moved in to Singapore, to follow their dreams and reach their personal goal. Well, being lost in a new place, learning new things, and meeting new people are a whole lot of fun, but nothing beats that priceless feeling you get when you're with your family and loved ones after a long day at work. It must have been really hard for them to leave the special people in their lives. But this is &lt;i&gt;the&lt;/i&gt; life. Sometimes, we have to go through some twists and turns and make big decisions (should I take it or not?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James, a childhood friend once asked me, "If given a chance, would you live in a foreign land?" That's a tough question, I must say. It took me some time to collect my thoughts, before I finally answered him. After five or ten minutes of debating with myself, I bet he was a little bit surprised when I said "no". As of that moment (until now, actually), I haven't considered writing "to live in another country" yet in my bucket list. I haven't pictured myself living abroad, away from my family. Perhaps, I'm not yet ready to leave the life that I have here in the Philippines. Traveling, on the other hand, is a different story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But maybe, &lt;i&gt;just maybe&lt;/i&gt;, there will come a day when I'd change my mind, make a big decision, and consider living abroad. We'll never know. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27672551-5634209786177689741?l=icanwriteyey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/5634209786177689741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/5634209786177689741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanwriteyey.blogspot.com/2011/11/of-traveling-and-living-abroad.html' title='Of Traveling and Living Abroad'/><author><name>dana canicosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508665322286501216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5kTMmhPVrY/Tx7RQAv1duI/AAAAAAAABi4/X7I8RDiHEVk/s220/white%2Band%2Bblue.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27672551.post-5102281592076653513</id><published>2011-11-02T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T20:29:01.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Close to Nature</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was a sunny and a little bit windy afternoon so I decided to go out and just walk around our garden. I borrowed my brother's camera because I had a gut feeling that I'd take photos of things that interest me. I wasn't wrong when I saw the fallen leaves from our &lt;i&gt;santol&lt;/i&gt; tree on the grass. The leaves reminded me of autumn because of their colors... brown, red, and orange. For some strange reason, I also felt that I wasn't in the Philippines.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2iTUn-gcRO8/TrEX9vGnucI/AAAAAAAABaI/prcW2E6ikXI/s1600/SDC14185_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="432" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2iTUn-gcRO8/TrEX9vGnucI/AAAAAAAABaI/prcW2E6ikXI/s640/SDC14185_b.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Auntie Sari once said that it's nice for me to walk around the garden to appreciate nature's beauty... God's gifts &lt;i&gt;ika nga&lt;/i&gt;. Indeed, that afternoon, I got to appreciate what's around me. I loved the feel of the grass on my feet. I loved the gentle wind that caressed my cheek. I enjoyed watching the chickens that roam around our garden, looking for food (yes, we have chickens at home but we consider them as pets). It was quite relaxing and I somehow had forgotten about the things that usually occupy my mind. I think I should do this more often.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Since the camera's with me, I didn't let the chance of having my pictures taken pass too. I looked for a spot where I can put the camera, set the timer, and then ran back and forth our garden to check if the shot's okay. Unfortunately, my solo picture was a big failure so I had to call my brother to help me out. :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rI38RKj36QI/TrEbCtEm2TI/AAAAAAAABaQ/PMgLmnw5UYI/s1600/SDC14214_d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="404" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rI38RKj36QI/TrEbCtEm2TI/AAAAAAAABaQ/PMgLmnw5UYI/s640/SDC14214_d.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Better! I put on the 1960's and vignette effect on the photo to add a bit more drama. ;) It was also the day I felt like a model. Haha! What if I submit this photo to &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.candymag.com/"&gt;Candy magazine's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; website? Will they choose me as the It Girl of the Week? Haha! Just kidding. Going back, can you see the leaves that surround me? By the way, I commend our &lt;i&gt;kuya &lt;/i&gt;gardener for doing such a good job in maintaining the look of the garden.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Another thing. I'm fond of browsing through the site of fashion bloggers like Patricia Prieto and Kryz Uy. I've always admired these fashion bloggers and the people who are passionate about fashion, because they can really make a simple dress or pieces of clothing look more fabulous. I visit Candy Magazine's website from time to time to get some ideas too. Anyway, I got inspired by them so I also took photos of what I wore. :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rB4QipYPqHk/TrEjzyBBsWI/AAAAAAAABag/FNwRsHZIyq0/s1600/SDC14245_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rB4QipYPqHk/TrEjzyBBsWI/AAAAAAAABag/FNwRsHZIyq0/s400/SDC14245_b.jpg" width="273" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AK3yw8_Jg0c/TrEj3tq3VLI/AAAAAAAABao/4NaUKdA1P30/s1600/SDC14227_d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AK3yw8_Jg0c/TrEj3tq3VLI/AAAAAAAABao/4NaUKdA1P30/s400/SDC14227_d.jpg" width="290" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Top: Just G | Shorts: Bench | Belt: Pop Culture &lt;/span&gt;| &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ring: Quiapo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8_hNQQ8BljM/TrEvXDG-mnI/AAAAAAAABa4/rGgTB36wHCs/s1600/SDC14224_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="449" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8_hNQQ8BljM/TrEvXDG-mnI/AAAAAAAABa4/rGgTB36wHCs/s640/SDC14224_b.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cupcake necklace (hardly visible): Kids of Bayo&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PKZT6WhbSsc/TrElFTlXWqI/AAAAAAAABaw/-x1k-MV1Hg0/s1600/SDC14233_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="460" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PKZT6WhbSsc/TrElFTlXWqI/AAAAAAAABaw/-x1k-MV1Hg0/s640/SDC14233_b.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bag: Given to me by Auntie Sari&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xqdL8pZQarY/TrEjU4ZEEsI/AAAAAAAABaY/oi4ivLDttWQ/s1600/SDC14194_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="452" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xqdL8pZQarY/TrEjU4ZEEsI/AAAAAAAABaY/oi4ivLDttWQ/s640/SDC14194_b.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sandals: Mario D' Boro, SM Department Store&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Disclaimer: My solo pictures were taken by my brother, while the rest, by yours truly. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27672551-5102281592076653513?l=icanwriteyey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/5102281592076653513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/5102281592076653513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanwriteyey.blogspot.com/2011/11/close-to-nature.html' title='Close to Nature'/><author><name>dana canicosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508665322286501216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5kTMmhPVrY/Tx7RQAv1duI/AAAAAAAABi4/X7I8RDiHEVk/s220/white%2Band%2Bblue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2iTUn-gcRO8/TrEX9vGnucI/AAAAAAAABaI/prcW2E6ikXI/s72-c/SDC14185_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27672551.post-753260880425017843</id><published>2011-10-30T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T23:53:44.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What we do during free time</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LG1Ne4wy-Ug/Tq6nZ2wJz4I/AAAAAAAABaA/B0wuqqH3AWs/s1600/serenitea.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LG1Ne4wy-Ug/Tq6nZ2wJz4I/AAAAAAAABaA/B0wuqqH3AWs/s640/serenitea.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photo courtesy of Karla&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If the corporate world has coffee break, the educator's world has the so-called &lt;i&gt;"tea break"&lt;/i&gt;. Of course, I made the latter one up. Haha! Since Serenitea opened at Solenad 2 in Nuvali, my colleagues and I haven't stopped visiting the place. And if I'm not mistaken, the servers know us now by face. :))&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Going to Serenitea doesn't only satisfy our craving for Okinawa milk tea; it's also an opportunity for us to bond even more. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27672551-753260880425017843?l=icanwriteyey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/753260880425017843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/753260880425017843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanwriteyey.blogspot.com/2011/10/what-we-do-during-free-time.html' title='What we do during free time'/><author><name>dana canicosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508665322286501216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5kTMmhPVrY/Tx7RQAv1duI/AAAAAAAABi4/X7I8RDiHEVk/s220/white%2Band%2Bblue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LG1Ne4wy-Ug/Tq6nZ2wJz4I/AAAAAAAABaA/B0wuqqH3AWs/s72-c/serenitea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27672551.post-3401151895410209438</id><published>2011-10-26T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T15:04:34.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Through the Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Remember the time when I was so into indie music? Fast forward to today, I have suddenly become interested again in listening to &lt;i&gt;RnB&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i&gt;urban music&lt;/i&gt;. It all started when I came across Lil Wayne's &lt;i&gt;How to Love&lt;/i&gt; while changing channels the other night. It was a little bit odd yet refreshing for me to hear him sing a "ballad" for he's best known as a rapper. I also appreciated the song's &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y8Gf4-eT3w0&amp;amp;ob=av2e"&gt;music video&lt;/a&gt; because it makes the viewers aware of the issues that greatly affect the life of most teenagers today. You may click the link above and feel free to share with me your thoughts or insights regarding it. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's time travel as I present to you some of my favorite and most played RnB songs in my playlist, "Urban Mix":&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="415" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8WYHDfJDPDc" width="620"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dilemma- Nelly ft. Kelly Rowland&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A blast from the past! I was in my last year in grade school when this song became a hit in the music charts. There was a point when I recorded this song via a cassette player because downloading songs wasn't a fad at that time yet. ;)&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; Dilemma&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; may be 8 years old already (how time flies) but I will never get tired of listening to and singing along with it. I love this collaboration of Nelly and Kelly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="415" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/fPgf2meEX1w" width="620"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Boo- Usher and Alicia Keys&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2004 was the year of Usher and Alicia Keys. Their songs from their albums &lt;i&gt;Confessions&lt;/i&gt; and the &lt;i&gt;Diary of Alicia Keys&lt;/i&gt; respectively dominate the music charts. It was in my sophomore year in high school when &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Boo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; became the most requested song in the radio station my bus mates and I frequently listen to. I wish they had a back to back concert here in the Philippines... as if &lt;i&gt;papayagan ako na manood&lt;/i&gt;. Haha! They look good together in this music video, right? It's just sad they didn't end up together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="415" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/KMOOr7GEkj8" width="620"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hate that I Love You- Rihanna ft. Ne-Yo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;College days! I was a freshman in college when I encountered &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hate that I Love You&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. It's one of the songs that my blockmates used to play while waiting for our next class. I'm not a fan of Rihanna or Ne-Yo but in my honest opinion, they totally rocked this song. And can I just say that Rihanna's soooo sexy in this music video?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="415" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/QAdi08TOFX0" width="620"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Superbass- Nicki Minaj&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh yes. Your eyes aren't deceiving you. Nicki Minaj's &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Superbass&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; is in my playlist and I dream of memorizing it and singing it without being &lt;i&gt;bulol&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;i&gt;Seryoso&lt;/i&gt;. :)) Now that I'm in the real world, this song becomes my friend when I check the papers of my enrichment program class because its catchy beat keeps me awake and entertained at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for sharing your precious time with me. Until my next blog post! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27672551-3401151895410209438?l=icanwriteyey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/3401151895410209438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/3401151895410209438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanwriteyey.blogspot.com/2011/10/through-years.html' title='Through the Years'/><author><name>dana canicosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508665322286501216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5kTMmhPVrY/Tx7RQAv1duI/AAAAAAAABi4/X7I8RDiHEVk/s220/white%2Band%2Bblue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/8WYHDfJDPDc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27672551.post-8737465224924586631</id><published>2011-10-17T01:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T01:26:32.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Achievement</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XaMFGgzyc_s/TpsLUNfSlXI/AAAAAAAABX4/--yXTBizkSE/s640/Image0688-pola01_a.jpg" width="587" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*Photo taken last October 9, 2011 at SM Calamba parking lot*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Five months after I "graduated" from driving school, I finally "mastered" the art of parking the car properly. :)) Seeing the car parked right in the middle of the two white lines made me a happy kid. Yay! And I hope this photo will help me in convincing the elders to allow me to drive alone. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;By the way, the guy beside the car is my dad. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27672551-8737465224924586631?l=icanwriteyey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/8737465224924586631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/8737465224924586631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanwriteyey.blogspot.com/2011/10/big-achievement.html' title='The Big Achievement'/><author><name>dana canicosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508665322286501216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5kTMmhPVrY/Tx7RQAv1duI/AAAAAAAABi4/X7I8RDiHEVk/s220/white%2Band%2Bblue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XaMFGgzyc_s/TpsLUNfSlXI/AAAAAAAABX4/--yXTBizkSE/s72-c/Image0688-pola01_a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27672551.post-3719786899999644341</id><published>2011-10-16T23:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T02:21:00.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Two-One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My new life began last Thursday when I celebrated my 21st birthday. I thought it would be just an ordinary day and I told myself not to expect anything, but life can be sweet sometimes. It may be a rainy day but it was filled with sunshine and rainbows because of the greetings I received from the people I met along the way, and what they've done just to make my birthday extra special. To those who wrote on my Facebook wall, tweeted me on Twitter, sent me a text message, called me on my phone... thank youuuu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some snippets of my 21st birthday: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_6-Dn3CKiqM/Tprk2jsIZTI/AAAAAAAABXI/ucScqNbaO9k/s1600/Image0716-pola_a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-unXKH1tnznY/TprmLoH6A9I/AAAAAAAABXo/yCDUFXzqHNw/s1600/Image0704-pola_a.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sb5Jkwba7mU/TprmASDYRKI/AAAAAAAABXg/UKFKzVk3EB4/s1600/Image0709-pola_a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sb5Jkwba7mU/TprmASDYRKI/AAAAAAAABXg/UKFKzVk3EB4/s640/Image0709-pola_a.jpg" width="564" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The preschool teachers gave this to me as soon as I entered the room. Got teary-eyed when I read the messages they wrote on the styro. They are so sweet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-unXKH1tnznY/TprmLoH6A9I/AAAAAAAABXo/yCDUFXzqHNw/s1600/Image0704-pola_a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_6-Dn3CKiqM/Tprk2jsIZTI/AAAAAAAABXI/ucScqNbaO9k/s1600/Image0716-pola_a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_6-Dn3CKiqM/Tprk2jsIZTI/AAAAAAAABXI/ucScqNbaO9k/s640/Image0716-pola_a.jpg" width="569" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's inside the styro? OREO CHEESECAKE! Thank you so much Teachers &lt;b&gt;Kaye, Serie, Mariel,&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Kris&lt;/b&gt;! By the way, I'm keeping the styro. Sentimental reasons. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DVFlmbTvuLE/TprlKEOt-tI/AAAAAAAABXQ/y6X0tmS7GHU/s1600/Image0720-pola_a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DVFlmbTvuLE/TprlKEOt-tI/AAAAAAAABXQ/y6X0tmS7GHU/s640/Image0720-pola_a.jpg" width="579" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This cake was given to me by the school staff. I was reviewing my grade 3 student on division with 2-3 divisors when &lt;b&gt;Sir Ron&lt;/b&gt; suddenly opened the door and started singing "Happy Birthday!" (&lt;i&gt;nagulat ako, literal haha!&lt;/i&gt;). Behind him was &lt;b&gt;Teacher Portia&lt;/b&gt;, our directress, with a grade 1 student carrying the cake. The other teachers from the other room plus their students followed. They were all singing and clapping! I even saw Serie taking photos while I blow the candle. :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-unXKH1tnznY/TprmLoH6A9I/AAAAAAAABXo/yCDUFXzqHNw/s1600/Image0704-pola_a.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-unXKH1tnznY/TprmLoH6A9I/AAAAAAAABXo/yCDUFXzqHNw/s640/Image0704-pola_a.jpg" width="576" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pizza played a major role on that day. I brought NY Classic, New York's Finest and Manhattan Meatlovers for everyone to savor. It felt so good to see my fellow teachers and the students enjoy my simple treat.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vrUfm5AasqQ/TprlaCU3GiI/AAAAAAAABXY/BbkEwsNpieA/s1600/Image0724-pola_a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vrUfm5AasqQ/TprlaCU3GiI/AAAAAAAABXY/BbkEwsNpieA/s640/Image0724-pola_a.jpg" width="576" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the cherry on top? This simple card given to me by my grade 3 student. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No words can truly express how I feel. I feel lucky, blessed, overwhelmed, happy, grateful *insert all positive words here*. Thank you!!! You are all fantastic! One big hug! And yes, exclamation points are necessary. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27672551-3719786899999644341?l=icanwriteyey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/3719786899999644341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/3719786899999644341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanwriteyey.blogspot.com/2011/10/big-two-zero.html' title='The Big Two-One'/><author><name>dana canicosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508665322286501216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5kTMmhPVrY/Tx7RQAv1duI/AAAAAAAABi4/X7I8RDiHEVk/s220/white%2Band%2Bblue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sb5Jkwba7mU/TprmASDYRKI/AAAAAAAABXg/UKFKzVk3EB4/s72-c/Image0709-pola_a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27672551.post-6247688630956780953</id><published>2011-09-24T11:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T00:01:27.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Note</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mtdYH1gdJt8/Tn08BoypplI/AAAAAAAABXE/1IYotc35v_0/s1600/from+someone.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mtdYH1gdJt8/Tn08BoypplI/AAAAAAAABXE/1IYotc35v_0/s640/from+someone.jpg" width="496" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, this simple note brought me to tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Goodness, I'm getting so emotional right here and I don't know where I'm going with this. I just wanted to tell you that my afternoons won't be the same anymore. You have no idea how much you mean to me, really. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I will miss you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Teh&lt;/b&gt;, good luck on your new life. You're right, it's never too late to change. And I'm looking forward to meeting a &lt;i&gt;new you&lt;/i&gt; in the future. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27672551-6247688630956780953?l=icanwriteyey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/6247688630956780953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/6247688630956780953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanwriteyey.blogspot.com/2011/09/to-someone-whom-i-fondly-call-teh.html' title='The Note'/><author><name>dana canicosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508665322286501216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5kTMmhPVrY/Tx7RQAv1duI/AAAAAAAABi4/X7I8RDiHEVk/s220/white%2Band%2Bblue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mtdYH1gdJt8/Tn08BoypplI/AAAAAAAABXE/1IYotc35v_0/s72-c/from+someone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27672551.post-3015741540434617127</id><published>2011-09-24T09:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T09:42:33.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On my way to believing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="415" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-J7J_IWUhls" width="660"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I've got a tight grip on reality but I can't let go of what's infront of me here... I know you're leaving in the morning when you wake up... leave me some kind of proof it's not dream..."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- The Only Exception by Paramore&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27672551-3015741540434617127?l=icanwriteyey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/3015741540434617127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/3015741540434617127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanwriteyey.blogspot.com/2011/09/because-youre-only-exception.html' title='On my way to believing'/><author><name>dana canicosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508665322286501216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5kTMmhPVrY/Tx7RQAv1duI/AAAAAAAABi4/X7I8RDiHEVk/s220/white%2Band%2Bblue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/-J7J_IWUhls/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27672551.post-5233896024680570808</id><published>2011-09-17T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T15:16:53.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because They've Got the Moves Like Jagger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/iEPTlhBmwRg" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Christina Aguilera &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;is back with a collaboration with fellow judge (of the hit singing competition show, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Voice&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;), the forever good looking, &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Adam Levine&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. ;) &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moves Like Jagger&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; is the new song that's on the loop on my player! Because of its funky beat, good vibes all the way. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27672551-5233896024680570808?l=icanwriteyey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/5233896024680570808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/5233896024680570808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanwriteyey.blogspot.com/2011/09/christina-aguilera-is-back-with.html' title='Because They&apos;ve Got the Moves Like Jagger'/><author><name>dana canicosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508665322286501216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5kTMmhPVrY/Tx7RQAv1duI/AAAAAAAABi4/X7I8RDiHEVk/s220/white%2Band%2Bblue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/iEPTlhBmwRg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27672551.post-6666447283556573743</id><published>2011-09-12T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T00:58:29.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Black and White</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oqs5j5nVCIA/SjJD9vfPjiI/AAAAAAAAKSw/NPdNIoA6nMU/s400/emma+watson+model.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oqs5j5nVCIA/SjJD9vfPjiI/AAAAAAAAKSw/NPdNIoA6nMU/s400/emma+watson+model.JPG" width="290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.magxone.com/uploads/2009/06/Emma-Watson-Storm-Model-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://www.magxone.com/uploads/2009/06/Emma-Watson-Storm-Model-2.jpg" width="290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/12350944/black-amp-white-emma-watson-fashion-hair-photo-runawaylove.blogg.no-Favim.com-48157_thumb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.magxone.com/uploads/2009/06/Emma-Watson-Storm-Model-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://www.magxone.com/uploads/2009/06/Emma-Watson-Storm-Model-1.jpg" width="290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://pull.imgfave.netdna-cdn.com/image_cache/1313897109884948.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://pull.imgfave.netdna-cdn.com/image_cache/1313897109884948.jpg" width="296" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Isn't she &lt;strike&gt;lovely&lt;/strike&gt; stunning? &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Emma Watson&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; is an epitome of beauty and brains and class, and she's the perfect example of a role model. Even if she is busy with her commitments such as filming movies and modeling, studying is still on top of her priorities. Also, despite being famous, she never lets fame and fortune get in her head. She has become a woman of essence, and I find her truly fascinating when she begins to speak her mind and stand up for what she believes in. I really admire her and I'm pretty sure that a bright future awaits her. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27672551-6666447283556573743?l=icanwriteyey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/6666447283556573743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/6666447283556573743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanwriteyey.blogspot.com/2011/09/in-black-and-white.html' title='In Black and White'/><author><name>dana canicosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508665322286501216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5kTMmhPVrY/Tx7RQAv1duI/AAAAAAAABi4/X7I8RDiHEVk/s220/white%2Band%2Bblue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oqs5j5nVCIA/SjJD9vfPjiI/AAAAAAAAKSw/NPdNIoA6nMU/s72-c/emma+watson+model.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27672551.post-3181202693105020000</id><published>2011-09-11T03:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T22:40:33.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering 9/11</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Can you still remember what happened in New York on this very day ten years ago?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.mirror.co.uk/upl/m4/sep2009/0/1/9-11-sifr-image-3-659711714.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="418" src="http://images.mirror.co.uk/upl/m4/sep2009/0/1/9-11-sifr-image-3-659711714.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imperfectwomen.com/wp-content/uploads/9-11-lights.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://www.imperfectwomen.com/wp-content/uploads/9-11-lights.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;...and now.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;I was only 10 years old then when I heard about two airplanes that crashed into the tallest buildings in the world, the World Trade Center, or most popularly known as the Twin Towers. I was able to see how the two airplanes caused chaos and fear in the busy streets of New York City. No, I wasn't there but I got to see that "goosebumps" moment because I saw it on TV. It was probably the saddest, the most shocking, and the most horrifying news at that time for the reason that every person I see on TV was crying, asking for help, looking for their missing loved one, and the like. Not only the Americans were greatly affected but the whole world in general. I remember Auntie Lucy and my Dad thought of Auntie Belen and Uncle Pomping who live in New York, and we prayed for their safety and the safety of others too (specially the ones who were in that particular area). I felt bad for the people who lost their loved ones... and yet proud of those who sacrificed their lives to help the others who were trapped in the debris of the buildings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yes, a decade has already passed but the memory is still alive in the hearts and memories of the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second photo shows two blue lights that are being lit up every September 11. The Twin Towers used to stand on that place. On its 10th anniversary, I hear that these lights will be turned on for the last time.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In memory of the 9-11 victims, let's all have a moment of silence and offer a prayer for them and the family they have left behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*Photos retrieved from Google images* &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27672551-3181202693105020000?l=icanwriteyey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/3181202693105020000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/3181202693105020000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanwriteyey.blogspot.com/2011/09/remembering-911.html' title='Remembering 9/11'/><author><name>dana canicosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508665322286501216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5kTMmhPVrY/Tx7RQAv1duI/AAAAAAAABi4/X7I8RDiHEVk/s220/white%2Band%2Bblue.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27672551.post-8260132732987508886</id><published>2011-09-11T00:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T03:19:13.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Three Musketeers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vSRrtit0r8M/TmL-QTShIvI/AAAAAAAABWM/jid2GDscZ1k/s1600/Image0637-pola-a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vSRrtit0r8M/TmL-QTShIvI/AAAAAAAABWM/jid2GDscZ1k/s640/Image0637-pola-a.jpg" width="590" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Meet Hazel and Serie, my adventure buddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Time flies really fast. It has been a year since I met these two wonderful ladies. I love being around Hazel and Serie because I learn a gazillion of interesting things from them. We get to talk about anything under the sun--- from Harry Potter, arts, music, movies, celebrities, our life as teachers, food, photography... you name it! And what I like best about them is that they're always game for something fun and spontaneous, which is why whenever there's an opportunity (and when I get a go-signal from my aunt or my parents), we're off on that mini adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last August 29 (it's a holiday here in the Philippines) after a hearty lunch with my three favorite aunties at Little Asia, I went to Eastwood to meet up with Hazel and Serie. They came all the way from Laguna to seek adventure in one of the most beautiful leisure places in the metro. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as they arrived at our meeting place, we went straight to &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy Lemon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, a store that serves the yummiest beverages &lt;i&gt;with a twist&lt;/i&gt;. Who would have thought that rock salt and cheese could make a simple green tea taste like heaven? And did you know that Yakult would taste even better when combined with lemon? And what's the taste of Oreo cookies mixed with cream coffee? Well, if you're getting more curious about Happy Lemon, &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.happy-lemon.com/en/allclass.aspx"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b9ftNpMlyco/TmMww8cvNoI/AAAAAAAABWQ/0ALSvmLGmBU/s1600/Image0629-pola1-a.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b9ftNpMlyco/TmMww8cvNoI/AAAAAAAABWQ/0ALSvmLGmBU/s640/Image0629-pola1-a.jpg" width="588" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F_ix-rb0qjM/TmMx7bs7RgI/AAAAAAAABWU/jqyTTBoiwYU/s1600/Image0630-pola-1-a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F_ix-rb0qjM/TmMx7bs7RgI/AAAAAAAABWU/jqyTTBoiwYU/s640/Image0630-pola-1-a.jpg" width="592" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Lemon can literally make you happy! Serie and I ordered Milk Tea and Black Pearl while Hazel tried Green Tea with Rock Salt and Cheese. Yes, they're &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; good! We will try Lemon Yakult when we get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jHeSIwY7IyY/TmuQL30SgoI/AAAAAAAABWY/9Fzs8FwE0u8/s1600/Image0640-pola01-a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jHeSIwY7IyY/TmuQL30SgoI/AAAAAAAABWY/9Fzs8FwE0u8/s640/Image0640-pola01-a.jpg" width="596" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also introduced them to Golden Spoon. They were impressed because the yogurt tasted like ice cream. And did I mention that I got mine for free because there was a promo at that time? Coolness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I end this blog by sharing with you the lovely photos I "stole with permission" from Serie. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-krmKW1_ZGKY/TmuSdFAJB0I/AAAAAAAABW0/9jDQSgHn2LU/s1600/325306_2309524307778_1539466343_32524662_3943070_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-krmKW1_ZGKY/TmuSdFAJB0I/AAAAAAAABW0/9jDQSgHn2LU/s640/325306_2309524307778_1539466343_32524662_3943070_o.jpg" width="640" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lh_-HQ5pU4k/TmuR6nnFQ2I/AAAAAAAABWw/4JqfDYa-AtA/s1600/323036_2309526387830_1539466343_32524670_2861493_o.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lh_-HQ5pU4k/TmuR6nnFQ2I/AAAAAAAABWw/4JqfDYa-AtA/s640/323036_2309526387830_1539466343_32524670_2861493_o.jpg" width="640" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iu_6kd7COLY/TmuSzi266TI/AAAAAAAABW8/ARceeq7jsU4/s1600/336378_2309527187850_1539466343_32524675_837927_o.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iu_6kd7COLY/TmuSzi266TI/AAAAAAAABW8/ARceeq7jsU4/s640/336378_2309527187850_1539466343_32524675_837927_o.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;P.S. To Hazel and Serie, just in case you come across this blog, I'm looking forward to having more fun adventures with you both! Round 3 soon, okay? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27672551-8260132732987508886?l=icanwriteyey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/8260132732987508886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/8260132732987508886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanwriteyey.blogspot.com/2011/09/three-musketeers.html' title='The Three Musketeers'/><author><name>dana canicosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508665322286501216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5kTMmhPVrY/Tx7RQAv1duI/AAAAAAAABi4/X7I8RDiHEVk/s220/white%2Band%2Bblue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vSRrtit0r8M/TmL-QTShIvI/AAAAAAAABWM/jid2GDscZ1k/s72-c/Image0637-pola-a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27672551.post-4807295769798413416</id><published>2011-08-27T16:14:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T16:52:59.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gloomy Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/T3E9Wjbq44E" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"My heart's a stereo, it beats for you so listen close. Hear my thoughts in every note... This melody was meant for you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Stereo Hearts by Gym Class Heroes ft. Adam Levine of Maroon 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It has been raining here in Laguna since morning and I'd like to assume that it's also raining in Manila because some of my friends' tweets are all about asking the rain to go away, for they already made plans for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;long&lt;/span&gt; weekend. I know how it feels when something you've been planning for a long time has to be canceled just because of the gloomy weather. Oh well. Let's just pray and hope that the typhoon responsible for this rain goes out of the Philippine area sooner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay safe everyone and enjoy the long weekend! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27672551-4807295769798413416?l=icanwriteyey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/4807295769798413416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/4807295769798413416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanwriteyey.blogspot.com/2011/08/rainy-saturday-afternoon.html' title='The Gloomy Saturday'/><author><name>dana canicosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508665322286501216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5kTMmhPVrY/Tx7RQAv1duI/AAAAAAAABi4/X7I8RDiHEVk/s220/white%2Band%2Bblue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/T3E9Wjbq44E/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27672551.post-6872878602802231306</id><published>2011-08-24T21:54:00.030+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T22:42:58.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello There, Teacher!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's just a simple paper with doodles for some people. Maybe, the child got bored and had nothing to do that's why he wrote the numbers 1-8, and at the back of the paper, he drew seven sticks with circles... plus a pink box with a flower on top. But when you are a teacher in the preschool setting, this piece of paper means something more because every child's drawing has a story behind it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fkjO18hJ4Fo/TlUJ9KT5k5I/AAAAAAAABWI/TpPIcAe8YBA/s1600/Surprise%2Bfrom%2BStudents.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="356" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644428654323274642" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fkjO18hJ4Fo/TlUJ9KT5k5I/AAAAAAAABWI/TpPIcAe8YBA/s640/Surprise%2Bfrom%2BStudents.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I got a surprise from two preschool kids and it's not even my birthday. Our enrichment program for the day had just ended and they were only waiting for their &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sundo&lt;/span&gt;. They saw my colored pens lying around the table and a piece of paper on a chair so they decided to draw.  While checking the papers and organizing my things, one of them asked about my age then my birthday (trivia: one of them thought I was eight years old). I told them that my birthday is in October and no, I'm not eight years old. They continued drawing until Student 1 said, "Teacher, what color of cake do you like?" I said pink and ta&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;daaaah, they showed this to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4AYMmQ5YB6s/TlUHeIdcRYI/AAAAAAAABWA/Zt_o0wwxliE/s1600/Surprise%2Bfrom%2BStudents%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="363" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644425922227225986" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4AYMmQ5YB6s/TlUHeIdcRYI/AAAAAAAABWA/Zt_o0wwxliE/s640/Surprise%2Bfrom%2BStudents%2B001.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Surprise! Well, friends, according to them, this is my birthday party. The pink box with the flower on top is my birthday cake. And I assume that the eight sticks with circles are balloons. How sweet of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, this simple piece of paper is worth keeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can honestly say that teaching is not an easy task because I have to come up with bright ideas to be able to meet the standards and people's expectations of me. And I tell you that I have the days when I feel like giving up because I think I'm not giving my best. But when I see the kids, when I hear their awesome comments, when I have funny conversations with them, when they are happy to see me, and when they hug me, I change my mind. I'm more motivated to work harder and I strive to be stronger and braver. These kids can really brighten up my mornings and I forget about the things that somehow bring me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people tell me that there's no money in teaching but the hugs, the smiles, the unexpected presents, and the greetings that we get everyday are enough to make us feel like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;billionaires&lt;/span&gt;. We receive complements like "Teacher, you're beautiful!" and "I like your dress, teacher!", most specially on days when we feel like crap or ugly. Hearing these words from them never fail to make our hearts jump for joy and dance like a ballerina. Haha! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Iba talaga ang pakiramdam at nakakatuwang isipin na maganda ka pala para sa kanila. &lt;/span&gt;And might I add, I'm sure we all feel like we're the happiest person on this planet once our little kiddos already know how to read the alphabet, identify the letter sounds, read, and sing a song on their own. Or when they achieved something great. Haay, it's truly fulfilling! The rewards that we get are totally priceless. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;P.S. Just to clarify, the grades 7 and 9 students in my previous blog are in my tutorial class in the afternoon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27672551-6872878602802231306?l=icanwriteyey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/6872878602802231306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/6872878602802231306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanwriteyey.blogspot.com/2011/08/perks-of-being-teacher.html' title='Hello There, Teacher!'/><author><name>dana canicosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508665322286501216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5kTMmhPVrY/Tx7RQAv1duI/AAAAAAAABi4/X7I8RDiHEVk/s220/white%2Band%2Bblue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fkjO18hJ4Fo/TlUJ9KT5k5I/AAAAAAAABWI/TpPIcAe8YBA/s72-c/Surprise%2Bfrom%2BStudents.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27672551.post-7946425334009950887</id><published>2011-08-13T11:15:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T18:44:07.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Detour</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm no good in math. In fact, it has been my waterloo since my grade school years. I am not friends with numbers and problem solving, and we have never had a great time together. I don't like solving equations and computing because they just give me headache. Having said this, I'd like to believe that I was born for the creative side and not for the analytical side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess God has a funny way of putting some twists and turns in our lives to make it more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm teaching, my relationship with math has gone to the next level. Never would I have thought in my wildest dreams that I would teach math to my students. Grades 7 and 9 math to be exact. I remember, as a high school student, I cried over geometry because I got a low grade in my card. I never understood a single thing, no matter how much I tried studying until the wee hours of the morning just to prove why this figure is congruent to this figure... why a right triangle is a right triangle... things like that. Geometry and I broke up as soon as my junior year finished. But we're back together&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; again&lt;/span&gt;. Bittersweet, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the week browsing through all the grade 7 books I found in our school's bookshelf and visiting different sites (yay for those that provide an answer key) in the world wide web to enlighten me on topics such as area, surface area, volume, and perimeter. My calculator and my iPod have always been by my side since Monday. Books, fillers, pens, scratch papers, chocolate wrappers and my notebook were all over my table. I felt like a student again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this experience, I learned two things: we don't always get what we want and God has a plan for everyone. Most of the time, we choose the path where we can carry less burden and feel care free. Easy-going. Happy-go-lucky. But sometimes, things that we don't want or expect to happen just happen. They may make us feel fearful but in time we will understand why they had to come into our lives. Maybe, this is God's way for us to overcome our fears and weaknesses. We may have to make little sacrifices but keep in mind that, quoting &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.iamsuperbianca.com/"&gt;Bianca&lt;/a&gt;, "it all works out for the best in the end". God knows what is best for us. Trust and believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studying geometry (trigonometry is next in line) is definitely challenging but I won't give up because I know I can do it. And yes, I'm beginning to appreciate math now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27672551-7946425334009950887?l=icanwriteyey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/7946425334009950887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/7946425334009950887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanwriteyey.blogspot.com/2011/08/gotta-love-math.html' title='The Detour'/><author><name>dana canicosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508665322286501216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5kTMmhPVrY/Tx7RQAv1duI/AAAAAAAABi4/X7I8RDiHEVk/s220/white%2Band%2Bblue.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27672551.post-2676707474125302455</id><published>2011-08-12T20:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T15:53:26.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Loop</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you're a regular reader of this blog (hahaha feeling!), you can tell how much I adore Filipino bands that make nice music.  So tonight, I'm updating my "Proud to be Pinay" playlist by adding new songs from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Up Dharma Down&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pupil, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Imago&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/tb2uJtlZzbk" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Indak&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Up Dharma Down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nothing beats to Armi Millare's soothing and captivating voice. Up Dharma Down &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; Up Dharma Down! I guess I have to agree with someone who said, "I told you, UDD came from a different universe". ;) I feel so lucky because I was given an opportunity to watch them perform live (and it was for free!) at DLSU during my last year as a college student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8LCIb3KASa8" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;20/20&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pupil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pupil's music is getting better as years go by. With Ely Buendia (the former vocalist of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; Eraserheads) on vocals, Yan Yuzon (he's the brother of Yael, the vocalist of Spongecola) on lead guitars, Dok Sergio on bass, and Wendell Garcia on drums, I'm sure this band will go places. I won't be surprised if I'll see them on international charts one day. Check out the video too. It's refreshing to see an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;empty&lt;/span&gt; EDSA... no cars and no traffic at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/60P8qsverBA" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ang Huling Yakap ng Mundo&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Imago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In my honest opinion, Imago is a versatile band. Imago has shown its versatility not only through the music it makes but through the music videos as well. And can I just say that Aia is so pretty in this music video?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Tcg45IPmfic" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey Daydreamer&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Somedaydream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There's one solo artist who made it to my playlist and he's none other than &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Somedaydream&lt;/span&gt; also known as Rez Toledo. He's been making waves in the music industry for quite some time now. I think that Hey Daydreamer is a lovely song and the music video is so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy weekend! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27672551-2676707474125302455?l=icanwriteyey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/2676707474125302455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/2676707474125302455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanwriteyey.blogspot.com/2011/08/on-loop.html' title='On the Loop'/><author><name>dana canicosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508665322286501216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5kTMmhPVrY/Tx7RQAv1duI/AAAAAAAABi4/X7I8RDiHEVk/s220/white%2Band%2Bblue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/tb2uJtlZzbk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27672551.post-3525218941540766790</id><published>2011-08-08T01:23:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T01:32:09.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Monday Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AURXcKjrB44/Tj7KPlVZRoI/AAAAAAAABVY/INYnEsfE-tk/s1600/positive%2Bvibes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 589px; height: 262px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AURXcKjrB44/Tj7KPlVZRoI/AAAAAAAABVY/INYnEsfE-tk/s400/positive%2Bvibes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638166152583136898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chase that Monday blues away. Start the day right. Smile! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27672551-3525218941540766790?l=icanwriteyey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/3525218941540766790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/3525218941540766790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanwriteyey.blogspot.com/2011/08/its-monday-again.html' title='It&apos;s Monday Again'/><author><name>dana canicosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508665322286501216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5kTMmhPVrY/Tx7RQAv1duI/AAAAAAAABi4/X7I8RDiHEVk/s220/white%2Band%2Bblue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AURXcKjrB44/Tj7KPlVZRoI/AAAAAAAABVY/INYnEsfE-tk/s72-c/positive%2Bvibes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27672551.post-8344905881943084385</id><published>2011-08-07T20:22:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T23:46:43.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Friday Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;July 29, 2011- Rushed to Alabang Town Center after my last class to watch Deathly Hallows Part 2 with my bestfriend, Margaret. Felt so worried that time because both of us were still on our way, and the movie starts in thirty minutes. Made a "pact" that whoever comes first will buy the ticket. :)) Good thing she arrived earlier than me so she was able to see the part where Harry, Ron and Hermione talked to Griphook and Mr. Ollivander. ;) Was a little bit late and even though I missed those parts, it's okay. It was my second round after all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; superb and the interpretation of David Yates is almost close to the book. The scenes wherein the trio got stuck inside Bellatrix Lestrange's vault at Gringotts, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mad&lt;/span&gt; yet brilliant idea of Hermione so they could go out of the vault, the the most-awaited kiss of Ron and Hermione, and the battle at Hogwarts left us breathless. But what really touched us is Snape's story. Who would have thought that behind that long black greasy hair and intimidating facade is a loyal, loving, and brave man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching the movie, Margaret and I lined up for a cup of Serenitea. The line was much, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;much&lt;/span&gt; longer than the usual so we got to catch up and share our experiences in school while waiting for our turn. She ordered Hokkaido while I opted for Okinawa. I can't wait for her  review on this awesome drink on her blog! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOYLcxwVoUE/Tj6To6tfUiI/AAAAAAAABUI/40Lf5eqFuFM/s1600/SDC13695_a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="452" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638106114678542882" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOYLcxwVoUE/Tj6To6tfUiI/AAAAAAAABUI/40Lf5eqFuFM/s640/SDC13695_a.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;By the way, check out our names in the cup. The girl who served us (if I'm not mistaken she's the manager) heard my name and wrote my name right (yay!) but otherwise for Margaret. We don't blame her though. She might have been serving the moviegoers since the mall opened in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZcs_39G2rU/Tj6UkjswvHI/AAAAAAAABUQ/byCOoaTAZTI/s1600/SDC13698_a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="441" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638107139293625458" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZcs_39G2rU/Tj6UkjswvHI/AAAAAAAABUQ/byCOoaTAZTI/s640/SDC13698_a.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Margaret's new name is &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Markel&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oAvlVX7Ed28/Tj6VeY-YNiI/AAAAAAAABUY/gwij8bShe8A/s1600/SDC13699_a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="453" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638108132847138338" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oAvlVX7Ed28/Tj6VeY-YNiI/AAAAAAAABUY/gwij8bShe8A/s640/SDC13699_a.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Finally!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Of course, the night won't be complete without the Kodak moments!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-erSZFUnk7SY/Tj6Yvav4lWI/AAAAAAAABUg/Ee0YJfEfHrw/s1600/SDC13702_a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="456" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638111723915875682" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-erSZFUnk7SY/Tj6Yvav4lWI/AAAAAAAABUg/Ee0YJfEfHrw/s640/SDC13702_a.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tJdZIdzdflo/Tj6aT9SB6EI/AAAAAAAABUw/mkKMzFl16bM/s1600/SDC13713_a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="466" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638113451172816962" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tJdZIdzdflo/Tj6aT9SB6EI/AAAAAAAABUw/mkKMzFl16bM/s640/SDC13713_a.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bakit nga ba ako tumatawa ng bongga dito? Haha!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pBFMWyBUoB0/Tj6bvBynCEI/AAAAAAAABU4/REv01C90c8k/s1600/SDC13714_a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="480" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638115015751305282" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pBFMWyBUoB0/Tj6bvBynCEI/AAAAAAAABU4/REv01C90c8k/s640/SDC13714_a.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ipPwo3sADnI/Tj6dbZTiOaI/AAAAAAAABVA/TvrqgFxIjXU/s1600/SDC13707_a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="456" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638116877489289634" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ipPwo3sADnI/Tj6dbZTiOaI/AAAAAAAABVA/TvrqgFxIjXU/s640/SDC13707_a.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We were supposed to eat dinner but unfortunately most of the restaurants were closed (the movie ended at past 10pm) so we decided to eat at McDonald's at a gas station in SLEX, but changed our minds when we saw Yellowcab.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q0XpRgV0mCE/Tj6eXXT_umI/AAAAAAAABVI/WZQiBVNOf4M/s1600/SDC13718_a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="452" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638117907746503266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q0XpRgV0mCE/Tj6eXXT_umI/AAAAAAAABVI/WZQiBVNOf4M/s640/SDC13718_a.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sIsY-apG8tk/Tj6gQS1TQoI/AAAAAAAABVQ/6Mw7ncgAM10/s1600/SDC13719_a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="458" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638119985308189314" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sIsY-apG8tk/Tj6gQS1TQoI/AAAAAAAABVQ/6Mw7ncgAM10/s640/SDC13719_a.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finished the chicken alfredo pasta and left only two pieces of 14 inch New York Classic pizza as soon as we got home. Yes, we were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; hungry! :)) It was a late dinner but still! Margaret had her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nth&lt;/span&gt; sleepover in our house. :p Went to bed with a happy and contented feeling. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nabusog kami sa food at nabusog din sa kwento&lt;/span&gt;. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these combined together, I can proudly say, mischief managed. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27672551-8344905881943084385?l=icanwriteyey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/8344905881943084385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/8344905881943084385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanwriteyey.blogspot.com/2011/08/last-friday-night.html' title='Last Friday Night'/><author><name>dana canicosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508665322286501216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5kTMmhPVrY/Tx7RQAv1duI/AAAAAAAABi4/X7I8RDiHEVk/s220/white%2Band%2Bblue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOYLcxwVoUE/Tj6To6tfUiI/AAAAAAAABUI/40Lf5eqFuFM/s72-c/SDC13695_a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27672551.post-5739314197388932170</id><published>2011-08-07T19:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T00:32:27.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And if in case the most abstract of colors fades away, I'll still be thankful for you each day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/SxvmfeIwe3E" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Spongecola&lt;/span&gt; is back with its latest single, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Regal&lt;/span&gt;. So far, this is the most beautiful song the band has ever written and the most heartfelt one. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27672551-5739314197388932170?l=icanwriteyey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/5739314197388932170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/5739314197388932170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanwriteyey.blogspot.com/2011/08/and-if-in-case-most-abstract-of-colors.html' title='And if in case the most abstract of colors fades away, I&apos;ll still be thankful for you each day...'/><author><name>dana canicosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508665322286501216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5kTMmhPVrY/Tx7RQAv1duI/AAAAAAAABi4/X7I8RDiHEVk/s220/white%2Band%2Bblue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/SxvmfeIwe3E/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27672551.post-1859369935079401952</id><published>2011-07-22T21:16:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T22:37:27.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Indie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A couple of weeks ago, I made a playlist on my iTunes entitled "It's Time to Burn Some Eyebrows" to inspire me when I study, or when I work on my students' worksheets and other activities. My playlist includes the music of Dashboard Confessionals, The Script, Maroon5, Yellowcard, Hellogoodbye, and some songs from movie soundtracks (500 Days of Summer, Nick &amp;amp; Norah's Infinite Playlist, and Angus, Thongs and Perfect Snogging) which are mostly indie. Because most of the songs in this playlist are upbeat, I haven't had the sleepy feeling yet whenever it's on the loop. The pumping music keeps me alive and kickin'. So far so good. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This playlist somehow helped me appreciate indie music more. It's not something that I hear everyday so listening to indie music is refreshing in a way. So for today, for a change, let's pave a way to the indies! Allow me to share with you some of the indie songs that are in my playlist:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/7Cf7QogvuLQ" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sugar Mouse&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, Atoms&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/C6Akztkm97A" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Baby, It's Fact&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Hellogoodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/MQyqNYkli08" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Here Comes Your Man&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Meaghan Smith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These songs remind me of summer, rainbows, lollipops, big smiles and any thing that attracts positive vibes. Happy weekend everyone! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27672551-1859369935079401952?l=icanwriteyey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/1859369935079401952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/1859369935079401952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanwriteyey.blogspot.com/2011/07/going-indie.html' title='Going Indie'/><author><name>dana canicosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508665322286501216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5kTMmhPVrY/Tx7RQAv1duI/AAAAAAAABi4/X7I8RDiHEVk/s220/white%2Band%2Bblue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/7Cf7QogvuLQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27672551.post-1901863207993970309</id><published>2011-07-17T19:58:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T00:14:56.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding happiness in a cup of tea</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-unmKHNeJrz4/Tig7aVKrJbI/AAAAAAAABT4/LVa3NjCZB8s/s1600/SDC13613_watermark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-unmKHNeJrz4/Tig7aVKrJbI/AAAAAAAABT4/LVa3NjCZB8s/s400/SDC13613_watermark.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631816657571358130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Can you imagine how happy I was when I finally got the chance to drink a cup of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Serenitea&lt;/span&gt;? Some of you may think this is way too odd to be this happy or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mababaw&lt;/span&gt; but this is how I roll. ;) Anyway, I've always wanted to try a cup of tea from Serenitea since I heard good feed backs from some friends and colleagues. But for some unknown reason, I never had the opportunity to drop by its stall at Alabang Town Center until yesterday. Just like the latest Harry Potter movie, I realized that it's also a blockbuster hit among the old and young alike because they don't mind falling in line and waiting patiently for their turn to order their favorite Serenitea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z7T8YNRHVfw/TihA3NEgfTI/AAAAAAAABUA/UnXMfU--cfE/s1600/SDC13629_watermark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z7T8YNRHVfw/TihA3NEgfTI/AAAAAAAABUA/UnXMfU--cfE/s400/SDC13629_watermark.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631822651172355378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Because it was my first time, I wasn't familiar with the tea selection so I tried &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Hokkaido&lt;/span&gt;, one of the store's bestsellers, and it was really, really good. It didn't only satisfy my craving but it also gave me a peaceful and relaxing feeling while taking a sip. Certainly, it's not your ordinary cup of tea. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way, check out my name on the cup. It's misspelled again. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Haven't tried it yet? Visit the Serenitea branches located at San Juan (Greenhills), Banawe in Quezon City, B.F. Homes and Alabang Town Center*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27672551-1901863207993970309?l=icanwriteyey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/1901863207993970309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/1901863207993970309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanwriteyey.blogspot.com/2011/07/finding-happiness-in-cup-of-tea.html' title='Finding happiness in a cup of tea'/><author><name>dana canicosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508665322286501216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5kTMmhPVrY/Tx7RQAv1duI/AAAAAAAABi4/X7I8RDiHEVk/s220/white%2Band%2Bblue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-unmKHNeJrz4/Tig7aVKrJbI/AAAAAAAABT4/LVa3NjCZB8s/s72-c/SDC13613_watermark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27672551.post-1344859422196963390</id><published>2011-07-15T21:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T23:09:00.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Never Gets Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/TtqAUOxwh-k" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There is something special with this Eraserheads' classic, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With a Smile&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may be more than "a decade years old" already but I never get tired of listening to it. I must say, when it comes to original Filipino music, nothing compares to this song in terms of making someone feel a little bit better, most specially if he or she is having a bad day. So, if by any chance you are feeling down today, this one is definitely for you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27672551-1344859422196963390?l=icanwriteyey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/1344859422196963390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/1344859422196963390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanwriteyey.blogspot.com/2011/07/it-never-gets-old.html' title='It Never Gets Old'/><author><name>dana canicosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508665322286501216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5kTMmhPVrY/Tx7RQAv1duI/AAAAAAAABi4/X7I8RDiHEVk/s220/white%2Band%2Bblue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/TtqAUOxwh-k/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27672551.post-6459508175373710946</id><published>2011-07-09T14:06:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T16:33:51.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dreamer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have a new addition to the "places I want to visit someday" list and it's none other than the charming city of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Prague&lt;/span&gt;. I was reading Patty Laurel's blog the other night and I got hooked by her recent blog post. She is definitely the best example of a jet-setter because at the very young age of 28, she has been to 28 countries already! Beat that. She has traveled all her life and the experiences/learning that she gained from traveling are truly inspiring and quite interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patty's 28th destination is in Czech Republic... a place in Europe where one can see "beautifully restored buildings" which are influenced by "Gothic, Renaissance and Baroque" periods. I think it will be a huge crime if you don't bring your camera with you too once you step foot in Prague. I can't blame Patty for taking photos of random buildings while walking around the city because they're indeed beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm spamming you with the photos I found on Google:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V9i9zDTz_6U/Thf8m5ZofBI/AAAAAAAABSw/ybym5BLsA8c/s1600/prague.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V9i9zDTz_6U/Thf8m5ZofBI/AAAAAAAABSw/ybym5BLsA8c/s400/prague.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627244004596284434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Oyq3fSFeXRc/Thf857KnoHI/AAAAAAAABS4/A10nCAzfpiw/s1600/prague2.jpeg"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 193px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Oyq3fSFeXRc/Thf857KnoHI/AAAAAAAABS4/A10nCAzfpiw/s400/prague2.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627244331487699058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bMDvd6ZEXsY/Thf-A9Pv3fI/AAAAAAAABTI/ksLimWfjoQc/s1600/prague4.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bMDvd6ZEXsY/Thf-A9Pv3fI/AAAAAAAABTI/ksLimWfjoQc/s400/prague4.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627245551816793586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NaKToYZgM2o/Thf9QUsDbXI/AAAAAAAABTA/3_vURrMIPdE/s1600/prague3.jpeg"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NaKToYZgM2o/Thf9QUsDbXI/AAAAAAAABTA/3_vURrMIPdE/s400/prague3.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627244716295941490" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0leKMmDOPLE/ThgA4sEo03I/AAAAAAAABTo/hwuHrUuYRF4/s1600/prague10.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 195px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0leKMmDOPLE/ThgA4sEo03I/AAAAAAAABTo/hwuHrUuYRF4/s400/prague10.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627248708302721906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nRauT2dqBww/ThgBaTM2gxI/AAAAAAAABTw/K0odJnHfPa8/s1600/prague5.jpeg"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nRauT2dqBww/ThgBaTM2gxI/AAAAAAAABTw/K0odJnHfPa8/s400/prague5.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627249285741839122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They say that Prague is one of the most beautiful cities in the world and I couldn't agree more. I admire their government and its citizens for restoring these ancient buildings (and I hear that some of them have been transformed into hotels and restaurants) so that people who come to Prague will not only enjoy their stay but also learn about its history. Haay, I hope &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt; (Philippine government plus &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;us---&lt;/span&gt;the extraordinary and cool citizens of the Philippines :D) also exert extra effort in restoring the buildings that have lived since the Spanish era. When will our country become like this? I wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-51lLNNG4gm4/Thf_2HYVf4I/AAAAAAAABTY/SG18-AYjKeE/s1600/prague6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-51lLNNG4gm4/Thf_2HYVf4I/AAAAAAAABTY/SG18-AYjKeE/s400/prague6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627247564581863298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MHOfF63hi_o/ThgANV7cVrI/AAAAAAAABTg/ISqR4G9nzBU/s1600/prague7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MHOfF63hi_o/ThgANV7cVrI/AAAAAAAABTg/ISqR4G9nzBU/s400/prague7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627247963624199858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prague, see you soon!&lt;/span&gt; I look forward to having my own one-of-a-kind adventures in this lovely city. And last but not the least, please visit Patty's awesome &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://dapattylaurel.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;. You'll really learn a lot from her. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27672551-6459508175373710946?l=icanwriteyey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/6459508175373710946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/6459508175373710946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanwriteyey.blogspot.com/2011/07/dreamer.html' title='The Dreamer'/><author><name>dana canicosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508665322286501216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5kTMmhPVrY/Tx7RQAv1duI/AAAAAAAABi4/X7I8RDiHEVk/s220/white%2Band%2Bblue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V9i9zDTz_6U/Thf8m5ZofBI/AAAAAAAABSw/ybym5BLsA8c/s72-c/prague.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27672551.post-1295385427534756252</id><published>2011-07-03T15:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T16:07:40.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Baby Rose</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JOFwBH3M_FM/ThAf9qRhq8I/AAAAAAAABSg/48pkKEgdZNo/s1600/ron%2527s%2Bletter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 264px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JOFwBH3M_FM/ThAf9qRhq8I/AAAAAAAABSg/48pkKEgdZNo/s400/ron%2527s%2Bletter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625031078766029762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xhyEETRN2tk/ThAgon7XKxI/AAAAAAAABSo/fuhB7_bns3Y/s1600/ron%2527s%2Bletter2.jpg"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xhyEETRN2tk/ThAgon7XKxI/AAAAAAAABSo/fuhB7_bns3Y/s400/ron%2527s%2Bletter2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625031816870570770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've always been a fan of Ron and Hermione's team-up, even if they fight like cats and dogs most of the time. I'm sure I've said this before and I hope you don't mind if I say it again: they're really my favorite couple in the wizarding world and I'm so happy they ended up together. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27672551-1295385427534756252?l=icanwriteyey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/1295385427534756252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/1295385427534756252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanwriteyey.blogspot.com/2011/07/for-baby-rose.html' title='For Baby Rose'/><author><name>dana canicosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508665322286501216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5kTMmhPVrY/Tx7RQAv1duI/AAAAAAAABi4/X7I8RDiHEVk/s220/white%2Band%2Bblue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JOFwBH3M_FM/ThAf9qRhq8I/AAAAAAAABSg/48pkKEgdZNo/s72-c/ron%2527s%2Bletter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27672551.post-2923908589187360328</id><published>2011-07-01T19:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T15:47:07.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And it all ends here</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/5NYt1qirBWg" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fourteen days to go before the big day! I know we are all excited to see the second part of the Deathly Hallows once it hits the cinemas on July 15 (it's also the birthday of my college friend, &lt;a href="http://maryseesteban.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maryse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, who happens to be big fan of Harry Potter too!). The trailer itself is so enticing and I can't help but wonder how Harry will defeat the darkest and most powerful wizard of all time on their final battle. I'm sure this is going to be epic and remarkable. David Yates has done a good job on the first one. I hope the second one is as good, if not much better. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27672551-2923908589187360328?l=icanwriteyey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/2923908589187360328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/2923908589187360328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanwriteyey.blogspot.com/2011/07/and-it-all-ends-here.html' title='And it all ends here'/><author><name>dana canicosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508665322286501216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5kTMmhPVrY/Tx7RQAv1duI/AAAAAAAABi4/X7I8RDiHEVk/s220/white%2Band%2Bblue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/5NYt1qirBWg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27672551.post-2387194577957630986</id><published>2011-06-24T22:02:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T00:33:52.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>But if I tell the world, I'll never say enough 'cause it was not said to you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/08DjMT-qR9g" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adele's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Chasing Pavements&lt;/span&gt; is one of the perfect songs to listen to on a rainy day. Her calm voice is very relaxing and it's like candy to the ears. And I think it's best paired with a cup of hot chocolate topped with marshmallows. Yummy! Enjoy the music video and stay safe everyone. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile... recently, I've been receiving sweet messages from the people who read my blog. Let me take this opportunity to thank all of you. Your messages really mean a lot to me. Thank you, thank you, thank you!!! One big hug! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27672551-2387194577957630986?l=icanwriteyey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/2387194577957630986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/2387194577957630986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanwriteyey.blogspot.com/2011/06/chasing-pavements.html' title='But if I tell the world, I&apos;ll never say enough &apos;cause it was not said to you'/><author><name>dana canicosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508665322286501216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5kTMmhPVrY/Tx7RQAv1duI/AAAAAAAABi4/X7I8RDiHEVk/s220/white%2Band%2Bblue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/08DjMT-qR9g/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27672551.post-6389233997827911059</id><published>2011-06-24T21:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T22:01:34.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How the Rain Made Me Feel Like I'm a Big Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today has been an adventure I will never ever forget. For the very  first time in my entire life, I took public transportation and braved  the strong winds and heavy rain. I didn't know what psyched me to  commute on my own with this kind of weather. As a matter of fact, our  family driver was just a call away but I decided not to call him. Of all  days, today was the day when I felt adventurous.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My adventure  started with riding a tricycle. I rode a tricycle to take me to the  terminal. On the way, I prayed for only three things: 1. Make the rain  "rest" even only for a while 2. Not be late for my tutorial sessions 3.  Let this be a safe trip. It was raining hard when I arrived at the  terminal and I was fortunate enough to find an &lt;em&gt;empty&lt;/em&gt; jeepney  going to my destination. I wasn't expecting this because I heard from my  friends who commute that looking for a jeepney on rainy days is quite  difficult. However, in my case, it's the other way around.  Good thing. After thirty minutes, I was already at the workplace, feeling safe,  happy, independent and brave in a way. I got wet, yes, but it's okay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Do I regret it? &lt;strong&gt;No&lt;/strong&gt;.  :) For me, what I experienced today is something worth sharing. I guess  I have finally moved out of my comfort zone and I'm no longer&lt;em&gt; that&lt;/em&gt;  afraid to try out something new. I'm taking my "adventurous self" to  the next level, slowly but surely. Having said this, I am proud to say  that &lt;strong&gt;I'm a big girl now&lt;/strong&gt;. ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And oh, before I  forget, just in case you're wondering... I didn't drive because the car  that I'm using is still at the auto clinic and it's scheduled to be  picked up on Monday. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27672551-6389233997827911059?l=icanwriteyey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/6389233997827911059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/6389233997827911059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanwriteyey.blogspot.com/2011/06/how-rain-made-me-feel-like-im-big-girl.html' title='How the Rain Made Me Feel Like I&apos;m a Big Girl'/><author><name>dana canicosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508665322286501216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5kTMmhPVrY/Tx7RQAv1duI/AAAAAAAABi4/X7I8RDiHEVk/s220/white%2Band%2Bblue.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27672551.post-3947240284042750392</id><published>2011-06-03T18:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T16:15:44.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blue Nails</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8a2iYt156E8/Tei5o0KPSII/AAAAAAAABSY/lg_PQ7-WsQY/s1600/SDC13213_abd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8a2iYt156E8/Tei5o0KPSII/AAAAAAAABSY/lg_PQ7-WsQY/s400/SDC13213_abd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613941046364817538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Summer is about to end and I wanted to do something different so when Ate Rina, our family's manicurist-pedicurist, dropped by our house last Monday, I asked her if she could paint my nails. After all, it has been three years since the last time I put some "color and life" on my nails. It took us a while in choosing which nail polish to put before we settled for blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a fan of nail polish (and my friends can attest to this) but I realized that my nails deserve to look pretty/dainty sometimes. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27672551-3947240284042750392?l=icanwriteyey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/3947240284042750392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/3947240284042750392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanwriteyey.blogspot.com/2011/06/blue-nails.html' title='The Blue Nails'/><author><name>dana canicosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508665322286501216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5kTMmhPVrY/Tx7RQAv1duI/AAAAAAAABi4/X7I8RDiHEVk/s220/white%2Band%2Bblue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8a2iYt156E8/Tei5o0KPSII/AAAAAAAABSY/lg_PQ7-WsQY/s72-c/SDC13213_abd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27672551.post-4885924900247366059</id><published>2011-05-23T23:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T00:41:33.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Maroon 5 Playlist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Since I wasn't able to buy a ticket for Maroon 5's concert tonight, I looked for the band's videos (singing live) on Youtube. And then I'll imagine I'm at the concert venue too. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/L4AdCoKxguQ" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Give a Little More&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Misery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/lwjHqhMwsEI" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She Will be Loved&lt;/span&gt; plus a "bonus" in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/krS1mYGGs_g" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stutter&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I hope they come back again soon. Next year, perhaps? I've been dreaming of seeing and meeting (wishful thinking) them in person. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27672551-4885924900247366059?l=icanwriteyey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/4885924900247366059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/4885924900247366059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanwriteyey.blogspot.com/2011/05/maroon-5-playlist.html' title='A Maroon 5 Playlist'/><author><name>dana canicosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508665322286501216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5kTMmhPVrY/Tx7RQAv1duI/AAAAAAAABi4/X7I8RDiHEVk/s220/white%2Band%2Bblue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/L4AdCoKxguQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27672551.post-3492432978093686493</id><published>2011-05-22T00:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T01:16:41.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank Bro, We're Still Alive and Breathing</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Today is a special day and I’ll tell you why later”&lt;/em&gt;. This  line was immortalized by a professor I once had when I was still a  college freshman. He became famous for using this line as his way of  greeting his students before starting the lecture or lesson for the day.  We never knew the reason behind it until our last day of regular class,  when he finally shared. I cannot really remember the exact words but  what he said goes like this:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today is a special day because every day is a day that you will never have again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday,  a childhood friend surprised me  when she asked about my stand on “May 21 Doomsday”. It didn’t ring a  bell at first but then I suddenly remembered the one article I read on  the newspaper some days ago. A lot of people have been predicting that  May 21 is &lt;em&gt;The Day&lt;/em&gt; since the occurrence of natural calamities  such as floods, earthquakes, tsunamis, and tornadoes recently. I paused  for a while and stared at my laptop screen for about five or ten  minutes, just thinking of an answer. After “reflecting” with myself, I  responded to my childhood friend and we started a meaningful  conversation out of it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We spend too much of our time  over-analyzing and worrying about things that don’t matter at all.  Perhaps, these natural disasters occur because the Big Guy above wants  to remind us to change our ways. No one really knows the end of the  world, even the Bible. So why don’t we take a deep breath and think of  happy thoughts, do something good or count our blessings instead?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Our life is too short to be unhappy,  worried, *insert all the negative adjectives you can think of here*.  Just like what our professor said, each day is a special day so we  should seize every opportunity we get. At least, when &lt;em&gt;The Day&lt;/em&gt; comes, we regret nothing because we know we lived our life to the fullest. :)  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27672551-3492432978093686493?l=icanwriteyey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/3492432978093686493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/3492432978093686493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanwriteyey.blogspot.com/2011/05/thank-bro-were-still-alive-and.html' title='Thank Bro, We&apos;re Still Alive and Breathing'/><author><name>dana canicosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508665322286501216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5kTMmhPVrY/Tx7RQAv1duI/AAAAAAAABi4/X7I8RDiHEVk/s220/white%2Band%2Bblue.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27672551.post-4311865569856822946</id><published>2011-05-19T23:43:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T01:11:43.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can't Lie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/oqaEh2hAajM" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's definitely one of my favorite songs from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Maroon 5&lt;/span&gt;'s latest album, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Hands All Over&lt;/span&gt;. It's been on loop for the nth time today. Happy listening! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27672551-4311865569856822946?l=icanwriteyey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/4311865569856822946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/4311865569856822946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanwriteyey.blogspot.com/2011/05/youre-just-dream.html' title='I Can&apos;t Lie'/><author><name>dana canicosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508665322286501216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5kTMmhPVrY/Tx7RQAv1duI/AAAAAAAABi4/X7I8RDiHEVk/s220/white%2Band%2Bblue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/oqaEh2hAajM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27672551.post-4385700563121637541</id><published>2011-05-19T22:34:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T02:23:43.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beginning of a Happily Ever After</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's an honor to be a part of Teacher Portia and Sir Ron's wedding last Sunday. After two or more years of being in a relationship (they're college sweethearts, if I'm not mistaken), they finally decided to tie the knot and settle for good. I'm glad I was able to share this special moment with them. It's the grandest wedding celebration I have ever attended so far, and I think it's the Filipino counterpart of the Royal Wedding of Prince William and Kate Middleton. The wedding was held at St. Therese in Lipa, Batangas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3d2DzfUabzs/TdU1Kkh_gbI/AAAAAAAABQ8/MLqQ7vQLzP0/s1600/d_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3d2DzfUabzs/TdU1Kkh_gbI/AAAAAAAABQ8/MLqQ7vQLzP0/s400/d_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608447366681035186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken before the start of the mass. As you can clearly see, we (except the guys, of course) were all wearing that cute purple headbands. The guy beside me is Sir Ron, the groom. By the way, they told me I looked like a flower girl because of my outfit. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YFivxQRBvRE/TdU1W12aZ-I/AAAAAAAABRE/PLZixvpRPlE/s1600/1_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YFivxQRBvRE/TdU1W12aZ-I/AAAAAAAABRE/PLZixvpRPlE/s400/1_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608447577488517090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xVjw-KgmtuU/TdU115X39oI/AAAAAAAABRM/S-85DX5BCFg/s1600/2_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xVjw-KgmtuU/TdU115X39oI/AAAAAAAABRM/S-85DX5BCFg/s400/2_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608448111010117250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was excited to see the wedding march. We were all smiling from ear to ear as the entourage walked down the aisle. When it was Teacher Portia's turn, the church's doors opened while her favorite song &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dream&lt;/span&gt; was being played, and all eyes were on her. She was the most beautiful woman that day. She started to shed tears of joy when she entered the church and began walking. The guests (especially her sisters) and my fellow colleagues wiped their tears while I only got goosebumps as she approached the altar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, we weren't able to witness the wedding vows because we had to rush immediately to the reception venue (Blue Roze, also in Lipa, Batangas) to finish the tasks that Teacher Portia and Sir Ron assigned to us. We checked on the sitting arrangement, the food, the cake, the names of the guests, the sound system, the souvenirs and the like. We had our "mini-pictorial" after accomplishing our tasks since we won't be able to do it once the newlyweds and their guests arrive. Here are some of our photos I got from Teacher Serie's camera:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CYlz_2IIj5Y/TdU2ZhBrDuI/AAAAAAAABRU/iqTx0xHFGXE/s1600/g_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CYlz_2IIj5Y/TdU2ZhBrDuI/AAAAAAAABRU/iqTx0xHFGXE/s400/g_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608448722949836514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yXZ8ctqIJuE/TdU2uBzt4uI/AAAAAAAABRc/4fAxeZq3QcM/s1600/l_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yXZ8ctqIJuE/TdU2uBzt4uI/AAAAAAAABRc/4fAxeZq3QcM/s400/l_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608449075347055330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J_MnLploSjA/TdU33d0iYuI/AAAAAAAABRk/4NUNL3JXalk/s1600/n_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J_MnLploSjA/TdU33d0iYuI/AAAAAAAABRk/4NUNL3JXalk/s400/n_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608450336997139170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0loOQ_18DMk/TdU4cz7HlTI/AAAAAAAABRs/VVUGFfweH-A/s1600/s_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0loOQ_18DMk/TdU4cz7HlTI/AAAAAAAABRs/VVUGFfweH-A/s400/s_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608450978585482546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the night also at Blue Roze because the celebration ended at around past 8pm. Teacher Portia and Sir Ron considered the fact that we're all living in Laguna and it would be unsafe for us to go home late so they booked a cottage for us. There we also met their friends way back from college. It was fun! May 15, 2011 will always be remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's all! Until my next blog post! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*All photos from Teacher Serie*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27672551-4385700563121637541?l=icanwriteyey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/4385700563121637541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/4385700563121637541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanwriteyey.blogspot.com/2011/05/beginning-of-happily-ever-after.html' title='The Beginning of a Happily Ever After'/><author><name>dana canicosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508665322286501216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5kTMmhPVrY/Tx7RQAv1duI/AAAAAAAABi4/X7I8RDiHEVk/s220/white%2Band%2Bblue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3d2DzfUabzs/TdU1Kkh_gbI/AAAAAAAABQ8/MLqQ7vQLzP0/s72-c/d_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27672551.post-5802103697830825906</id><published>2011-05-11T19:37:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T00:57:34.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's crazy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IKhMLHxQ0nU/TcqiyA73GPI/AAAAAAAABQ0/A06xLwTdq50/s1600/SDC12774_a1bcd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IKhMLHxQ0nU/TcqiyA73GPI/AAAAAAAABQ0/A06xLwTdq50/s400/SDC12774_a1bcd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605471666344237298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Crazy for Crazy Bands: April 19, 2011)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I first laid my eyes on these crazy bands, I remember telling myself that I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shall&lt;/span&gt; buy a pack if I have some extra money in my wallet. They are colorful and they come in different shapes, enough to make them so attractive not only to kids but to kids-at-heart as well. Imagine the happy look on my face when I finally bought three packs of crazy bands some weeks ago. I was like a five year old girl whose eyes were sparkling with amazement as I show them off to my aunt. They are totally hip that why I like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy bands have been a part of my casual attire since that one fateful day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, speaking of crazy bands, let me take this opportunity to share a little something. I used to wear these (sometimes) at driving school and I noticed that my teacher seemed so interested in them. On my second to the last day, I told him to get one and he got the other &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;number one&lt;/span&gt;. It's my way of saying "thank you" and letting him feel how much I appreciate his effort and patience in teaching me how to drive. If not because of him, I will not be able to learn so many things about driving. Unfortunately, I'm not sure if he's going to be my teacher on the last day. I wish I had said it personally. So &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teacher B&lt;/span&gt;, if you come across this blog, thank you! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27672551-5802103697830825906?l=icanwriteyey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/5802103697830825906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/5802103697830825906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanwriteyey.blogspot.com/2011/05/its-crazy.html' title='It&apos;s crazy!'/><author><name>dana canicosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508665322286501216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5kTMmhPVrY/Tx7RQAv1duI/AAAAAAAABi4/X7I8RDiHEVk/s220/white%2Band%2Bblue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IKhMLHxQ0nU/TcqiyA73GPI/AAAAAAAABQ0/A06xLwTdq50/s72-c/SDC12774_a1bcd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27672551.post-5546044055060342835</id><published>2011-05-10T14:10:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T11:07:16.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bieber Fever</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Justin Bieber&lt;/strong&gt; is here! The Canadian teen heartthrob  has finally arrived in the Philippine shores. Everyone’s tweeting about  his much-awaited arrival and some say they are too excited to see him perform live on  stage. I’m sure a huge number of tween girls will dominate the concert  venue tonight. And most probably sing their hearts out and confess their  undying love to Justin. ;) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To be honest, I’m not a fan of Justin Bieber but I admire this young man. I was able to see his &lt;strong style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Never Say Never&lt;/strong&gt;  movie slash documentary on the silver screen and I realized that he’s  one talented person. He only wants to share his passion for music and fulfill his big dreams. My perception on him has changed since I watched  it. I don’t think he deserves all the hate and the negative criticisms  he gets from some people. Nonetheless, these are part of his profession  and I have to keep reminding myself that it’s not easy to please  everybody. We are entitled to express our own opinions and we shall respect them. That’s life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; I end this post by leaving a music video of Justin’s phenomenal song, &lt;strong style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Baby&lt;/strong&gt;. Oh, by the way, did you know that the girl in this music video is a Filipina? Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/kffacxfA7G4" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Don't be shy to sing your hearts out too, okay? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27672551-5546044055060342835?l=icanwriteyey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/5546044055060342835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/5546044055060342835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanwriteyey.blogspot.com/2011/05/bieber-fever.html' title='The Bieber Fever'/><author><name>dana canicosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508665322286501216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5kTMmhPVrY/Tx7RQAv1duI/AAAAAAAABi4/X7I8RDiHEVk/s220/white%2Band%2Bblue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/kffacxfA7G4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27672551.post-2760216532270981452</id><published>2011-05-02T22:36:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T13:15:18.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta Get Down on Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My high school friends and I thought about having dinner together one day on Twitter because it has been five months since the last time we last saw each other. I'm quite close to my high school batch mates for the reason that we're only 37.  St. Scho- Westgrove was only a small school then, so having one batch per grade or year level was understandable. My four years in high school was a blast because of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, my last sentence in the first paragraph sounds cheesy so before I get carried away, let me share with you what I did last Friday night with the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Humblebees&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IjeJAop3e1Y/Tb93tg7B19I/AAAAAAAABPk/PxFGXid57WE/s1600/SDC13000_a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IjeJAop3e1Y/Tb93tg7B19I/AAAAAAAABPk/PxFGXid57WE/s400/SDC13000_a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602328085287524306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WMRfNh7ee5E/Tb94TEhMaUI/AAAAAAAABPs/FRNQkei7dNw/s1600/SDC12999_a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WMRfNh7ee5E/Tb94TEhMaUI/AAAAAAAABPs/FRNQkei7dNw/s400/SDC12999_a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602328730498001218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PNDN6nCriKk/Tb95GWiq_eI/AAAAAAAABP0/fUdxSH6NdDQ/s1600/SDC13002_a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PNDN6nCriKk/Tb95GWiq_eI/AAAAAAAABP0/fUdxSH6NdDQ/s400/SDC13002_a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602329611509366242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Everyone was invited but only a few of us came. It was only me, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Vianne&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Patcha&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Karina&lt;/span&gt; responded to the invitation. It was ironic that the ones who organized this dinner weren't able to come. Well, they gave us valid reasons but still! :)) We met at Starbucks in Paseo de Sta. Rosa then went to Yellowcab  after where we ate dinner. By the way, it's the most unique Yellowcab branch I have ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uQ3XCWsKqqo/Tb99zfxIYaI/AAAAAAAABQc/9MlNSzpo1Pc/s1600/SDC13005_a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uQ3XCWsKqqo/Tb99zfxIYaI/AAAAAAAABQc/9MlNSzpo1Pc/s400/SDC13005_a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602334785126556066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EUz3nNGUbho/Tb956MOVr9I/AAAAAAAABP8/_FCOBsDvLRk/s1600/SDC13007_a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EUz3nNGUbho/Tb956MOVr9I/AAAAAAAABP8/_FCOBsDvLRk/s400/SDC13007_a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602330502092926930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DgEJiIsViEU/Tb96VPJ25hI/AAAAAAAABQE/dobWPbStIcc/s1600/SDC13009_a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DgEJiIsViEU/Tb96VPJ25hI/AAAAAAAABQE/dobWPbStIcc/s400/SDC13009_a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602330966735906322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned about a lot of things from them. We reminisced our good old high school days , our present lives and our plans for the future. We also shared our experiences in college, job hunting, job interviews, and of course work. They make me so proud! Gosh, that night, I felt so grown up. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-048w4X87SKE/Tb964cPrhkI/AAAAAAAABQM/cn_L71wV6pY/s1600/SDC13012_a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-048w4X87SKE/Tb964cPrhkI/AAAAAAAABQM/cn_L71wV6pY/s400/SDC13012_a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602331571545409090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-hLdVmBfjw/Tb98jW1HoHI/AAAAAAAABQU/e4Gw3GLLbbc/s1600/SDC13013_a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-hLdVmBfjw/Tb98jW1HoHI/AAAAAAAABQU/e4Gw3GLLbbc/s400/SDC13013_a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602333408337830002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aTwAb1fmkcI/Tb-EKB2FzWI/AAAAAAAABQk/mhOnry67038/s1600/with%2Bhighschool%2Bfriends_a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aTwAb1fmkcI/Tb-EKB2FzWI/AAAAAAAABQk/mhOnry67038/s400/with%2Bhighschool%2Bfriends_a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602341769301052770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Joy&lt;/span&gt; came all the way from Makati just to be with us. She wasn't able to join us for dinner though. She arrived when we were about to leave Yellowcab. Good thing she made it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In general, it was a super fun night. It was nice catching up with these girls. There's never a dull moment whenever I'm with them. I look forward to our next get-together and I hope to see everyone. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27672551-2760216532270981452?l=icanwriteyey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/2760216532270981452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/2760216532270981452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanwriteyey.blogspot.com/2011/05/gotta-get-down-on-friday.html' title='Gotta Get Down on Friday'/><author><name>dana canicosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508665322286501216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5kTMmhPVrY/Tx7RQAv1duI/AAAAAAAABi4/X7I8RDiHEVk/s220/white%2Band%2Bblue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IjeJAop3e1Y/Tb93tg7B19I/AAAAAAAABPk/PxFGXid57WE/s72-c/SDC13000_a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27672551.post-8098784744116384302</id><published>2011-04-27T22:52:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T01:09:48.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Downtown Manila</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Spent an afternoon all by myself in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Quiapo, Manila&lt;/span&gt; today! Ate Rosie (our super loyal &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kasambahay&lt;/span&gt;) was in Ong Pin, buying goods for our store while Tatay Boy (our family driver) chose to stay at a dental supplies store somewhere in Platerias Street. So instead of waiting inside the car, I decided to go out on a mini adventure. It was a wise decision because I had a great time wandering around the streets of Carriedo on my own, feeling like a tourist exploring a foreign land. It was scorching hot but the summer heat didn't stop me from looking at the interesting stuff the vendors sell. Carriedo, I realized, is a "one-stop shop" for it has everything a person needs in his or her everyday life--- from batteries, appliances, fruits, kitchen tools, clothes, bags, fashion jewelry, you name it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NxqkSqbSJ5k/Tbgvcy0Eu9I/AAAAAAAABPE/Kn3likoXtLE/s1600/SDC12929_b1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NxqkSqbSJ5k/Tbgvcy0Eu9I/AAAAAAAABPE/Kn3likoXtLE/s400/SDC12929_b1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600278308358241234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Was on my way to the dental supplies store to meet Ate Rosie and Tatay Boy when these funky rings caught my attention. I went gaga when the saleslady told me that each ring costs Php30 only. It was like love at first sight, so I bought six pieces. I even got a discount from her! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't get the chance to drop by Quiapo church though, due to the lack of time. I used to go there with Auntie Lucy before and I plan to do it again some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you're looking for some amazing finds that are budget friendly, you can always go to Quiapo. I'm sure you will have a blast, as much as I did. And oh, on a friendly note, remember to keep all your valuables such as phone and wallet close to you and be alert at all times. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27672551-8098784744116384302?l=icanwriteyey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/8098784744116384302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/8098784744116384302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanwriteyey.blogspot.com/2011/04/downtown-manila.html' title='Downtown Manila'/><author><name>dana canicosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508665322286501216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5kTMmhPVrY/Tx7RQAv1duI/AAAAAAAABi4/X7I8RDiHEVk/s220/white%2Band%2Bblue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NxqkSqbSJ5k/Tbgvcy0Eu9I/AAAAAAAABPE/Kn3likoXtLE/s72-c/SDC12929_b1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27672551.post-3224537905298203389</id><published>2011-04-24T17:33:00.034+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T23:59:07.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Taft Adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I felt like a student again when I went back to DLSU last March 24. Classes were over at the school where I work so I had the time to visit my alma mater. I took the chance to check out the newly renovated cybernook inside the library at SJ building and I find it amazing! It has changed a lot since I graduated and I wish Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf was already there during my last year as a college student. The computers have leveled up too! No wonder why it's so crowded when I arrived. Cybernook is definitely the place to be where the students can study without distractions. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to take snapshots because I was shy. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FnwskEqxNLc/TbP0xqeOhYI/AAAAAAAABNs/6BcFlHIG9W0/s1600/SDC12290_a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FnwskEqxNLc/TbP0xqeOhYI/AAAAAAAABNs/6BcFlHIG9W0/s400/SDC12290_a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599087895803495810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked on the school's halls once again. Maggie said I don't look a like an alumnae because I blend in with the students. Speaking of blending in, during my visit, it was the last day of voting for the new set of student council officers and someone from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Santugon&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tapat&lt;/span&gt;, the two socio-political organizations in the university, asked me if I already voted. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kinilig naman ako. &lt;/span&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t3bEd-xC78M/TbP-BnAJlTI/AAAAAAAABOM/Ffws9aOnlQw/s1600/SDC12293_a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t3bEd-xC78M/TbP-BnAJlTI/AAAAAAAABOM/Ffws9aOnlQw/s400/SDC12293_a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599098065354593586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Was surprised to see the walls of the walkway between the CLA and COE buildings painted with murals. And if you're wondering about the thing covered in gray clothing, that's a solar car.  If I'm not mistaken, some students from the engineering department are developing a new solar car and they're going to present it abroad and represent our country. How awesome is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BB6iC2LFpCA/TbQEhtcsJDI/AAAAAAAABOs/XOCdbX-p6p8/s1600/SDC12292_a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BB6iC2LFpCA/TbQEhtcsJDI/AAAAAAAABOs/XOCdbX-p6p8/s400/SDC12292_a1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599105213910492210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to see the current situation of the football field too. And it broke my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My trip to Taft wouldn't be complete without Maggie. She's also one of the reasons why I decided to drop by DLSU. She was so busy with her school requirements at that time but she spent her four-hour break just to be with me (she's the sweetest best friend!). She showed me the new University Mall. It looks like a safe place now unlike before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Cerealicious&lt;/span&gt; is making a comeback via the University Mall. It was located at Sherwood when I was still a frosh but it closed due to some unknown reason. Maggie and I didn't have second thoughts when we saw it right infront of us. We eventually went inside and ordered food. And did I mention that we were the second customers to enter the establishment? It happened to be their opening day and I'm glad we're part of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mOCDSlBdXeI/TbP4mnPcQTI/AAAAAAAABN0/B1jBfaBVmsM/s1600/SDC12279_a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mOCDSlBdXeI/TbP4mnPcQTI/AAAAAAAABN0/B1jBfaBVmsM/s400/SDC12279_a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599092104004124978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eUjYb8r4jkU/TbP5JqYhB9I/AAAAAAAABN8/wXFmiGZ6wQE/s1600/SDC12282_a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eUjYb8r4jkU/TbP5JqYhB9I/AAAAAAAABN8/wXFmiGZ6wQE/s400/SDC12282_a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599092706142914514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What I love about Cerealicious is its innovativeness when it comes to mixing our favorite breakfast cereals with treats such as fruits, sprinkles, candies and the like. You may click this &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.cerealicious-ph.com/"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; if you want to see the menu. Anyway, I enjoyed my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Harry Butter, Finger of Azkaban &lt;/span&gt;while Maggie had her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I-rone Man&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-poofkbQYiEM/TbQBabh0-KI/AAAAAAAABOU/WCdmiiXHqH0/s1600/SDC12297_a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-poofkbQYiEM/TbQBabh0-KI/AAAAAAAABOU/WCdmiiXHqH0/s400/SDC12297_a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599101790306236578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Went to Noriter Cafe after. I stayed in Taft for three years but I've never been to Noriter... until that day. This humble cafe along Taft Avenue serves the best treats in town! Plus, a number of students come over to this place to study because its homey ambience is conducive to learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z-kUfWXKExI/TbQCM-AglRI/AAAAAAAABOc/gExR1QCvXL0/s1600/SDC12314_a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z-kUfWXKExI/TbQCM-AglRI/AAAAAAAABOc/gExR1QCvXL0/s400/SDC12314_a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599102658555188498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A former classmate in history class once told me that guests were allowed to write on the walls. However, the management decided not to do this anymore. So they thought about collecting coffee cups and encouraged the students to express their feeling through writing, drawing or painting on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NmH44CnQGUU/TbQDEhD5DZI/AAAAAAAABOk/JvkAmuzfaWo/s1600/SDC12315_a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NmH44CnQGUU/TbQDEhD5DZI/AAAAAAAABOk/JvkAmuzfaWo/s400/SDC12315_a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599103612857421202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Seeing this made me realize that styro cups look good as decorations. And we're also helping Mother Earth. What an excellent idea, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uz8V0S39T5I/TbP9Y59pmEI/AAAAAAAABOE/TXHvWQpSSRU/s1600/SDC12296_a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uz8V0S39T5I/TbP9Y59pmEI/AAAAAAAABOE/TXHvWQpSSRU/s400/SDC12296_a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599097366069745730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I satisfied my craving for blueberry cheesecake by ordering a slice of it. Heaven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e6x4HmeOrCE/TbQRvPUij3I/AAAAAAAABO8/0lsHvb0F-Cw/s1600/SDC12326_a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e6x4HmeOrCE/TbQRvPUij3I/AAAAAAAABO8/0lsHvb0F-Cw/s400/SDC12326_a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599119739992575858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When Ate Rosie sent me a text message saying that they're near DLSU, Maggie and I returned to the campus. While waiting for my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sundo&lt;/span&gt;, I used the remaining time to convince her to study for her next class because her professor's going to give them a quiz. HAHA. Unfortunately, my convincing power wasn't that effective. Well, I have faith in her. I'm sure she did a good job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5eB9CedPGJE/TbQFMxW2clI/AAAAAAAABO0/8uhR0_WzqY0/s1600/SDC12331_a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5eB9CedPGJE/TbQFMxW2clI/AAAAAAAABO0/8uhR0_WzqY0/s400/SDC12331_a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599105953694118482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I agree with Bianca Gonzalez when she said that "going back to school is refreshing and inspiring". I wish I would have more time to explore my second home and hopefully catch up with familiar people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Easter and Animo La Salle!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;P.S. Maggie wrote a super sweet post. Click&lt;a href="http://dearsimpleme.wordpress.com/2011/04/23/back-in-school/#comment-31"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to read. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27672551-3224537905298203389?l=icanwriteyey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/3224537905298203389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/3224537905298203389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanwriteyey.blogspot.com/2011/04/taft-adventure.html' title='The Taft Adventure'/><author><name>dana canicosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508665322286501216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5kTMmhPVrY/Tx7RQAv1duI/AAAAAAAABi4/X7I8RDiHEVk/s220/white%2Band%2Bblue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FnwskEqxNLc/TbP0xqeOhYI/AAAAAAAABNs/6BcFlHIG9W0/s72-c/SDC12290_a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27672551.post-4631702588934351213</id><published>2011-04-19T11:38:00.027+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T17:04:18.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ultimate Roadtrip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The latest issue of Candy magazine has inspired me. I've been a Candy girl for four years already and the April issue is my favorite so far. I love the feature on summer clothes, food (being a foodie, I would love to try some of Happy Lemon's "quirky yet creative combinations" and Empire's cheesecake balls), skin care, do-it-yourself summer projects and of course, Macy Alcaraz' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hello, Miss Independent &lt;/span&gt;article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The article made me realize that I've been living the life of Blair Waldorf (minus the fashionable clothes and social life) and of a princess. For instance, I go to work being driven around by our family driver everyday and someone cleans my room if I'm not in the mood to fix my things. In addition, I don't know my way around the kitchen yet. Knock on the wood, but what if one day, these people who help our family go on vacation? I'm helpless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks ago, I took the initiative to visit a driving school to inquire. I talked to my parents and aunt about it and some days later, I enrolled. My driving class started Wednesday last week, and I felt so nervous when my teacher asked me to sit on the driver's seat.  He introduced me to the pedals and other car accessories first before the actual hands-on experience.   I learned how to switch on and off the car, move forward and backward, turn left and right, drive up and down, and the like. First day was so-so but the following days were fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know how to drive now but I'm not yet good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I had my night driving session (it's part of the requirement) and it was an adventure I will never forget! This was the time when I became so talkative. I talked to my teacher for two hours, and it's non-stop! We were able to talk about a lot of things--- from music, kinds of iPod,  iPad, school, family, celebrities... you name it. We reached Los Banos, Laguna, with me being in-charge of the hand wheel. It's the farthest I've ever traveled since I started driving.  In my honest opinion, it's an achievement! I'm glad I have a very patient, supportive and cool teacher. He's like a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kuya&lt;/span&gt; to me too. I think that's a bonus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to having more exciting driving classes, whether they'd be on a day or night. I don't want to think about the last day yet because it'll only make me feel sad. I wish it would be longer though. On the brighter side, I'll make the most out of my last 10 hours in driving school. Also, I'll remember everything that teacher taught me and improve what needs to be improved so I could make him happy and proud of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, were you able to see the moon last night? My friend described it as a "cheese ball" because it was so big, round and orange. I was mesmerized by its beauty and it looked so magical. Kudos to my friend, &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" href="http://redsplatter.tumblr.com/"&gt;Icca&lt;/a&gt;, who took this photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gafYEcHzfJ0/Ta2YKU7h4UI/AAAAAAAABNU/iv8KFyZbDR0/s1600/cheeseballmoon2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 322px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gafYEcHzfJ0/Ta2YKU7h4UI/AAAAAAAABNU/iv8KFyZbDR0/s400/cheeseballmoon2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597297215075901762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I wonder where we are going today. Can't wait for our next roadtrip! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27672551-4631702588934351213?l=icanwriteyey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/4631702588934351213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/4631702588934351213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanwriteyey.blogspot.com/2011/04/ultimate-roadtrip.html' title='The Ultimate Roadtrip'/><author><name>dana canicosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508665322286501216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5kTMmhPVrY/Tx7RQAv1duI/AAAAAAAABi4/X7I8RDiHEVk/s220/white%2Band%2Bblue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gafYEcHzfJ0/Ta2YKU7h4UI/AAAAAAAABNU/iv8KFyZbDR0/s72-c/cheeseballmoon2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27672551.post-2174973490513591974</id><published>2011-04-17T15:31:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T11:26:16.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone Too Soon</title><content type='html'>Life is indeed too short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I opened my Twitter this morning, I had no idea why people keep tweeting "Rest in peace AJ Perez" and "Let's pray for AJ and his family". I thought it was a joke, but I was wrong. I got so shocked when I read an article about his untimely death on Yahoo Philippines.  According to the news, the van they were riding collided with a truck and a bus, and he suffered multiple head injuries. He passed away at 12:20am today. He was 18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was supposed to write about something else but I changed my mind and decided to dedicate this post to AJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AJ was a good model to the youth. Unlike the other young actors his age, he didn't stop studying so he could focus more on his rising career. Instead, he juggled his studies and his priorities in the field of entertainment. It was hard but he was able to manage. As a matter of fact, he recently graduated from high school. His parents and loved ones must be very proud of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-upua2Y0uJ-E/Taqg_mn9lwI/AAAAAAAABM8/szsfTk356Jw/s1600/giggerboys_a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-upua2Y0uJ-E/Taqg_mn9lwI/AAAAAAAABM8/szsfTk356Jw/s400/giggerboys_a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596462501521626882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(This photo taken two years ago, when my friends from College of Business and Economic in DLSU went to a studio in ABS-CBN. AJ was the one wearing the pink and black striped shirt, sitting beside the host, Mariel Rodriguez)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FKDewX25lr0/Taq6DJyfL-I/AAAAAAAABNM/QI1cy6lCZgM/s1600/giggerboys2_a%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FKDewX25lr0/Taq6DJyfL-I/AAAAAAAABNM/QI1cy6lCZgM/s400/giggerboys2_a%2Bcopy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596490050291314658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;To AJ, wherever you are, I know you're happy. I know you're Home. We will miss you. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S. AJ's wake will be at La Salle Greenhills Shrine, staring today until Tuesday, April 19. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27672551-2174973490513591974?l=icanwriteyey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/2174973490513591974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/2174973490513591974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanwriteyey.blogspot.com/2011/04/gone-too-soon.html' title='Gone Too Soon'/><author><name>dana canicosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508665322286501216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5kTMmhPVrY/Tx7RQAv1duI/AAAAAAAABi4/X7I8RDiHEVk/s220/white%2Band%2Bblue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-upua2Y0uJ-E/Taqg_mn9lwI/AAAAAAAABM8/szsfTk356Jw/s72-c/giggerboys_a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27672551.post-4453588445905388786</id><published>2011-04-11T19:25:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T10:59:39.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's summertime!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I think this summer is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; summer. A week after I received the Bohol trip invitation,  I got another one this time from my college friends, who have been sending me messages via Facebook, to inform me about our sweet summer escapade. I went on internet hiatus for one day and when I came back to cyberspace, my notifications on Facebook were filled with messages from them. God knows how much I want this summer to be different so I guess this is His way of fulfilling my dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I clicked on the link that they sent me and it's such a nice place. It's at Capones Vista Beach Resort in Zambales and I'm sure whoever loves the beach will also love this "paradise." I found out that this beach resort offers a lot, making it an ideal place for everyone. It can be the haven for nature lovers, adventure seekers or those who simply want to unwind. Let me share with you some photos I found from the beach resort's &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.caponesvista.com/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; and Google images:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PoN8BaOqlWU/TaLwD48D1CI/AAAAAAAABMk/NIq6qEw4xqE/s1600/capones2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PoN8BaOqlWU/TaLwD48D1CI/AAAAAAAABMk/NIq6qEw4xqE/s400/capones2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594297636762145826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Top view of the beach resort. Isn't it lovely? And look at the water! Swimming in this clear and blue water would be fun, fun, fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kzZRvLzx4W8/TaLwmIIWfoI/AAAAAAAABMs/jga9mI8l2FI/s1600/capones3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kzZRvLzx4W8/TaLwmIIWfoI/AAAAAAAABMs/jga9mI8l2FI/s400/capones3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594298224955784834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Overlooking the Capones Island. I wonder if island hopping is a part of my friends' agenda. Knowing them, they would probably include it in the list of activities. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2fI47lvhS60/TaLxLNb4SzI/AAAAAAAABM0/iGZH0fh0jGQ/s1600/capones.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2fI47lvhS60/TaLxLNb4SzI/AAAAAAAABM0/iGZH0fh0jGQ/s400/capones.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594298862035028786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nothing beats the view of sunset. It's so romantic and beautiful. A sunset like this would probably inspire you to get that notebook and pen (or if you're the techie type, bring your laptop) and write something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the second time, my dad and aunt allowed me to go when I told them about this. My mom wants me to join my friends too as she insists that this is going to be a  new learning experience for me. I feel so lucky, indeed! Now I'm torn between Bohol and Zambales. I hope I make a good and wise decision. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27672551-4453588445905388786?l=icanwriteyey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/4453588445905388786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/4453588445905388786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanwriteyey.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-summertime.html' title='It&apos;s summertime!'/><author><name>dana canicosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508665322286501216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5kTMmhPVrY/Tx7RQAv1duI/AAAAAAAABi4/X7I8RDiHEVk/s220/white%2Band%2Bblue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PoN8BaOqlWU/TaLwD48D1CI/AAAAAAAABMk/NIq6qEw4xqE/s72-c/capones2.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27672551.post-596112671480941864</id><published>2011-04-09T01:32:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T02:14:01.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't get over these kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/p-Njqzj8b-o" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The newest commercial of McDonald's is so charming! I stop whatever I'm doing whenever it airs on TV. The little boy definitely impressed me when he said that "girlfriends are demanding". I know it's just a part of the script but still... I wonder if kids his age will say the same thing also. Well, I'll observe and let you know about it. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's another thing. The commercial made me realize that when it comes to love, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;height or age doesn't really matter&lt;/span&gt; at all. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27672551-596112671480941864?l=icanwriteyey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/596112671480941864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/596112671480941864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanwriteyey.blogspot.com/2011/04/gusto-ko-lang-naman-ng-mcdo-fries-eh.html' title='Can&apos;t get over these kids'/><author><name>dana canicosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508665322286501216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5kTMmhPVrY/Tx7RQAv1duI/AAAAAAAABi4/X7I8RDiHEVk/s220/white%2Band%2Bblue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/p-Njqzj8b-o/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27672551.post-5478891517733983584</id><published>2011-04-08T23:33:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T03:57:02.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Want over need?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I literally jumped after reading the text message sent by someone dear to me the other day. She was inviting those who are also dear to her to join her and her husband-to-be in a trip in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Bohol&lt;/span&gt; (I feel so honored and humbled to receive such invitation from her, really). I've never been to Bohol and I hear it's an interesting place to visit. My knowledge on Bohol is only limited to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chocolate hills&lt;/span&gt;, one of the famous tourist attractions in the country (AND I wouldn't know this  information had elementary history books have not included it in the chapter where land forms are being discussed haha). To know more about Bohol, I researched and here's what I found out:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tourists have a hard time choosing which places to see and visit because Bohol has a lot to offer. A week isn't enough to explore this island and if you plan to extend your stay, you should have a bigger budget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already asked permission from my dad and aunt and to my surprise they both agreed. This is something new and I feel so thankful because they're allowing me. This would have been my first trip outside Luzon, without them or without a chaperon. However, the total amount of money to spend is way too expensive! Anyway, I'm sharing with you some photos of the tourist attractions in Bohol, which I want to see in the future:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vnRSE8UDMNM/TZ80dsGEJ3I/AAAAAAAABME/dmc0I0vvX3I/s1600/bohol_chocolate_hills2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vnRSE8UDMNM/TZ80dsGEJ3I/AAAAAAAABME/dmc0I0vvX3I/s400/bohol_chocolate_hills2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593246946874894194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My trip to Bohol wouldn't be complete if I don't check these out. It's called chocolate hills because it turns brown at the end of the dry season. Fascinating, right? They're located in the town of Carmen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ml0OrxZKoMA/TZ818EaR-3I/AAAAAAAABMM/YfsehJvfyL0/s1600/Panglao%2BWhite%2BBeach%2BResort%2B4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ml0OrxZKoMA/TZ818EaR-3I/AAAAAAAABMM/YfsehJvfyL0/s400/Panglao%2BWhite%2BBeach%2BResort%2B4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593248568309840754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it's summer season in the Philippines, dropping by the beach is a good idea. I'd love to go to Panglao, which is the home of many beach resorts, to make sand castles, walk on its white sand, collect sea shells, have a bonfire party with friends and of course swim in the clear blue water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IVyWD_-BGVg/TZ87mPU4ioI/AAAAAAAABMU/uEjJtzzVjZk/s1600/bohol-baclayon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IVyWD_-BGVg/TZ87mPU4ioI/AAAAAAAABMU/uEjJtzzVjZk/s400/bohol-baclayon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593254790352636546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Upon reading its description, Baclayon reminded me of San Agustin Church in Intramuros, Manila because it has a museum too and it's an old church.  The same goes to Loboc. Visiting old places is fascinating for me, for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDwU89H7TvE/TZ88yXzJJwI/AAAAAAAABMc/CPz2iJk7VdU/s1600/Tarsier%2Bof%2BBohol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDwU89H7TvE/TZ88yXzJJwI/AAAAAAAABMc/CPz2iJk7VdU/s400/Tarsier%2Bof%2BBohol.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593256098297095938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always dreamed of seeing tarsiers! Who wouldn't want to see these adorable animals? There's a tarsier sanctuary in Corella and I'm eager to see them in their natural habitat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Researching on the places to visit in Bohol and looking at the photos gave me more reasons to say yes and "go for it". Like I told you, my dad and aunt have given me the blessing so the final decision is up to me. I'm still having second thoughts though. Haay, I guess I must put my Canon camera dream away for the moment. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27672551-5478891517733983584?l=icanwriteyey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/5478891517733983584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/5478891517733983584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanwriteyey.blogspot.com/2011/04/want-over-need.html' title='Want over need?'/><author><name>dana canicosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508665322286501216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5kTMmhPVrY/Tx7RQAv1duI/AAAAAAAABi4/X7I8RDiHEVk/s220/white%2Band%2Bblue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vnRSE8UDMNM/TZ80dsGEJ3I/AAAAAAAABME/dmc0I0vvX3I/s72-c/bohol_chocolate_hills2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27672551.post-1116811427787392707</id><published>2011-04-07T00:11:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T00:32:55.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought for the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nEfUiNTX1uw/TZyR1bE29AI/AAAAAAAABL8/n9zs13aBbTY/s1600/SDC12316_a1d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nEfUiNTX1uw/TZyR1bE29AI/AAAAAAAABL8/n9zs13aBbTY/s400/SDC12316_a1d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592505184274543618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Let's make this world a happy place. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/27672551-1116811427787392707?l=icanwriteyey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/1116811427787392707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/1116811427787392707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanwriteyey.blogspot.com/2011/04/thought-for-day.html' title='Thought for the day'/><author><name>dana canicosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508665322286501216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5kTMmhPVrY/Tx7RQAv1duI/AAAAAAAABi4/X7I8RDiHEVk/s220/white%2Band%2Bblue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nEfUiNTX1uw/TZyR1bE29AI/AAAAAAAABL8/n9zs13aBbTY/s72-c/SDC12316_a1d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27672551.post-5727269516095517481</id><published>2011-04-05T13:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T13:21:56.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/D31Gzfe2yL0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I love the message of this song! When you listen to it, you don't have to read between the lines to understand what it's trying to imply. You don't have to change yourself so that other people will appreciate you. Prove whoever says you're not pretty or beautiful, has no potential or can't be the best, wrong. Never let all the negative things you hear about yourself bring you down. Love yourself. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I also love Selena's natural look on this video. She's so pretty! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);" class=" on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Align Center" class="gl_align_center" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27672551-5727269516095517481?l=icanwriteyey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/5727269516095517481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/5727269516095517481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanwriteyey.blogspot.com/2011/04/love-yourself.html' title='Love Yourself'/><author><name>dana canicosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508665322286501216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5kTMmhPVrY/Tx7RQAv1duI/AAAAAAAABi4/X7I8RDiHEVk/s220/white%2Band%2Bblue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/D31Gzfe2yL0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27672551.post-5397146680290256329</id><published>2011-04-04T18:19:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T22:51:51.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This crazy little feeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There is always that one special person we will never ever forget, no matter how long it has been, because he or she has made a big impact in our lives. Whenever we reminisce our good old days and this special person comes to mind, admit it or not, our smiles become wider and our hearts beat a little bit faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, I watched this Thai movie entitled, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;A Crazy Little Thing Called Love&lt;/span&gt;, out of curiosity (here I go again haha). I don't watch Thai movies because they never interest me. However, this one caught my attention because my friends say nice things about it and it's all over Tumblr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/LLaLWehxJFc" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie brings back a lot of memories--- gradeschool and highschool memories in particular. The story may be simple but it can definitely make you cry, laugh,  inspired and have that warm, fuzzy feeling. I know everyone can relate to it because we've also been through Nam's, Chone's  and the other characters' experiences at some point in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind watching it again. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27672551-5397146680290256329?l=icanwriteyey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/5397146680290256329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/5397146680290256329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanwriteyey.blogspot.com/2011/04/this-crazy-little-feeling.html' title='This crazy little feeling'/><author><name>dana canicosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508665322286501216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5kTMmhPVrY/Tx7RQAv1duI/AAAAAAAABi4/X7I8RDiHEVk/s220/white%2Band%2Bblue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/LLaLWehxJFc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27672551.post-18138450559670956</id><published>2011-03-23T21:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T21:33:20.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance the night away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/t4H_Zoh7G5A" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's not a bad song for a comeback. Good job, J.Lo! And can I just say you look so stunning in this video? I can't believe you're already 40! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27672551-18138450559670956?l=icanwriteyey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/18138450559670956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/18138450559670956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanwriteyey.blogspot.com/2011/03/dance-night-away.html' title='Dance the night away'/><author><name>dana canicosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508665322286501216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5kTMmhPVrY/Tx7RQAv1duI/AAAAAAAABi4/X7I8RDiHEVk/s220/white%2Band%2Bblue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/t4H_Zoh7G5A/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27672551.post-6632612363023978517</id><published>2011-03-23T18:36:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T20:55:59.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Japan, Get Well Soon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On the 11th day of March, the whole world was shocked when a tsunami and an earthquake with a magnitude of 9 hit Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s2Xn1ZjithE/TYnOrkp6y4I/AAAAAAAABLk/KOxpnOe1tVg/s1600/japan-tsunami.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 215px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s2Xn1ZjithE/TYnOrkp6y4I/AAAAAAAABLk/KOxpnOe1tVg/s400/japan-tsunami.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587224060699003778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Who would have thought that on a very busy Friday afternoon, something like this would happen? It only took a couple of minutes to take away everything from the people who live in that area. The dreams of the people were all shattered into pieces and many lives and properties were all gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XzTfPylTSEc/TYnRQLW4PfI/AAAAAAAABLs/XohejonVN8o/s1600/japan-earthquake-tsunami-before-and-after-11-march-2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XzTfPylTSEc/TYnRQLW4PfI/AAAAAAAABLs/XohejonVN8o/s400/japan-earthquake-tsunami-before-and-after-11-march-2011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587226888586673650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is a photo of Sendai before and after the earthquake and tsunami. This piece of beautiful land looks different now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BFeLvcwzLqg/TYnSSVc8a1I/AAAAAAAABL0/sg43Af2H_zA/s1600/japan-earthquake-tsunami.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BFeLvcwzLqg/TYnSSVc8a1I/AAAAAAAABL0/sg43Af2H_zA/s400/japan-earthquake-tsunami.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587228025167833938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching a documentary two nights ago about natural disasters and it gave me goosebumps. It was like watching a horror movie. The earthquakes and the tsunamis were like the monsters that chase after their prey. I learned a lot from this documentary and it helped me understand how earthquakes and tsunamis are formed (but I won't discuss it here because you might get bored haha). When the documentary ended, I went to bed with my mind still active, thinking about what I watched. Creepy, indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of what happened in Japan, I think that Mother Nature is trying to tell us something. I hope each one of us gets Her message and start giving Her some more tender love and care. And since we're all far from Japan, praying for those who got affected is the best thing that all of us could do.      Stay safe everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*All photos retrieved from Google Images*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27672551-6632612363023978517?l=icanwriteyey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/6632612363023978517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/6632612363023978517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanwriteyey.blogspot.com/2011/03/dear-japan-get-well-soon.html' title='Dear Japan, Get Well Soon'/><author><name>dana canicosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508665322286501216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5kTMmhPVrY/Tx7RQAv1duI/AAAAAAAABi4/X7I8RDiHEVk/s220/white%2Band%2Bblue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s2Xn1ZjithE/TYnOrkp6y4I/AAAAAAAABLk/KOxpnOe1tVg/s72-c/japan-tsunami.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27672551.post-3221406151852226650</id><published>2011-03-01T21:05:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T00:16:47.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not an ordinary boy meets girl story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/QyB_U9vn6Wk" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This short film has been circulating on Facebook since last week and my friends keep leaving nice comments about it--- how it touched and inspired them. I got curious so I decided to watch to know what the fuss is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may be the first of March already and summer is almost here but I guess love is still in the air. This short film was made not only to entertain us but to raise awareness and support the advocacy of The Jubilee Project. It was made for a cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Press play and see it for yourself. It is worth watching. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27672551-3221406151852226650?l=icanwriteyey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/3221406151852226650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/3221406151852226650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanwriteyey.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-not-ordinary-boy-meets-girl-story.html' title='It&apos;s not an ordinary boy meets girl story'/><author><name>dana canicosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508665322286501216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5kTMmhPVrY/Tx7RQAv1duI/AAAAAAAABi4/X7I8RDiHEVk/s220/white%2Band%2Bblue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/QyB_U9vn6Wk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27672551.post-2230812449468245320</id><published>2011-02-28T23:04:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T09:18:38.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lyrics Say It All</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/w28ZREQe3_Q" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sway&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Bic Runga&lt;/span&gt;. It's an old song (American Pie days) and the video can attest this fact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;After all these years, I thought it's a Liz Phair song. I stand corrected. &lt;/span&gt;:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27672551-2230812449468245320?l=icanwriteyey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/2230812449468245320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/2230812449468245320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanwriteyey.blogspot.com/2011/02/its-all-because-of-you.html' title='The Lyrics Say It All'/><author><name>dana canicosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508665322286501216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5kTMmhPVrY/Tx7RQAv1duI/AAAAAAAABi4/X7I8RDiHEVk/s220/white%2Band%2Bblue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/w28ZREQe3_Q/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27672551.post-4670269368966881332</id><published>2011-02-28T20:30:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T00:17:08.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the last day of February...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lv2Z76B8vvs/TWuWJ9L5KEI/AAAAAAAABLc/gRoyROMWkwI/s1600/thingsiwasn%2527tabletotellyou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lv2Z76B8vvs/TWuWJ9L5KEI/AAAAAAAABLc/gRoyROMWkwI/s400/thingsiwasn%2527tabletotellyou.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578717661215926338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Please allow me to be cheesy and all. I know Valentines day is over and most of the people I know have finally recovered from the cupids' bow of love, but for some reason there's something inside of me that doesn't want this month to end. I've been sharing my sentiments to my best friend and family for a long &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;long&lt;/span&gt; time and I'm glad they somehow understand. That's what I like about having my best friend and family around because they are the people whom I can talk to, most especially during the crucial points of my life, anytime anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Middle of last year, a momentous event happened and I never thought it would, in a way, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shake&lt;/span&gt; my world. For the past eight months, I've been asking the Big Guy above a lot of questions regarding this matter. I wonder what He's up to. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing I can do now is pray for me to be enlightened and wait for the day when I would finally get the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There's so many things I'd like to say &lt;strike&gt;to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but I don't know how and where to start. My time is running out, I'm afraid. On second thought, I'd rather keep them to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27672551-4670269368966881332?l=icanwriteyey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/4670269368966881332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/4670269368966881332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanwriteyey.blogspot.com/2011/02/on-last-day-of-february.html' title='On the last day of February...'/><author><name>dana canicosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508665322286501216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5kTMmhPVrY/Tx7RQAv1duI/AAAAAAAABi4/X7I8RDiHEVk/s220/white%2Band%2Bblue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lv2Z76B8vvs/TWuWJ9L5KEI/AAAAAAAABLc/gRoyROMWkwI/s72-c/thingsiwasn%2527tabletotellyou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27672551.post-2531936420791620882</id><published>2011-02-22T21:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T00:06:51.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Kids Think</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N5MI5bVibYI/TWPeNeXWwOI/AAAAAAAABLU/CZdRtVyg9YA/s1600/whydodogsleaveearthfirst1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N5MI5bVibYI/TWPeNeXWwOI/AAAAAAAABLU/CZdRtVyg9YA/s400/whydodogsleaveearthfirst1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576545086685495522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Children say things that we don't expect. And what they say usually surprises us. I love this short story I found on Tumblr. I hope we all learn from Shane and their dog, Belker. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Please click the image to read the short story.&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Align Center" class="gl_align_center" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&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/27672551-2531936420791620882?l=icanwriteyey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/2531936420791620882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/2531936420791620882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanwriteyey.blogspot.com/2011/02/how-kids-think.html' title='How Kids Think'/><author><name>dana canicosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508665322286501216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5kTMmhPVrY/Tx7RQAv1duI/AAAAAAAABi4/X7I8RDiHEVk/s220/white%2Band%2Bblue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N5MI5bVibYI/TWPeNeXWwOI/AAAAAAAABLU/CZdRtVyg9YA/s72-c/whydodogsleaveearthfirst1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27672551.post-4608940249408956503</id><published>2011-02-19T22:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T22:27:56.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Cause you've got a smile that could light up this whole town</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/VuNIsY6JdUw" allowfullscreen="" width="640" frameborder="0" height="390"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Welcome to the Philippines, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Taylor Swift&lt;/span&gt;! I wish I were in Araneta to watch your concert. Oh well. I'll play your songs on my music player instead. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27672551-4608940249408956503?l=icanwriteyey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/4608940249408956503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/4608940249408956503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanwriteyey.blogspot.com/2011/02/cause-youve-got-smile-that-could-light.html' title='&apos;Cause you&apos;ve got a smile that could light up this whole town'/><author><name>dana canicosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508665322286501216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5kTMmhPVrY/Tx7RQAv1duI/AAAAAAAABi4/X7I8RDiHEVk/s220/white%2Band%2Bblue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/VuNIsY6JdUw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27672551.post-1435571517799119830</id><published>2011-02-18T21:29:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T00:39:03.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hang Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last year, I posted an entry about how I missed the company of my  college friends during the culminating event of our University Week  celebration. I was having the time of my life in the backstage, taking  photos of the guest bands. Seeing some of my favorite Filipino bands in  person and watching them perform just a few meters away from me was so  surreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6LQm1YdhNV4/TV6B_YBWqOI/AAAAAAAABKE/VgT8ut85mhE/s1600/a-paramita_a%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6LQm1YdhNV4/TV6B_YBWqOI/AAAAAAAABKE/VgT8ut85mhE/s400/a-paramita_a%2Bcopy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575036314511124706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paramita&lt;/span&gt; started the program. It was my first time to see a lead vocalist playing drums. This band is famous for their song, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Hiling&lt;/span&gt;, which I first heard when I was still in high school (my high school classmates, who formed a band, used this song as their audition piece when they joined the Battle of the Bands in Don Bosco Canlubang four years ago).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FJu01_R1AHg/TV6DuyflMEI/AAAAAAAABKM/txFGhyDDk6k/s1600/6itchyworms_a%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FJu01_R1AHg/TV6DuyflMEI/AAAAAAAABKM/txFGhyDDk6k/s400/6itchyworms_a%2Bcopy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575038228582707266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Itchyworms&lt;/span&gt; were there as well. I enjoyed watching them perform because they never ran out of energy! Their attitude on stage was really infectious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h1zZx1Onll0/TV6GYlTbp8I/AAAAAAAABKU/ETBozWQ2IWA/s1600/e-imago_a%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h1zZx1Onll0/TV6GYlTbp8I/AAAAAAAABKU/ETBozWQ2IWA/s400/e-imago_a%2Bcopy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575041145619851202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Imago&lt;/span&gt;. I sang along with them when they played &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sundo&lt;/span&gt;. After their gig, I was able to get the chance to meet and greet the band's vocalist, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Aia de Leon&lt;/span&gt;. Our one minute conversation will always be remembered. Ah, the perks of being trapped in the backstage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjZekz6v1Cs/TV6Jlj0Nx5I/AAAAAAAABKc/z_T_5KSJRhw/s1600/17urbandub_a%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjZekz6v1Cs/TV6Jlj0Nx5I/AAAAAAAABKc/z_T_5KSJRhw/s400/17urbandub_a%2Bcopy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575044667093665682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, the crowd favorite, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Urbandub&lt;/span&gt;. Everybody went wild once they showed up on stage! The girls beside me were screaming at the top of their lungs! I was so ecstatic when they played &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;First of Summer&lt;/span&gt; because I love this song. Just in case you're wondering if I sang along with them, yes I did. It was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H8UjUELZYYQ/TV6NwPq4b2I/AAAAAAAABKk/yfj4BF16zqk/s1600/12lsdcstreet_a%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H8UjUELZYYQ/TV6NwPq4b2I/AAAAAAAABKk/yfj4BF16zqk/s400/12lsdcstreet_a%2Bcopy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575049248710881122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(The LSDC-Street doing the archer pose)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fS0C-HYa1RU/TV6Rcdxl1BI/AAAAAAAABK0/qBthqfT-xew/s1600/q-animosquad_a%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fS0C-HYa1RU/TV6Rcdxl1BI/AAAAAAAABK0/qBthqfT-xew/s400/q-animosquad_a%2Bcopy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575053306946245650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(The Animo Squad cheering)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the culminating event wouldn't be complete without the cheer of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Animo Squad&lt;/span&gt; and the performance of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;La Salle Dance Company-Street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;respectively&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; school spirit was on high! On a different note, I wish I could dance like the LSDC-Street. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UODf8z-I-Yg/TV6U4SriH6I/AAAAAAAABK8/G5zEbrINSP4/s1600/y-loandicca_a%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UODf8z-I-Yg/TV6U4SriH6I/AAAAAAAABK8/G5zEbrINSP4/s400/y-loandicca_a%2Bcopy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575057083539267490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(My friends Lo and Icca having fun in the ferriswheel)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I also took the chance to check out my friends when I got out of the backstage. It was a struggle to find them in a sea of people but the bright lights around the field literally led me to where they were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a year since this culminating event and I still have a hang over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this very moment, the school's celebrating it's annual culminating event. I heard this year's celebration is going to be interesting. I wonder what's happening right now. I can't wait to hear from those who went! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27672551-1435571517799119830?l=icanwriteyey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/1435571517799119830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/1435571517799119830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanwriteyey.blogspot.com/2011/02/hang-over.html' title='The Hang Over'/><author><name>dana canicosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508665322286501216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5kTMmhPVrY/Tx7RQAv1duI/AAAAAAAABi4/X7I8RDiHEVk/s220/white%2Band%2Bblue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6LQm1YdhNV4/TV6B_YBWqOI/AAAAAAAABKE/VgT8ut85mhE/s72-c/a-paramita_a%2Bcopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27672551.post-6889870286488006083</id><published>2011-02-14T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T00:00:03.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Show Some Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gd8IFX6RXFE/TVf66l3j9MI/AAAAAAAABJ8/NS2RbKi8dvg/s1600/SDC11915_b1b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gd8IFX6RXFE/TVf66l3j9MI/AAAAAAAABJ8/NS2RbKi8dvg/s400/SDC11915_b1b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573198948398789826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;(The Heart-Shaped Orchids: January 30, 2011)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The season of love is back once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I  hope you make someone feel special, loved and happy today.  Nevertheless, February 14 is not the only day to show how much you love  someone. Whenever you get the chance,  in any day of the year, do  something extraordinary for someone you love. Say "I love you" as much  as you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Happy Valentines Day everyone! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27672551-6889870286488006083?l=icanwriteyey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/6889870286488006083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/6889870286488006083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanwriteyey.blogspot.com/2011/02/show-some-love_14.html' title='Show Some Love'/><author><name>dana canicosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508665322286501216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5kTMmhPVrY/Tx7RQAv1duI/AAAAAAAABi4/X7I8RDiHEVk/s220/white%2Band%2Bblue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gd8IFX6RXFE/TVf66l3j9MI/AAAAAAAABJ8/NS2RbKi8dvg/s72-c/SDC11915_b1b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27672551.post-4260976341361364639</id><published>2011-02-13T11:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T11:21:07.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LvvYd0ulPA0/TVdNKWhAL7I/AAAAAAAABJs/kZAPUdnc7dU/s1600/cookiemonster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 378px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LvvYd0ulPA0/TVdNKWhAL7I/AAAAAAAABJs/kZAPUdnc7dU/s400/cookiemonster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573007904132313010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Found this photo of Cookie Monster from Tumblr. Isn't he adorable? Say cheese! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27672551-4260976341361364639?l=icanwriteyey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/4260976341361364639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/4260976341361364639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanwriteyey.blogspot.com/2011/02/good-morning.html' title='Good Morning!'/><author><name>dana canicosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508665322286501216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5kTMmhPVrY/Tx7RQAv1duI/AAAAAAAABi4/X7I8RDiHEVk/s220/white%2Band%2Bblue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LvvYd0ulPA0/TVdNKWhAL7I/AAAAAAAABJs/kZAPUdnc7dU/s72-c/cookiemonster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27672551.post-4295059516791391328</id><published>2011-02-11T22:32:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T00:19:29.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Tears Allowed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Was changing channels the other night when I came across &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sugarfree&lt;/span&gt; on a local music channel. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ebe Dancel&lt;/span&gt; and the rest of the band were playing their songs with none other than the Manila Symphony Orchestra. If I'm not mistaken, they're the only Filipino band who was able to collaborate with Manila Symphony Orchestra, one of the oldest orchestras in Asia. How amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my honest opinion, Sugarfree is one of the best Filipino rock bands in the Philippines. Just like Eraserheads, this band easily captured the hearts of the Filipinos, particularly the youth, because they can totally relate to their songs which depict love, friendship, happy thoughts, growing up, and moving forward. I love Sugarfree as much as I love my chocolate cake. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but feel sad because the band is about to part ways come March. However, there's nothing we can do but to accept their decision. I'm sure there's a valid reason for their break up and it's probably for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a nutshell, I will miss Sugarfree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/19L3yVbiAic" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, I'm leaving you with their heartfelt song, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Wag Ka Nang Umiyak&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27672551-4295059516791391328?l=icanwriteyey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/4295059516791391328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/4295059516791391328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanwriteyey.blogspot.com/2011/02/no-tears-allowed.html' title='No Tears Allowed'/><author><name>dana canicosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508665322286501216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5kTMmhPVrY/Tx7RQAv1duI/AAAAAAAABi4/X7I8RDiHEVk/s220/white%2Band%2Bblue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/19L3yVbiAic/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27672551.post-6207162898219778990</id><published>2011-02-09T23:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T23:53:26.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Be Afraid to Be Yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ofJM3eLwTcc/TVKyyviwAFI/AAAAAAAABJk/Lg-MaU5CLqo/s1600/laughwhenyoucan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 328px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ofJM3eLwTcc/TVKyyviwAFI/AAAAAAAABJk/Lg-MaU5CLqo/s400/laughwhenyoucan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571712273836146770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;This is so true. Our life is too short to be unhappy so keep on attracting positive vibes and live to the fullest. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27672551-6207162898219778990?l=icanwriteyey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/6207162898219778990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/6207162898219778990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanwriteyey.blogspot.com/2011/02/never-be-afraid-to-be-yourself.html' title='Never Be Afraid to Be Yourself'/><author><name>dana canicosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508665322286501216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5kTMmhPVrY/Tx7RQAv1duI/AAAAAAAABi4/X7I8RDiHEVk/s220/white%2Band%2Bblue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ofJM3eLwTcc/TVKyyviwAFI/AAAAAAAABJk/Lg-MaU5CLqo/s72-c/laughwhenyoucan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27672551.post-146277421839957162</id><published>2011-02-08T22:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T22:29:51.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My life would be in a completely different path had I studied at Ateneo. It has been four years since that one fateful day when the result of the Ateneo College Entrance Test was released. I applied for a course in biology because it used to be my favorite subject when I was still in high school. Learning about living organisms and the body structures and organs of the human being, for some reason, never fails to fascinate me. I badly wanted to be an Atenean at that time and study biology there but my life took a slight detour and brought me to a much greener side, where the Archers are. Everything happens for a reason, as they say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I studied at Ateneo, I wouldn't be able to fulfill my other dream which is to become a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I find myself working as a teacher in a school somewhere in Laguna. I would have to say that this is the job that I love and I enjoy every single moment with my students and fellow colleagues. My day wouldn't be complete without a dose of their smile, laughter, and even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kakulitan&lt;/span&gt;. I feel privileged when they open up to me and share their experiences in school, experiences with their friends, the latest movie they watched and the like. I gained new friends and memories that are worth remembering. These people truly inspire me to be the best that I can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad my life took that slight detour and I feel so grateful for how it turned out. I'm proud to be a La Sallian and I'm proud to be a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, things happen beyond our control. We don't always get what we want because God has a plan for us. Whether it's something good or bad, we should never forget that it's for the best and it's for our own good. Just look at the brighter side, be open and believe in yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now that summer vacation is just around the corner, I will make the most out of the remaining days of school. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27672551-146277421839957162?l=icanwriteyey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/146277421839957162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/146277421839957162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanwriteyey.blogspot.com/2011/02/things-change.html' title='Things Change'/><author><name>dana canicosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508665322286501216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5kTMmhPVrY/Tx7RQAv1duI/AAAAAAAABi4/X7I8RDiHEVk/s220/white%2Band%2Bblue.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27672551.post-1320022527145731188</id><published>2011-02-08T01:28:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T00:39:12.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Filipino Pride</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/DRWCHfysaEg" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's Manny "Pacman" Pacquiao's house in Los Angeles featured on MTV Cribs. Can I just say that it's so big and beautiful? But I heard that the one in the Philippines is way bigger and more luxurious. He has accomplished a lot and people all over the world are looking up to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Pacquiao, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you are the man&lt;/span&gt;! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class=" on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Align Center" class="gl_align_center" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&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/27672551-1320022527145731188?l=icanwriteyey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/1320022527145731188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/1320022527145731188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanwriteyey.blogspot.com/2011/02/filipino-pride.html' title='The Filipino Pride'/><author><name>dana canicosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508665322286501216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5kTMmhPVrY/Tx7RQAv1duI/AAAAAAAABi4/X7I8RDiHEVk/s220/white%2Band%2Bblue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/DRWCHfysaEg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27672551.post-4132254786614544153</id><published>2011-02-05T15:57:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T16:10:11.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Like the Olsen Twins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My day wouldn’t be complete without surfing the internet. I always  visit different sites other than the mighty Facebook, Twitter and Tumblr  to be updated on the latest happenings in the world. I also read news  and trivia on the Yahoo page because I could find interesting stuff in  there, just like this one: &lt;strong&gt;Stars Who Look Alike.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Let me start with Leighton Meester and Minka Kelly, the stars of the  movie, The Roommate. Can you see their striking resemblance? On another  note, I’ve always associated Leighton with our very own Georgina Wilson.  In my honest opinion, she can also be in the cast of Gossip Girl series  and play as Blair Waldorf’s long-lost twin sister. ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofJM3eLwTcc/TU0DYenUqxI/AAAAAAAABI0/tw91D4vUgF4/s1600/The%2BRoommate%2Bmovie%2Bimage%2BLeighton%2BMeester%2Band%2BMinka%2BKelly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofJM3eLwTcc/TU0DYenUqxI/AAAAAAAABI0/tw91D4vUgF4/s400/The%2BRoommate%2Bmovie%2Bimage%2BLeighton%2BMeester%2Band%2BMinka%2BKelly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570112033196911378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofJM3eLwTcc/TU0Dul4rKFI/AAAAAAAABI8/CX2PylPJveo/s1600/georgina%2Bwilson.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofJM3eLwTcc/TU0Dul4rKFI/AAAAAAAABI8/CX2PylPJveo/s400/georgina%2Bwilson.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570112413105858642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Keira Knightley and Natalie Portman seemed like they’re separated at  birth! I was in my late gradeschool years when I learned about this. I  find this fact really freaky yet awesome at the same time. If I see them  in Hollywood ville together, I would probably have a hard time  identifying who’s who. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofJM3eLwTcc/TU0EPFAlXpI/AAAAAAAABJE/Di531oFP-x0/s1600/natalie_portman-keira_knighley1_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofJM3eLwTcc/TU0EPFAlXpI/AAAAAAAABJE/Di531oFP-x0/s400/natalie_portman-keira_knighley1_0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570112971216346770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The third pair is something new to me. A lot of people have been telling  that Enchanted’s Amy Adams and Confessions of a Shopaholic’s Isla  Fisher look alike. What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofJM3eLwTcc/TU0EjHEJjXI/AAAAAAAABJM/RTS5Fcq6Urs/s1600/amy%2Badams%2Band%2Bisla%2Bfisher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofJM3eLwTcc/TU0EjHEJjXI/AAAAAAAABJM/RTS5Fcq6Urs/s400/amy%2Badams%2Band%2Bisla%2Bfisher.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570113315365555570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was also surprised to know that Zooey Deschanel &lt;em&gt;“looks exactly”&lt;/em&gt; like Lizzy Caplan. People in the world wide web say that they have the same facial features.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ofJM3eLwTcc/TU0E9zeTY0I/AAAAAAAABJU/aPHNDU_Ar2w/s1600/lizzy_vs_zooey_c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ofJM3eLwTcc/TU0E9zeTY0I/AAAAAAAABJU/aPHNDU_Ar2w/s400/lizzy_vs_zooey_c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570113773963010882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But I think Katy Perry is the one who closely resembles Zooey. As a  matter of fact,  I was thinking of Katy while watching 500 Days of  Summer with my lovely  dorm mates last year. If they dress up as twins,  people who don’t know  them would actually believe they are twins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ofJM3eLwTcc/TU0FXtM4t6I/AAAAAAAABJc/X3AM35I4d68/s1600/zooey_deschanel_and_katy_perry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ofJM3eLwTcc/TU0FXtM4t6I/AAAAAAAABJc/X3AM35I4d68/s400/zooey_deschanel_and_katy_perry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570114218955945890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;How about you, do you know any celebrities who look a lot like each other? :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;P.S. Don’t get me wrong. I can survive &lt;em&gt;a week&lt;/em&gt; without internet. HAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27672551-4132254786614544153?l=icanwriteyey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/4132254786614544153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/4132254786614544153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanwriteyey.blogspot.com/2011/02/just-like-olsen-twins.html' title='Just Like the Olsen Twins'/><author><name>dana canicosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508665322286501216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5kTMmhPVrY/Tx7RQAv1duI/AAAAAAAABi4/X7I8RDiHEVk/s220/white%2Band%2Bblue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofJM3eLwTcc/TU0DYenUqxI/AAAAAAAABI0/tw91D4vUgF4/s72-c/The%2BRoommate%2Bmovie%2Bimage%2BLeighton%2BMeester%2Band%2BMinka%2BKelly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27672551.post-4301742563403219896</id><published>2011-02-03T01:08:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T23:01:35.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Unproductive Wednesday Afternoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofJM3eLwTcc/TUq1lcSHj0I/AAAAAAAABIM/ytCN42q4_rw/s1600/thezacef_b1blogger.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Because there were no classes yesterday, I spent the whole afternoon at home and decided to watch &lt;strong&gt;17 Again&lt;/strong&gt; for the nth time. While watching the movie, I saw my brother’s camera lying beside my laptop so I took snapshots of &lt;strong&gt;Zac Efron&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ofJM3eLwTcc/TUmQLW1T3xI/AAAAAAAABH0/StKtK-cIkZg/s1600/thezacef_1blogger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ofJM3eLwTcc/TUmQLW1T3xI/AAAAAAAABH0/StKtK-cIkZg/s400/thezacef_1blogger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569140939002470162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofJM3eLwTcc/TUq1lcSHj0I/AAAAAAAABIM/ytCN42q4_rw/s1600/thezacef_b1blogger.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofJM3eLwTcc/TUmQu2RyyKI/AAAAAAAABH8/qynrRfpM9iI/s1600/thezacef_a1blogger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofJM3eLwTcc/TUmQu2RyyKI/AAAAAAAABH8/qynrRfpM9iI/s400/thezacef_a1blogger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569141548738857122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofJM3eLwTcc/TUq1lcSHj0I/AAAAAAAABIM/ytCN42q4_rw/s1600/thezacef_b1blogger.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ofJM3eLwTcc/TUmWVVX35AI/AAAAAAAABIE/8W7y9ivjdjw/s1600/thezacef_b1blogger.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm not a huge fan of Zac, by the way. Yet I cannot deny the fact that he's good looking because he really is! In all honesty, I find his smile charming and his eyes expressive thus I don't blame the millions of girls who confessed their love, admiration, affection towards him. However, I never reached the point where I became so crazy about this guy and that my world completely revolved around him. My fondness for Zac is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just right&lt;/span&gt;. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, allow me to  share with you my favorite lines from the movie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofJM3eLwTcc/TUq1lcSHj0I/AAAAAAAABIM/ytCN42q4_rw/s1600/thezacef_b1blogger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofJM3eLwTcc/TUq1lcSHj0I/AAAAAAAABIM/ytCN42q4_rw/s400/thezacef_b1blogger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569463544049012546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"When you're young, everything feels like the end of the world. But it's not. It's just the beginning. You might have to meet a few more jerks, but one day, you're gonna meet a boy who treats you the way you deserve to be treated. Like the sun rises and sets with you. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for taking some time out to read my post for today. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27672551-4301742563403219896?l=icanwriteyey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/4301742563403219896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/4301742563403219896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanwriteyey.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-unproductive-wednesday-afternoon.html' title='My Unproductive Wednesday Afternoon'/><author><name>dana canicosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508665322286501216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5kTMmhPVrY/Tx7RQAv1duI/AAAAAAAABi4/X7I8RDiHEVk/s220/white%2Band%2Bblue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ofJM3eLwTcc/TUmQLW1T3xI/AAAAAAAABH0/StKtK-cIkZg/s72-c/thezacef_1blogger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27672551.post-8889267461642672759</id><published>2011-02-01T23:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T00:08:44.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tikoy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ofJM3eLwTcc/TUgsRLqs3OI/AAAAAAAABHo/xLIj8bija8Q/s1600/SDC11908_a1b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ofJM3eLwTcc/TUgsRLqs3OI/AAAAAAAABHo/xLIj8bija8Q/s400/SDC11908_a1b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568749612944907490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They look like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;turon &lt;/span&gt;or&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; lumpia&lt;/span&gt; but they're actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tikoy&lt;/span&gt; with a twist. ;)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Tikoy&lt;/span&gt;, also known as "Nian Gao", is a sticky rice cake that's consumed  every Chinese New Year. To the Chinese, this is a food that brings good luck and prosperity. In the Philippines, it comes in different colors and flavors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Chinese New Year everyone (in advance)! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27672551-8889267461642672759?l=icanwriteyey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/8889267461642672759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/8889267461642672759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanwriteyey.blogspot.com/2011/02/tikoy.html' title='The Tikoy'/><author><name>dana canicosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508665322286501216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5kTMmhPVrY/Tx7RQAv1duI/AAAAAAAABi4/X7I8RDiHEVk/s220/white%2Band%2Bblue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ofJM3eLwTcc/TUgsRLqs3OI/AAAAAAAABHo/xLIj8bija8Q/s72-c/SDC11908_a1b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27672551.post-1515909138930386298</id><published>2011-01-31T19:23:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T23:42:18.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, Margaret</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My last blog post for the month of January belongs to my bestfriend, Margaret. We've known each other for a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;decade&lt;/span&gt; now. We grew up together and I can proudly say that she turned out to be an amazing and inspiring person. She had gone through different challenges in her life but she never let all of these affect her in any way. Instead of giving up, she bravely faced the challenges that came her way for she believes that these could make her a better and wiser person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofJM3eLwTcc/TUgOrJxW9xI/AAAAAAAABG4/xhNa1EWxP6c/s1600/md2a%2Bcopy_1a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofJM3eLwTcc/TUgOrJxW9xI/AAAAAAAABG4/xhNa1EWxP6c/s400/md2a%2Bcopy_1a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568717073763727122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(her first sleepover in Laguna three years ago)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ofJM3eLwTcc/TUgPRfbO60I/AAAAAAAABHA/iyRXEOXr44k/s1600/jamesmaggiedana1a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ofJM3eLwTcc/TUgPRfbO60I/AAAAAAAABHA/iyRXEOXr44k/s400/jamesmaggiedana1a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568717732411534146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(with our friend James three years ago)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;She loves her family so much and she values the people around her. Though busy and pretty much occupied with school work, she can still allot some time for her family and friends. No wonder why she is truly blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofJM3eLwTcc/TUgUeCpKzEI/AAAAAAAABHY/GsK3mA0cnCs/s1600/101_2715ab%2Bmd1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofJM3eLwTcc/TUgUeCpKzEI/AAAAAAAABHY/GsK3mA0cnCs/s400/101_2715ab%2Bmd1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568723445581794370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(after watching Danz Dish 5 in school last year. It was a memorable night!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Margaret is more than just a bestfriend; I think she is my long-lost sister! ;) I feel so lucky to have someone like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Birthday Bestfriend Margaret!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27672551-1515909138930386298?l=icanwriteyey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/1515909138930386298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/1515909138930386298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanwriteyey.blogspot.com/2011/01/oh-margaret.html' title='Oh, Margaret'/><author><name>dana canicosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508665322286501216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5kTMmhPVrY/Tx7RQAv1duI/AAAAAAAABi4/X7I8RDiHEVk/s220/white%2Band%2Bblue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofJM3eLwTcc/TUgOrJxW9xI/AAAAAAAABG4/xhNa1EWxP6c/s72-c/md2a%2Bcopy_1a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27672551.post-1314349248488060233</id><published>2011-01-28T18:45:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T22:24:50.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sweetest Story I've Ever Heard</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/K1qtf-qJpnM" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like you to meet &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chris Medina, &lt;/span&gt;a simple man with a good heart who dreams of becoming the next American Idol. He may be the sweetest guy in the eyes of all the girls in the world right now and I bet those who were able to watch his audition cried. His audition turned out to be so wonderful because he sang from the heart. I almost cried too while watching him on TV  a while ago because I was moved by his lovely story. What he said in the interview impressed me: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"What kind of guy would I be if I walked out when she needed me the most?"&lt;/span&gt; His fiancee, I realized, is indeed lucky to have him. I admire this man and I hope he makes it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm posting a video of his audition just in case you haven't seen it yet. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27672551-1314349248488060233?l=icanwriteyey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/1314349248488060233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/1314349248488060233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanwriteyey.blogspot.com/2011/01/sweetest-story-ive-ever-heard.html' title='The Sweetest Story I&apos;ve Ever Heard'/><author><name>dana canicosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508665322286501216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5kTMmhPVrY/Tx7RQAv1duI/AAAAAAAABi4/X7I8RDiHEVk/s220/white%2Band%2Bblue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/K1qtf-qJpnM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27672551.post-8880684058123196914</id><published>2011-01-28T16:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T13:03:37.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wonder What's Going On Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My dad's operation didn't push through (note: he was already inside  the operating room) because one of the doctors called up and said a  bleeding might occur, due to the medicine he's been drinking since &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dati  pa&lt;/span&gt;. They want my dad to stop drinking that medicine first before they  could "remove" the lump in his tummy. My dad had been through a lot of  tests last week and I find their reason absurd because, hello, they  should have found out about it, right? As of  this moment, his operation day is rescheduled. Unknown date. Sad. :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On a much brighter side, my dad's in good condition. We don't blame anyone because if the operation pushed through, his condition could have gotten worse. We consider this as a blessing in disguise. Thank you friends for praying for him. We (our family) truly appreciate it. God is really good. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27672551-8880684058123196914?l=icanwriteyey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/8880684058123196914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/8880684058123196914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanwriteyey.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-wonder-whats-going-on-today.html' title='I Wonder What&apos;s Going On Today'/><author><name>dana canicosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508665322286501216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5kTMmhPVrY/Tx7RQAv1duI/AAAAAAAABi4/X7I8RDiHEVk/s220/white%2Band%2Bblue.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27672551.post-5691867555672151139</id><published>2011-01-26T21:36:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T19:27:56.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Girl's First Heartbreak</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/zYI9lc_X5oo" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She is only four years old. And she is already heartbroken because she doesn't want to leave a guy named Steven, who happened to be her teacher. Steven might have been a cool teacher  to her that's why she cries like it's the end of the world. Oh, the power of teachers. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to hug this poor little girl and tell her that it's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27672551-5691867555672151139?l=icanwriteyey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/5691867555672151139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/5691867555672151139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanwriteyey.blogspot.com/2011/01/little-girls-first-heartbreak.html' title='A Little Girl&apos;s First Heartbreak'/><author><name>dana canicosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508665322286501216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5kTMmhPVrY/Tx7RQAv1duI/AAAAAAAABi4/X7I8RDiHEVk/s220/white%2Band%2Bblue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/zYI9lc_X5oo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27672551.post-8396085080541317022</id><published>2011-01-26T20:03:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T21:03:56.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On a Wednesday Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ofJM3eLwTcc/TUAPolVhXuI/AAAAAAAABGw/1UKDQ-pqxTo/s1600/elmo.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ofJM3eLwTcc/TUAPolVhXuI/AAAAAAAABGw/1UKDQ-pqxTo/s400/elmo.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566466329321496290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you're feeling down, upset, sad, disappointed or pissed off today, I hope this photo of Elmo makes you smile in a way. Isn't it cute? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the verge of putting up a blog post that's full of negativity but I choose to stay calm and just think of happy thoughts. There's no point in crying over spilled milk. Only the babies do that. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is another day. My game face is on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Photo from Tumblr*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27672551-8396085080541317022?l=icanwriteyey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/8396085080541317022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/8396085080541317022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanwriteyey.blogspot.com/2011/01/on-wednesday-night.html' title='On a Wednesday Night'/><author><name>dana canicosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508665322286501216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5kTMmhPVrY/Tx7RQAv1duI/AAAAAAAABi4/X7I8RDiHEVk/s220/white%2Band%2Bblue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ofJM3eLwTcc/TUAPolVhXuI/AAAAAAAABGw/1UKDQ-pqxTo/s72-c/elmo.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27672551.post-5292757957685947075</id><published>2011-01-25T23:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T01:32:36.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fortune Cookie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's my first fortune cookie for this year! A fellow colleague gave each one of us a fortune cookie as soon as she arrived in the workplace. Everyone was excited to open his or her cookie to find out its inspiring message for the day. With her camera around, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kaye &lt;/span&gt;began taking photos of us holding our fortune cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofJM3eLwTcc/TT7y8PP082I/AAAAAAAABGo/-k5MkO-XWtc/s1600/fortune%2Bcookie1ablogger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofJM3eLwTcc/TT7y8PP082I/AAAAAAAABGo/-k5MkO-XWtc/s400/fortune%2Bcookie1ablogger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566153306175501154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is the message from my fortune cookie. Aww, I find it sweet and it definitely brightened up my day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Photo taken by Kaye*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27672551-5292757957685947075?l=icanwriteyey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/5292757957685947075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/5292757957685947075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanwriteyey.blogspot.com/2011/01/fortune-cookie.html' title='The Fortune Cookie'/><author><name>dana canicosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508665322286501216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5kTMmhPVrY/Tx7RQAv1duI/AAAAAAAABi4/X7I8RDiHEVk/s220/white%2Band%2Bblue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofJM3eLwTcc/TT7y8PP082I/AAAAAAAABGo/-k5MkO-XWtc/s72-c/fortune%2Bcookie1ablogger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27672551.post-3439256821510946925</id><published>2011-01-22T12:22:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T17:05:48.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Iccarageous</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I call my friend &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Icca&lt;/span&gt; "Iccarageous" because she is a gorgeous girl. Icca and I met when we were still frosh students in DLSU and I feel so thankful because I've got the chance to  get to know this bubbly and smart young lady. It's truly an honor to be one of her friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofJM3eLwTcc/TTpfqHEsuQI/AAAAAAAABGA/2TWS6EbcS7o/s1600/iccarageous%2Band%2Bdanadoo%2Blaughtrip%2Bmoments2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofJM3eLwTcc/TTpfqHEsuQI/AAAAAAAABGA/2TWS6EbcS7o/s400/iccarageous%2Band%2Bdanadoo%2Blaughtrip%2Bmoments2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564865466627569922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Icca's energy, sense of humor and even laughter are really infectious so we have never had any dull second with her. I miss our random moments together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ofJM3eLwTcc/TTpg9bJBpyI/AAAAAAAABGI/hDsI1pth1fE/s1600/happiest%2Bexpression3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ofJM3eLwTcc/TTpg9bJBpyI/AAAAAAAABGI/hDsI1pth1fE/s400/happiest%2Bexpression3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564866897943570210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(This photo of ours is totally priceless. Both of us were beyond happy!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ofJM3eLwTcc/TTpuTXylnhI/AAAAAAAABGQ/Jr_ziPo4BW8/s1600/danaandicca2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ofJM3eLwTcc/TTpuTXylnhI/AAAAAAAABGQ/Jr_ziPo4BW8/s400/danaandicca2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564881568652434962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She is truly one of a kind. It amazes me how she can find time for her friends, family, social life and even God despite her busy schedule in the preschool where she works. With all her achievements and happy aura, I know she will go places and more good things are destined to come her way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Birthday Iccarageous!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27672551-3439256821510946925?l=icanwriteyey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/3439256821510946925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27672551/posts/default/3439256821510946925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icanwriteyey.blogspot.com/2011/01/iccarageous.html' title='Iccarageous'/><author><name>dana canicosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508665322286501216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5kTMmhPVrY/Tx7RQAv1duI/AAAAAAAABi4/X7I8RDiHEVk/s220/white%2Band%2Bblue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofJM3eLwTcc/TTpfqHEsuQI/AAAAAAAABGA/2TWS6EbcS7o/s72-c/iccarageous%2Band%2Bdanadoo%2Blaughtrip%2Bmoments2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
