<?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-4458643103950405130</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:46:04.042-08:00</updated><category term='bat'/><category term='wishlist'/><category term='giving up'/><category term='summer'/><category term='events'/><category term='alone'/><category term='trips'/><category term='cottage'/><category term='sadness'/><category term='family'/><category term='frustrations'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>the anonymous side of me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnothuyouthinkiam.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4458643103950405130/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnothuyouthinkiam.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16568337485750672149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/S_as97smP9I/AAAAAAAAANY/CeIumJqDgyg/S220/Lette+starbucks.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4458643103950405130.post-9190546626383625117</id><published>2009-09-05T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T17:04:08.725-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cottage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>Chasing a Bat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SqL8RX84UnI/AAAAAAAAANQ/ItcEhMnSaPU/s1600-h/bat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378138280451134066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 187px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SqL8RX84UnI/AAAAAAAAANQ/ItcEhMnSaPU/s320/bat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last month I spent 3 weeks in the cottage with Revital and the 2 kids. The cottage is a.k.a the lake house because it is located beside a lake. The most part of it was built with tree logs and the rest were stones and woods. It is surrounded with a lot of trees and plants where all you hear are birds chirping, crickets, bats, etc.. When I was there it reminded me of the province where I grew up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day we found bat poops in the room above the kitchen where nobody uses. I tried to check if theres a bat inside the house but I found nothing. Then one night while were having dinner and the girls were watching tv, they ran to us and said that a bat is flying inside the house. As nervous as I am I went and chase the bat until I end up in the room where we saw their poops. I looked around and in one corner of the ceiling I saw the bat.Im really scared especially when the bat moves around and flies on top of me. As always I convinced myself that I can do it so I asked for a plastic bag and grabbed a shirt to put in my hand so I wont feel the bat when I grab it from the ceiling while it is resting. Went on top of the chair and though I was shaking I was able to catch it and finally sent it outside. That was a really fun and scary experience that I will never forget.&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/4458643103950405130-9190546626383625117?l=imnothuyouthinkiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnothuyouthinkiam.blogspot.com/feeds/9190546626383625117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4458643103950405130&amp;postID=9190546626383625117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4458643103950405130/posts/default/9190546626383625117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4458643103950405130/posts/default/9190546626383625117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnothuyouthinkiam.blogspot.com/2009/09/chasing-bat.html' title='Chasing a Bat'/><author><name>Lette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16568337485750672149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/S_as97smP9I/AAAAAAAAANY/CeIumJqDgyg/S220/Lette+starbucks.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SqL8RX84UnI/AAAAAAAAANQ/ItcEhMnSaPU/s72-c/bat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4458643103950405130.post-4626039329876765347</id><published>2008-12-29T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T14:12:57.355-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='giving up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alone'/><title type='text'>Random Thoughts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SVlLWR6HFRI/AAAAAAAAALg/rbwzem9NVlQ/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285338483832329490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SVlLWR6HFRI/AAAAAAAAALg/rbwzem9NVlQ/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SVlLJlPq4wI/AAAAAAAAALY/BaqFv4bvZKM/s1600-h/spaceball.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285338265684730626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 1px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 1px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SVlLJlPq4wI/AAAAAAAAALY/BaqFv4bvZKM/s320/spaceball.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever felt the feeling of being at the edge of a cliff as if you are about to fall but then there's a certain force that's pulling you up?Have you ever felt the feeling of being alone that no matter how many people surrounds you, the emptiness is still dragging you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, what I'm trying to say is I'm experiencing all these things right now and I don't know how to get out of it. Ive known myself as a survivor. Ive been through a lot of things in the past and I survived all of it, but now I'm thorn apart and I don't know where to start to pick up the pieces. I dont want to entertain the thought of having regrets but somehow I do. &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/4458643103950405130-4626039329876765347?l=imnothuyouthinkiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnothuyouthinkiam.blogspot.com/feeds/4626039329876765347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4458643103950405130&amp;postID=4626039329876765347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4458643103950405130/posts/default/4626039329876765347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4458643103950405130/posts/default/4626039329876765347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnothuyouthinkiam.blogspot.com/2008/12/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts...'/><author><name>Lette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16568337485750672149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/S_as97smP9I/AAAAAAAAANY/CeIumJqDgyg/S220/Lette+starbucks.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SVlLWR6HFRI/AAAAAAAAALg/rbwzem9NVlQ/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4458643103950405130.post-7101721405905425799</id><published>2008-12-23T17:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T18:04:32.885-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishlist'/><title type='text'>My christmas wishlist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I only have 6 items in mind for my Christmas wishlist.:) most of the items are the most important things I need for the winter season which will last until March next year.:( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283168808087740178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SVGWCh5-XxI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/9gceUTgGsIM/s320/Forrester_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Eye glasses because I left mine back home and my migrane is killing me..:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SVGULI1IzeI/AAAAAAAAAKI/eXBOMOW4Sxs/s1600-h/childtights.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283166756952133090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 311px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SVGULI1IzeI/AAAAAAAAAKI/eXBOMOW4Sxs/s320/childtights.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tights to keep me warm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SVGSBADgUDI/AAAAAAAAAKA/oAyDr99q3Rc/s1600-h/Ladies-Winter-Coat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283164383774527538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SVGSBADgUDI/AAAAAAAAAKA/oAyDr99q3Rc/s320/Ladies-Winter-Coat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Winter Jacket with the fur (hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SVGRZQnUigI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/wPBAuvAseF8/s1600-h/asics_boots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283163701024950786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SVGRZQnUigI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/wPBAuvAseF8/s320/asics_boots.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Winter boots either white or black need it badly for the snow season&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SVGREVgFqvI/AAAAAAAAAJw/WPRZeaCbhYk/s1600-h/Body_Shaping_and_Thermal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283163341559540466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SVGREVgFqvI/AAAAAAAAAJw/WPRZeaCbhYk/s320/Body_Shaping_and_Thermal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thermal wear to keep me warm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SVGQSEjN9nI/AAAAAAAAAJg/m07N_Z2pG9w/s1600-h/sony-vaio-f-colors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283162478015805042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SVGQSEjN9nI/AAAAAAAAAJg/m07N_Z2pG9w/s320/sony-vaio-f-colors.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sony Vaio Laptop ..goodluck on this one!:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need this to keep in touch with everybody..Why this?Its pink..hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Merry Christmas Everyone!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/4458643103950405130-7101721405905425799?l=imnothuyouthinkiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnothuyouthinkiam.blogspot.com/feeds/7101721405905425799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4458643103950405130&amp;postID=7101721405905425799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4458643103950405130/posts/default/7101721405905425799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4458643103950405130/posts/default/7101721405905425799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnothuyouthinkiam.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-christmas-wishlist.html' title='My christmas wishlist'/><author><name>Lette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16568337485750672149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/S_as97smP9I/AAAAAAAAANY/CeIumJqDgyg/S220/Lette+starbucks.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SVGWCh5-XxI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/9gceUTgGsIM/s72-c/Forrester_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4458643103950405130.post-7838541456624091670</id><published>2008-12-23T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T18:10:46.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life in Canada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SVGM60kQIeI/AAAAAAAAAJY/GDeMYriE9r0/s1600-h/IMG_2963.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SVGM6izijBI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/-Ku1O9i8V_8/s1600-h/IMG_2945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283158775285582866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SVGM6izijBI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/-Ku1O9i8V_8/s320/IMG_2945.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Downtown experience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SVGM6dbLUPI/AAAAAAAAAJI/JT5O4eu4IEs/s1600-h/IMG_2856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283158773841219826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SVGM6dbLUPI/AAAAAAAAAJI/JT5O4eu4IEs/s320/IMG_2856.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Apple picking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SVGM5v38q6I/AAAAAAAAAJA/ANZDIHnoJdg/s1600-h/IMG_0197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283158761613863842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SVGM5v38q6I/AAAAAAAAAJA/ANZDIHnoJdg/s320/IMG_0197.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Snow with Alexis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SVGM5sePD0I/AAAAAAAAAI4/MyMsw0qlM7s/s1600-h/lette+iphone+pics+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283158760700710722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SVGM5sePD0I/AAAAAAAAAI4/MyMsw0qlM7s/s320/lette+iphone+pics+081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My First halloween party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SVGLlNhW_9I/AAAAAAAAAIw/pRHRDoc8y8k/s1600-h/IMG_2992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283157309283303378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SVGLlNhW_9I/AAAAAAAAAIw/pRHRDoc8y8k/s320/IMG_2992.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Spending time @ Centerpoint mall after Sunday Mass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SVGLkwdEvII/AAAAAAAAAIo/csd0lpo3Wbo/s1600-h/IMG_2977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283157301480701058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SVGLkwdEvII/AAAAAAAAAIo/csd0lpo3Wbo/s320/IMG_2977.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Visit Sharon whenever Im bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SVGLkZtP4TI/AAAAAAAAAIg/aAzVW-I9pcs/s1600-h/1_342006437l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283157295374524722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SVGLkZtP4TI/AAAAAAAAAIg/aAzVW-I9pcs/s320/1_342006437l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ate Judith and Ate Marvee: My guardian angels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SVGLkIRaXJI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/kVFkpGM937c/s1600-h/1_283697386l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283157290694368402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SVGLkIRaXJI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/kVFkpGM937c/s320/1_283697386l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fall season&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I went here wishing everything will be smooth as planned but I was wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life here is HARD, you gotta be brave and smart. Time is very important.&lt;br /&gt;Its a totally different world not to mention the weather differences which is really a burden for me. I can say that Im pretty Independent back home but being Independent here is another thing. I learned that no one can help me except myself. I need to be tough or else ill be drowned by my frustrations. Nevertheless, I met few people who always stand by me whenever I feel like giving up, which already happend several times. I even started to feel numb about everything, but they were ere so patient of giving me advices and encouragements because they all went to this stage that Im going through right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its just so funny how pictures can hide the real feelings I have inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4458643103950405130-7838541456624091670?l=imnothuyouthinkiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnothuyouthinkiam.blogspot.com/feeds/7838541456624091670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4458643103950405130&amp;postID=7838541456624091670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4458643103950405130/posts/default/7838541456624091670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4458643103950405130/posts/default/7838541456624091670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnothuyouthinkiam.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-life-in-canada.html' title='My Life in Canada'/><author><name>Lette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16568337485750672149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/S_as97smP9I/AAAAAAAAANY/CeIumJqDgyg/S220/Lette+starbucks.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SVGM6izijBI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/-Ku1O9i8V_8/s72-c/IMG_2945.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4458643103950405130.post-8199214636757697992</id><published>2008-12-22T17:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T18:33:44.553-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>2008: A year I would never exchange for anything else..:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SVGZ1_0UqcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/gQlFIfaW76o/s1600-h/IMG-5303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283172990825310658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SVGZ1_0UqcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/gQlFIfaW76o/s320/IMG-5303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Early this year I met someone whom I never thought will be my best friend, my companion, my morning dose of inspiration,my medication for depression and angst,my source of joy,my guardian angel, my critic, my sports partner, my exercise nagger, my out of town buddy and the guy who’s not hesitant to tell me my imperfections and most of all &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TEE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything happened so fast, we went &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; a lot of roller coasters but those times made our relationship much more stronger until I needed to leave for Canada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These are some of our memories together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Zambapalooza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Feb 1-3, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282800873751412162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SVBHZ7sTfcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/fbuU0P5Lk0c/s320/P2017343.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First photo together&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282801506482104802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SVBH-wzDqeI/AAAAAAAAACA/A_Jb6OBWSpI/s320/P2017347.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;First photo inside the tent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282801508409214082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SVBH-3-hBII/AAAAAAAAACI/r1Bm_jXumMM/s320/P2017447.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;First beach together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282801513877030770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SVBH_MWJR3I/AAAAAAAAACQ/zdOcsW3aI_0/s320/P2027560.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then we became &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;officemates&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282807568071904034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SVBNfl-ryyI/AAAAAAAAADg/WF1PVjC8UfI/s320/1_393165897l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Goodbye dinner for me(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;)with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Frances, Ate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Loids&lt;/span&gt;, Bessy, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Dewi&lt;/span&gt;, Me and Cris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Events with friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282805564044556162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SVBLq8ZVN4I/AAAAAAAAADA/ZmP_h6K8UgU/s320/1_361372734l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;MBS&lt;/span&gt; Party in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Katipunan&lt;/span&gt; with Alvin and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Tita&lt;/span&gt; Joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283143705533956226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SVF_NXmxQII/AAAAAAAAAHI/D1evn8jWYoA/s320/DSC_0609.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Chitos&lt;/span&gt; Birthday with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Alpharobots&lt;/span&gt;, Bessy and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Choogs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282807026748839346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SVBNAFZNVbI/AAAAAAAAADI/_LWMoclNzHo/s320/1_536181037l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;MBS&lt;/span&gt; Party with Portia and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Jopet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282805548036284450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SVBLqAwqYCI/AAAAAAAAACg/BiOON5w91M0/s320/DSC00101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Club Industry with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Maean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283131855017726178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SVF0bk_h0OI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Bs5UM-g412Q/s320/DSC_0562.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283131879300954386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SVF0c_dGeRI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/aCpE7aPA2f4/s320/CSC_0641.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;FHM&lt;/span&gt; Party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282807037555541154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SVBNAtpuhKI/AAAAAAAAADY/l5aZ5SwwAy0/s320/1_621141545l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;MBS&lt;/span&gt; Party with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Jem&lt;/span&gt; and Alvin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283178212243672290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SVGel7HeDOI/AAAAAAAAALI/-YHkKL2y4lo/s320/Image251.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Eraserheads&lt;/span&gt; Reunion Concert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283131868170048306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SVF0cV_SUzI/AAAAAAAAAGI/3UxrdJXdinc/s320/DSC_0361.JPG" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;SMB&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Octoberfest&lt;/span&gt; Party with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Sodexho&lt;/span&gt; peeps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283132965725619746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SVF1cOs7RiI/AAAAAAAAAGY/bKJv2Zrx5TM/s320/DSC_0349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Explored the beauty of Luzon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282809012986487026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SVBOzstKoPI/AAAAAAAAAD4/6Z0NQm9FeJs/s320/DSC_0009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tried to travel by bus we had so much fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282809002808879810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SVBOzGyoqsI/AAAAAAAAADo/3hKUb1a7UbE/s320/1_778625388l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Zambales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282809008739904722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SVBOzc4s7NI/AAAAAAAAADw/6zr6NIF1PKU/s320/DSC06444.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;La Union &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SVBTvQu6rTI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dJJ6Q2oQyO0/s1600-h/1_599230998l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282814434316299570" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SVBTvQu6rTI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dJJ6Q2oQyO0/s320/1_599230998l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Holy week in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Potipot&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Zambales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SVBTvZgo-EI/AAAAAAAAAE4/GBUJ1Dz1GqA/s1600-h/1_186211005l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282814436672337986" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SVBTvZgo-EI/AAAAAAAAAE4/GBUJ1Dz1GqA/s320/1_186211005l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SVBQOXScVxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qVbUcMu13u8/s1600-h/DSC_0232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282810570605352722" style="WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 321px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SVBQOXScVxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qVbUcMu13u8/s320/DSC_0232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SVBQOXScVxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qVbUcMu13u8/s1600-h/DSC_0232.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;UP Los &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Baños&lt;/span&gt; with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Acabados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SVBTvaKDVHI/AAAAAAAAAFI/omZ7wkUPPHg/s1600-h/1_790550986l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282814436846031986" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SVBTvaKDVHI/AAAAAAAAAFI/omZ7wkUPPHg/s320/1_790550986l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tour of the fireflies passing large area in MM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282809020091471122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SVBO0HLIFRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2eFvh7GYZB0/s320/DSC_0169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282809014988668850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SVBOz0Khf7I/AAAAAAAAAEA/xzeh1GqlCxE/s320/DSC_0060.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SVBQPt_ZC8I/AAAAAAAAAEo/ZNAbrbphzjw/s1600-h/DSC_0502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282810593879329730" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SVBQPt_ZC8I/AAAAAAAAAEo/ZNAbrbphzjw/s320/DSC_0502.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Sagada&lt;/span&gt; Adventure with Bessy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SVBQN5Gpu7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/NEVq09cLqjg/s1600-h/DSC_0199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282810562502835122" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SVBQN5Gpu7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/NEVq09cLqjg/s320/DSC_0199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SVBQO-aYg7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/AWCd-IuiIx8/s1600-h/DSC_0307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282810581107639218" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SVBQO-aYg7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/AWCd-IuiIx8/s320/DSC_0307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Banawe&lt;/span&gt; Excursion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283139882910041218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SVF7u3ONRII/AAAAAAAAAGg/SbrS3UBx84E/s320/DSC_0700.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SVBQPz_kyuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/F4ShJ1d8jho/s1600-h/DSC_0681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282810595490712290" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SVBQPz_kyuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/F4ShJ1d8jho/s320/DSC_0681.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Puerto&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Gallera&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;MBS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SVBVmjk7qJI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/RkuPoJ1Q6f8/s1600-h/1_851645727m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282816483779127442" style="WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SVBVmjk7qJI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/RkuPoJ1Q6f8/s320/1_851645727m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SVBVmwmEzDI/AAAAAAAAAFY/iH3GJA8KVpg/s1600-h/1_601512089m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282816487273581618" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SVBVmwmEzDI/AAAAAAAAAFY/iH3GJA8KVpg/s320/1_601512089m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283142599267089010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SVF-M-cMenI/AAAAAAAAAHA/-LJg4EdRTZc/s320/DSC06417.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;First trip in Baguio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283140632251913650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SVF8aevO1bI/AAAAAAAAAGw/4NJw5fuAaoM/s320/DSC_0894.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283140625259959202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SVF8aEsOE6I/AAAAAAAAAGo/Bs5d5UPR7kY/s320/CSC_0901.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; trip in Baguio @ Don &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Henrico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283142594309652450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SVF-Mr-P_-I/AAAAAAAAAG4/KfD4ockROUc/s320/DSC_0872.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SM Baguio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283004378361041810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SVEAfdcLE5I/AAAAAAAAAFg/O_Cy27vYodc/s320/CSC_0300.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Isabela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283007157709765938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SVEDBPUi_TI/AAAAAAAAAFw/n9mW2bqBUGU/s320/DSC-0203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Tagaytay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My 24th Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283175247286535426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SVGb5VymhQI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Ho3hDghxp-Y/s320/DSC-0201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283175276820142706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SVGb7Dz9mnI/AAAAAAAAAKw/lJxA_g00j1k/s320/DSC_0112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283175254311025586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SVGb5v9Xu7I/AAAAAAAAAKo/FtGt_Nd5F6k/s320/DSC-0247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moments with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Acabados&lt;/span&gt;' and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Macaraegs&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283145730142075042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SVGBDN29eKI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/RaZ2njwiyJ4/s320/DSC_0556.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283145750945741714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SVGBEbW8O5I/AAAAAAAAAHw/OrI2m7x0cYw/s320/DSC_0242.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283145744396186290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SVGBEC9Z8rI/AAAAAAAAAHo/v4KpfxQIRaU/s320/DSC_0255.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283145733425701954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SVGBDaF1pEI/AAAAAAAAAHY/6D47JIOzLyE/s320/DSC_1450.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283145737212516994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SVGBDoMr2oI/AAAAAAAAAHg/91x-au_Yb5Y/s320/DSC_0990.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283147617716207026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SVGCxFns_bI/AAAAAAAAAII/_PP22HyEmFQ/s320/DSC_1270.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283147605987402946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SVGCwZ7VpMI/AAAAAAAAAH4/VtBml1WOy84/s320/DSC_1521.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283147610780469698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SVGCwryGCcI/AAAAAAAAAIA/2Wh2dcSRgbI/s320/DSC_1372.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My Surprise despedida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283176415898588322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SVGc9XNbVKI/AAAAAAAAALA/535nRElTOBA/s320/IMG_2753.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283176413409637490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SVGc9N8A9HI/AAAAAAAAAK4/kpNHwVPtziA/s320/IMG_2737.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My 2008 might not be so perfect but finding my perfect match made it extraordinary. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Waking up in the morning without him by my side is a torture. It was 8 months of spending most of my time with him and suddenly I'm alone..its so hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I might be having a lot of struggles from where I am now,but whenever I look at this pictures and reminisce every single moment I had with him, with friends and our families all of these makes me strong and gives me the courage to move on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm ending my 2008 with sorrow but hoping that 2009 will bring me happiness and success.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks for all the good memories of 2008. &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/4458643103950405130-8199214636757697992?l=imnothuyouthinkiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnothuyouthinkiam.blogspot.com/feeds/8199214636757697992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4458643103950405130&amp;postID=8199214636757697992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4458643103950405130/posts/default/8199214636757697992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4458643103950405130/posts/default/8199214636757697992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnothuyouthinkiam.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-wonderful-2008.html' title='2008: A year I would never exchange for anything else..:)'/><author><name>Lette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16568337485750672149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/S_as97smP9I/AAAAAAAAANY/CeIumJqDgyg/S220/Lette+starbucks.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SVGZ1_0UqcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/gQlFIfaW76o/s72-c/IMG-5303.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4458643103950405130.post-5511107560341009929</id><published>2008-09-09T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T05:53:51.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WATER OR COKE?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eye Opening Information!&lt;br /&gt;This is really an eye opener.... Water or Coke? We all know that water is important but I've never seen it written down like this before.&lt;br /&gt;WATER&lt;br /&gt;1. 75% of Americans are chronically dehydrated.&lt;br /&gt;2. In 37% of Americans, the thirst mechanism is so weak that it is often mistaken for hunger.3. Even MILD dehydration will slow down one's metabolism as much as 3%.&lt;br /&gt;4. One glass of water will shut down midnight hunger pangs for almost 100% of the dieters studied in a University of Washington study.&lt;br /&gt;5. Lack of water, the #1 trigger of daytime fatigue.&lt;br /&gt;6. Preliminary research indicates that 8-10 glasses of water a day could significantly ease back and joint pain for up to 80% of sufferers.&lt;br /&gt;7. A mere 2% drop in body water can trigger fuzzy short-term memory, trouble with basic math, and difficulty focusing on the computer screen or on a printed page.&lt;br /&gt;8. Drinking 5 glasses of water daily decreases the risk of colon cancer by 45%, plus it can slash the risk of breast cancer by 79%, and one is 50% less likely to develop bladder cancer.&lt;br /&gt;9.  If you have chronic headaches or migraines, suck down a 20oz bottle of water at the onset!!!  It helps to lessen the pain (if you follow that with Gatorade or Pedialite it will help even more!!)&lt;br /&gt;And now for the properties of Coke:&lt;br /&gt;1. In many states (in the USA ) the highway patrol carries two gallons of Coke in the truck to remove blood from the highway after a car accident.&lt;br /&gt;2. You can put a T-bone steak in a bowl of Coke and it will be gone in two days.&lt;br /&gt;3. To clean a toilet: Pour a can of Coca-Cola into the toilet bowl and let the "real thing" sit for one hour, then flush clean. The citric acid in Coke removes stains from porcelain and china.&lt;br /&gt;4. To remove rust spots from chrome car bumpers: Rub the bumper with a rumpled-up piece of Reynolds Wrap aluminum foil dipped in Coca-Cola.&lt;br /&gt;5. To clean corrosion from car battery terminals: Pour a can of Coca-Cola over the terminals to bubble away the corrosion.&lt;br /&gt;6. To loosen a rusted bolt: Applying a cloth soaked in Coca-Cola to the rusted bolt for several minutes.&lt;br /&gt;7. To bake a moist ham: Empty a can of Coca-Cola into the baking pan, wrap the ham in aluminum foil, and bake. Thirty minutes before the ham is finished, remove the foil, allowing the drippings to mix with the Coke for sumptuous brown gravy.&lt;br /&gt;8. To remove grease from clothes: Empty a can of Coke into a load of greasy clothes, add detergent, and run through a regular cycle. The Coca-Cola will help loosen grease stains.&lt;br /&gt;9. It will also clean road haze from your windshield.&lt;br /&gt;For Your Info:&lt;br /&gt;1. The active ingredient in Coke is phosphoric acid.  Its pH is 2.8. It will dissolve a nail in about 4 days.  Phosphoric acid also leaches calcium from bones and is a major contributor to the rising increase in osteoporosis.&lt;br /&gt;2. To carry Coca-Cola syrup (the concentrate) the commercial truck must use the Hazardous material place cards reserved for highly corrosive materials.&lt;br /&gt;3. The distributors of Coke have been using it to clean the engines of their trucks for about 20 years!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the question is... &lt;br /&gt;Would you like a Coke or a glass of water? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4458643103950405130-5511107560341009929?l=imnothuyouthinkiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnothuyouthinkiam.blogspot.com/feeds/5511107560341009929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4458643103950405130&amp;postID=5511107560341009929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4458643103950405130/posts/default/5511107560341009929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4458643103950405130/posts/default/5511107560341009929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnothuyouthinkiam.blogspot.com/2008/09/water-or-coke.html' title='WATER OR COKE?'/><author><name>Lette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16568337485750672149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/S_as97smP9I/AAAAAAAAANY/CeIumJqDgyg/S220/Lette+starbucks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4458643103950405130.post-3945819696802685597</id><published>2008-07-22T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T23:31:20.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shadow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SIbP5P_k0hI/AAAAAAAAABY/iz37WHBZD0g/s1600-h/DSC_0788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226093000062718482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SIbP5P_k0hI/AAAAAAAAABY/iz37WHBZD0g/s320/DSC_0788.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SIadVxVDomI/AAAAAAAAABQ/CJpeOPfeE8A/s1600-h/DSC_0788.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always have a companion in life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It won't leave us alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That is our shadow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a constant companion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it fills me with delight to have a shadow &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aside from my own&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for a moonlit night never fails to locate thee&lt;br /&gt;and it completes my world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that's no surprise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Photo by: DZA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4458643103950405130-3945819696802685597?l=imnothuyouthinkiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnothuyouthinkiam.blogspot.com/feeds/3945819696802685597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4458643103950405130&amp;postID=3945819696802685597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4458643103950405130/posts/default/3945819696802685597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4458643103950405130/posts/default/3945819696802685597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnothuyouthinkiam.blogspot.com/2008/07/shadow.html' title='Shadow'/><author><name>Lette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16568337485750672149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/S_as97smP9I/AAAAAAAAANY/CeIumJqDgyg/S220/Lette+starbucks.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SIbP5P_k0hI/AAAAAAAAABY/iz37WHBZD0g/s72-c/DSC_0788.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4458643103950405130.post-7684836560266862781</id><published>2008-07-22T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T23:03:35.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunset</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SIaRJkaV8MI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pjHv9IbnU1o/s1600-h/DSC_0688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226024011189055682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SIaRJkaV8MI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pjHv9IbnU1o/s320/DSC_0688.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I sit and watch the sun as it hid into the dark clouds,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The sky is ablaze with the most beautiful shades of red, we cannot even imagine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The colors flow across the sky, as if God, had poured them himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its like Him telling me,&lt;br /&gt;Your today is put to rest, there's another tomorrow to test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There you are sitting just close enough,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for me to feel your warmth,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which puts the reassurance into my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that you are there to keep me warm for the evening to come. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Photo by: DZAcabado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4458643103950405130-7684836560266862781?l=imnothuyouthinkiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnothuyouthinkiam.blogspot.com/feeds/7684836560266862781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4458643103950405130&amp;postID=7684836560266862781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4458643103950405130/posts/default/7684836560266862781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4458643103950405130/posts/default/7684836560266862781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnothuyouthinkiam.blogspot.com/2008/07/sunset.html' title='Sunset'/><author><name>Lette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16568337485750672149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/S_as97smP9I/AAAAAAAAANY/CeIumJqDgyg/S220/Lette+starbucks.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SIaRJkaV8MI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pjHv9IbnU1o/s72-c/DSC_0688.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4458643103950405130.post-4484909432592867013</id><published>2008-07-22T00:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T00:16:43.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Viovilette Means</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #eeeeee" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Viovilette Means&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/name.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are very hyper. You never slow down, even when it's killing you.&lt;br /&gt;You're the type of person who can be a workaholic during the day... and still have the energy to party all night.&lt;br /&gt;Your energy is definitely a magnet for those around you. People are addicted to your vibe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long.&lt;br /&gt;You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are well rounded, with a complete perspective on life.&lt;br /&gt;You are solid and dependable. You are loyal, and people can count on you.&lt;br /&gt;At times, you can be a bit too serious. You tend to put too much pressure on yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are relaxed, chill, and very likely to go with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;You are light hearted and accepting. You don't get worked up easily.&lt;br /&gt;Well adjusted and incredibly happy, many people wonder what your secret to life is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone.&lt;br /&gt;You work hard not to rock the boat. Your easy going attitude brings people together.&lt;br /&gt;At times, you can be a little flaky and irresponsible. But for the important things, you pull it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a seeker. You often find yourself restless - and you have a lot of questions about life.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to travel often, to fairly random locations. You're most comfortable when you're far away from home.&lt;br /&gt;You are quite passionate and easily tempted. Your impulses sometimes get you into trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/"&gt;What's" Your Name's Hidden Meaning?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4458643103950405130-4484909432592867013?l=imnothuyouthinkiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnothuyouthinkiam.blogspot.com/feeds/4484909432592867013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4458643103950405130&amp;postID=4484909432592867013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4458643103950405130/posts/default/4484909432592867013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4458643103950405130/posts/default/4484909432592867013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnothuyouthinkiam.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-viovilette-means-you-are-very.html' title='What Viovilette Means'/><author><name>Lette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16568337485750672149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/S_as97smP9I/AAAAAAAAANY/CeIumJqDgyg/S220/Lette+starbucks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4458643103950405130.post-9055481319009453960</id><published>2008-07-11T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T19:32:04.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mga walang magawa sa opis..Ü</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SIaXrZXMOGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/ADymWkit36U/s1600-h/DSC09533.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226031189408364642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SIaXrZXMOGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/ADymWkit36U/s200/DSC09533.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SIaXrjNOgBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/URKFUuDRCGw/s1600-h/DSC09534.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226031192050925586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SIaXrjNOgBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/URKFUuDRCGw/s200/DSC09534.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SIaXr_qTtKI/AAAAAAAAAA4/bZj3RWcHCFo/s1600-h/DSC09535.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226031199689094306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SIaXr_qTtKI/AAAAAAAAAA4/bZj3RWcHCFo/s200/DSC09535.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SIaXsTZLsjI/AAAAAAAAABA/gzhoBuXL-rM/s1600-h/DSC09536.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226031204985975346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SIaXsTZLsjI/AAAAAAAAABA/gzhoBuXL-rM/s200/DSC09536.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SIaXskCHUOI/AAAAAAAAABI/tiDKJIZybi4/s1600-h/DSC09540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226031209452622050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SIaXskCHUOI/AAAAAAAAABI/tiDKJIZybi4/s200/DSC09540.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ayun..super avail nanaman dahil friday ngayon wala masyadong trabaho..salamat sa mahiwagang camera ni damdam..Ü&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4458643103950405130-9055481319009453960?l=imnothuyouthinkiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnothuyouthinkiam.blogspot.com/feeds/9055481319009453960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4458643103950405130&amp;postID=9055481319009453960' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4458643103950405130/posts/default/9055481319009453960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4458643103950405130/posts/default/9055481319009453960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnothuyouthinkiam.blogspot.com/2008/07/mga-walang-magawa-sa-opis.html' title='Mga walang magawa sa opis..Ü'/><author><name>Lette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16568337485750672149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/S_as97smP9I/AAAAAAAAANY/CeIumJqDgyg/S220/Lette+starbucks.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/SIaXrZXMOGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/ADymWkit36U/s72-c/DSC09533.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4458643103950405130.post-3226675128258569840</id><published>2008-07-04T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T15:04:12.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The first time I felt love but lost it...</title><content type='html'>I will not say that he was the object of my first affections, for that would be a lie. I have been feeling passionate about people since I was very, very young. Younger probably than most people. But I deny giving those feelings the title of love. &lt;br /&gt;This may seem unfair to those who don’t know the difference, but those who do will agree: calling infantile crushes love is calling a dandelion a rose. There is simply no comparison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose that we all lose our first loves, as well, and that is what makes them so sweet. But the truth is, real love is something that one never truly loses: as long as we hold onto that feeling, that emotion that is love, in its first, most pure state, we have hope, and we have the promise of bright days ahead. And your first love is perhaps your most real and most true of all loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took us 4 months before we decided to be together. He thought I was “hot,” I thought he was “cute,” my friends hated me for talking about him all the time, but we were in love, and damn the rest of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single important moment with him, from first kiss, first voicing of the tremendous feeling inside, first time argument, first break up, was completely perfect. In the course of three years, I ran through every single passionate emotion a human being can possess. And I think that he would tell you the same. &lt;br /&gt;Finally, I made a mistake or two, and it became apparent that he had many things to do that he couldn’t do with me there loving him deeply. I do not say that bitterly; it is the truth. I was too young and ignorant, and our age gap draws us steadily farther away. And yet, our love draws us closer and closer together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the days that followed the breakup, I realized that while it hurt incredibly to have to “lose” him, I had gained him as a friend, and that was more important than anything else. &lt;br /&gt;But no matter where we are now or where we'll be, he is, and will always remain, my first love as well as one of my truest friends. There is so much I have to thank him for, and I cannot, so I merely show him in my actions how much he means to me, as a human being. I give him compassion, now, instead of passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, true love, transcends all. It does not have to be passionate. It does not have to be wild, it does not have to be romantic. True love is ALL of those things, at one time or another, but it endures through all the ups and downs, adapts to all situations, and never gives up. That is what gives those who love truly the incredible hope that all others find so amazing and foolish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But those who love are not foolish … they are, for the first time, truly alive and open to feeling all emotions that can possibly be felt by the human soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a fool to have loved and lost, for I lost nothing, and I gained the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4458643103950405130-3226675128258569840?l=imnothuyouthinkiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnothuyouthinkiam.blogspot.com/feeds/3226675128258569840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4458643103950405130&amp;postID=3226675128258569840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4458643103950405130/posts/default/3226675128258569840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4458643103950405130/posts/default/3226675128258569840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnothuyouthinkiam.blogspot.com/2008/07/first-time-i-felt-love-but-lost-it.html' title='The first time I felt love but lost it...'/><author><name>Lette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16568337485750672149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/S_as97smP9I/AAAAAAAAANY/CeIumJqDgyg/S220/Lette+starbucks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4458643103950405130.post-3642914536103303949</id><published>2008-07-04T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T10:47:30.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>60 things most girls dont know</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Guys hate sluts even though they have sex with them!(oh yeah..you're not "popular" if you've slept with more than 6 guys..you're a HOE)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--"Hey, are you busy?" or "Are you doing something?" ~ two phrases guys open with to stop from stammering on the phone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--Guys may be flirting around all day but before they go to sleep, they always think about the girl they truly care about.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--Before they call, guys try to plan out a little about what they're gonna say so there aren't awkward pauses, but once he's on the phone he forgets it all and makes it up as he goes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--Guys go crazy over a girl's smile.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--Guys will do anything just to get you to notice him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--Guys hate it when you talk about your ex-boyfriend or ex love-interest. Unless they're goin for the let-her-complain-to-you-and-then-have-her-realize-how-wonderful-and-nice-you-are method.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--A guy who likes you wants to be the only guy you talk to.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--Boyfriends need to be reassured often that they're still loved.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--Don't talk about your guy friends to your boyfriend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--Guys get jealous easily.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--Guys are more emotional than they'd like people to think.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--Giving a guy a hanging message like "You know what?!..uh...nevermind.." would make him jump to a conclusion that is far from what you are thinking. And he'll assume he did something wrong and he'll obsess about it trying to figure it out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--Guys are good flatterers when courting but they usually stammer when they talk to a girl they really like.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--Guys hate asking parents for money to buy girls presents. So they come up with ideas like saving their lunch money for a week. But it never works because guys are always hungry so they end up asking the parents for money anyway.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--Girls are guys' weaknesses.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--Guys are very open about themselves.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--It's good to test a guy first before you trust him. But don't let him wait too long.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--Your best friend, whom your boyfriend seeks help from about his problems with you may end up being admired by your boyfriend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--If a guy tells you about his problems, he just needs someone to listen to him. You don't need to give advice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--A usual act that proves that the guy likes you is when he teases you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--Guys love you more than you love them if they are serious in your relationships.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--Guys will brag about anything.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--Guys use words like hot or cute to describe girls. We rarely use beautiful.If a guy uses that, he likes you a whole hell of a lot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--No matter how much guys talk about asses and boobs, personality is key.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--Guys learn from experience not from the romance books that girls read and take as their basis of experience.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--Guys worry about the thin line between being compassionate and being whipped.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--Guys think WAY too much. One small thing a girl does, even if she doesn't notice it can make the guy think about it for hours, trying to figure out what it meant.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--Guys seek for advice from girls not other guys. Because most guys think alike, so if one guy's confused, then we're all confused.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--Any guy could write out a rulebook or advice book for flirting, but no guy can write out a book about relationships.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--Try to be as straightforward as possible.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--If the guy does something stupid in front of the girl, he will think about it for the next couple days or until the next time he spends time with the girl.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--If a guy looks unusually calm and laid back, he's probably faking it and is spazzing inside.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--When a guy says he is going crazy about the girl, he really is. Guys rarely say that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--When a guy asks you to leave him alone, he's just actually saying, "Please come and listen to me."--Guys don't really have final decisions.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--If a guy starts to talk seriously, listen to him. It doesn't happen that often, so when it does, you know something's up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--If your best guy friend seems to avoid you or is never around when you're with your boyfriend, he's probably jealous and likes you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--When a guy tells you that you are beautiful, don't say you aren't. It makes them want to stop telling you because they don't want you to disagree with them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--When a guy looks at you for longer than a second, he's definitely thinking something.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--Guys like femininity not feebleness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--Guys don't like girls who punch harder than they do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--A guy has more problems than you can see with your naked eyes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--Don't be a snob. Guys can be intimidated and give up easily.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--Everything in moderation. Put on makeup, wear perfume. Just not too much.--Guys talk about girls more than girls talk about guys.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--Guys hate rejection, but they hate being led on even more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--If you are going to reject a guy, just do it. Don't say they are like a brother or just good friends, it just hurts even more. Tell them that you aren't interested in a relationship and they will respect you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--Guys really think that girls are strange and have unpredictable decisions and are MAD confusing but somehow are drawn even more to them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--A guy would give his left nut to be able to read a girl's mind for a day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--No guy can handle all his problems on his own. He's just too stubborn to admit it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--Not all guys are assholes. Just because ONE is a jackass doesnt mean he represents ALL of us.--We don't like girls who are too skinny.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--We love it when girls talk about there boobs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--Always make sure you know what kind of stuff your getting into before making out with a guy ...like wheather it's a one time deal or not ....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--Believe it or not shy guys are the most easiest to talk to..it may not seem right but trust me they will start opening up like books after you just ask them questions about their lives and unoticable tell them about yours...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--When a guy hits your butt it means that he wants you sexually&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--Even if they refuse it all guys are ticklish on the ribs..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--Guys love neck rubs and if he lets you keep doing it ..it means that he really likes you or his neck really hurts...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--Guys will test the waters to see how far they can get with you. Even if he doesn't intend to it will happen. Know how far it is you want to let him go and he will respect that...after you let him know a couple times.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--When a guy sacrifices his sleep and health just to be with you, he really likes you and wants to be with you as much as possible.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;---Girls, if u don't repost this within 1 hr then you will lose the guy of your life&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;---Guys if you don't repost this in one hr then you will lose the girl of your life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4458643103950405130-3642914536103303949?l=imnothuyouthinkiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnothuyouthinkiam.blogspot.com/feeds/3642914536103303949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4458643103950405130&amp;postID=3642914536103303949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4458643103950405130/posts/default/3642914536103303949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4458643103950405130/posts/default/3642914536103303949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnothuyouthinkiam.blogspot.com/2008/07/60-things-most-girls-dont-know.html' title='60 things most girls dont know'/><author><name>Lette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16568337485750672149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/S_as97smP9I/AAAAAAAAANY/CeIumJqDgyg/S220/Lette+starbucks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4458643103950405130.post-8543941202807459960</id><published>2008-07-04T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T10:16:51.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do they still exist???Ü</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Find a guy that calls you beautiful instead of hot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who will doanything they can to make sure your not upset even if its him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who calls youback when you hang up on him.who wil stay awake just to watch yousleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wait for the guy who kisses your forehead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who wants to show you offto the world when your are in your sweats. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who holds your hand in frontof his friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wait for the one who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares about you and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how lucky he is to have you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wait for theone who turns to his friends and says "thats her." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4458643103950405130-8543941202807459960?l=imnothuyouthinkiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnothuyouthinkiam.blogspot.com/feeds/8543941202807459960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4458643103950405130&amp;postID=8543941202807459960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4458643103950405130/posts/default/8543941202807459960'/><link rel='self' 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lunch..Unfortunately since he didnt have work today, he went out till 530 in the morning..so instead of meeting me at 6am he picked me up around 1030..while we were in the market we cant decide of what to cook until we saw this very unusual looking sea food..only to find out its a scallop..so we bought it and he volunteered to cook it..i chopped some of the ingredients for him and he managed the cooking part..I was already sleepy by that time but when I tasted it..its really mouth-watering..so delicious..he cooked it with a butter which made it creamy and yummy!ÜI swear I lav it when Im being pampered..Thanks tee..Ü&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4458643103950405130-3594784656745598965?l=imnothuyouthinkiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnothuyouthinkiam.blogspot.com/feeds/3594784656745598965/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/S_as97smP9I/AAAAAAAAANY/CeIumJqDgyg/S220/Lette+starbucks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4458643103950405130.post-2343312418128417239</id><published>2008-07-01T06:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T09:20:10.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>152 days of being inlove..</title><content type='html'>Its been 152 days to be exact since the first time I felt the spark inside me..Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its OUR FIFTH and were HAPPY..Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like other relationships, we also have our ups and downs but we havent had a fight that lasted for a day..everytime we have misunderstandings, we make sure at the end of the day we settle it..Ü I never expected to have him..everything was spontaneous..we chat, we met, we became officemates, and now were together..he's one of the best thing that ever happend to me this year.Ü&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4458643103950405130-2343312418128417239?l=imnothuyouthinkiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnothuyouthinkiam.blogspot.com/feeds/2343312418128417239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4458643103950405130&amp;postID=2343312418128417239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4458643103950405130/posts/default/2343312418128417239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4458643103950405130/posts/default/2343312418128417239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnothuyouthinkiam.blogspot.com/2008/07/152-days-of-being-inlove.html' title='152 days of being inlove..'/><author><name>Lette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16568337485750672149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/S_as97smP9I/AAAAAAAAANY/CeIumJqDgyg/S220/Lette+starbucks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4458643103950405130.post-7568414442901768668</id><published>2008-06-30T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T13:52:57.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>great weekend it is...ÜÜÜ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last Saturday after my shift, tee and his family fetched me from work and we headed to Zambales. We left Manila at 4am and arrived in Zambales around 8am..It was supposed to be 3 hours of trip but since we took pictures along the gorgeous SCTEX road it took us 4 hours..Since I came from shift I slept most of the time..When we arrived in Zambales, first stop was the market place we bought some stuff to eat ofcourse fish will always be included (sarap ng inihaw sa beach)..After which we already checked the famous Crystal Beach..We were assisted by "ate" (i forgot the name..hahaha) to have an occular tour first before we decide to stay there coz the plan really was to stay in Pundakit and just go to Crystal beach for surfing..So we checked Pundakit after but the place doesnt look safe for kiddos because there were alot of boats parked in the place so we went back to San Narciso and stayed in Crystal beach..We rented cottage Abraham which is really big..Its like a big Ifugao house with open ventilation and has 4 beds plus 3 wall fans..good for 10 people..very comfy..Ü &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Moving on..while others were preparing for lunch, we decided to swim as soon as we settle the things at the cottage..I had fun playing with the kids while tee tried to do skim boarding..We were just on the shore because the waves were to big for kiddos and the area that was near our cottage has a lot of big stones so we cant really swim..we just tried making sand castles..Ü after playing at the shore for 2hours we rested for lunch..we shared yummy adobo of ate leng..its my first time to eat adobo that has potatoes with skin but its supah delicious..Ü i missed those kinds of meal coz lately i've been eating a lot of fast food meals..so much for a good luch..we played "TONG-ITS" during our siesta time..a very cool card game..hahaha..we were all laughing while playing coz  were protecting the pot money for every hitter until it sum up to more than a hundred..oh well i lost like 80 pesos..hahaha..but its worth it..i even slept and left them playing coz i have no more money..hahaha..finally I got a good rest..sleeping while hearing the waves in the background makes the scenery SOooo RELAXING and it will really give you a good rest..anyways, I cant remember how much time i spent sleeping..hahaha..Ü When i woke up  its already dark outside and everyone's getting ready for dinner..we had the best tuna plus a mixture of  grilled eggplant with tomato..it was really good..Ü time to bond with the acabados, ofcourse the night wouldnt be complete without a liquor and stories on the side..so we drank until 1am the next day..Ü&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We woke up around 7am the next day..Tee and me were so excited to surf so we got ready for the beach right after getting out of the bed, however, when we inquired at the reception the instructor will be available around 8am..Instead of waiting doing nothing, we took pictures with the kiddos near the beach..minutes after we've seen people carrying surf boards so we went back and asked if there's already an available instructor, good enough there is..its SURFING time..Ü   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I met my instuctor Angel, a native in the place, he's been surfing for 6 years now..He taught us the basic for 30 mins like the parts of the surf board, ways on how to ride a board and of course safety tips..Thanks Angel!Ü after 30 mins of lecture here comes the REAL THING Im gonna go surfing..ofcourse with Angel still on the side..the waves we're really big but he said its just right for beginners like me..Here comes the hard part, we need to go to a good spot and before we reach that we have to face big waves on our way..I was really being bashed by the waves..so before I was able to enjoy riding on the board I went through alot of stress first..hahaha..but good thing Angel was on my side to hold on to..Even tee was struggling from a far..I think I had only 4 attempts during that 1 hour and the rest its all about facing the big waves..hahaha..No matter what despite the bruises I had I still enjoyed surfing though I wasnt able to really stand on the board..ÜAround 11am we already felt exhausted so we decided to go back to the cottage and prepare for lunch coz we planned to leave at 1pm but but but since we were all tired we decided to sleep after lunch and we left at 2pm..We then stopped at Subic Nike Factory then Adiddas to look for some things to buy..saddly theres none so we transferred to Duty-free which is a lot expensive so we just had food trip outside..as in food trip 16pcs of siomai and a special shawarma..hmmm..yummy!Üwe left subic around 6pm and arrived in Manila at 8pm..we had a nice dinner at Shakeys before we finally went home.Ü&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was one of the best weekends I had with him...Thanks Guys!ÜÜÜ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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is...ÜÜÜ'/><author><name>Lette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16568337485750672149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/S_as97smP9I/AAAAAAAAANY/CeIumJqDgyg/S220/Lette+starbucks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4458643103950405130.post-2580495431080640603</id><published>2008-06-27T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T12:38:13.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>its exactly 1 month before my birthday!!!Ü</title><content type='html'>As I was trying to personalize my blog settings, I saw the date today and yes its the 27th of June..its exactly 1 month before my birthday..ÜIve never been this so excited about my birthday..Well, first its because I dont really celebrate my birthday not that I dont want to but because I dont have my whole family with me everytime my birthday comes..second, i prefer receiving gifts from my dad than asking money for a celebration..third, it usually falls on a weekday where everybody is busy and have their own errands..But this year, which I think would be my last year to celebrate it here in the country would be a lot more different (wuhoo..hoping!Ü)&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I want to have an out of town celebration since it will fall on a sunday..I dont know who are the people ill be celebrating with but I want to be with those people close to my heart..If I have the means by that time, I would want to treat my family to a weekend getaway..Ü&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4458643103950405130-2580495431080640603?l=imnothuyouthinkiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnothuyouthinkiam.blogspot.com/feeds/2580495431080640603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/S_as97smP9I/AAAAAAAAANY/CeIumJqDgyg/S220/Lette+starbucks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4458643103950405130.post-6883654873458715429</id><published>2008-06-27T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T12:17:25.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another exciting weekend..Ü</title><content type='html'>Its the 28th day of June and its 3:10 in the morning to be exact..My shift just ended and I'm currently waiting for him to fetch me..To maximize my time I decided to make a post..&lt;br /&gt;Today we are heading to Pundakit and Crystal beach in Zambales..I heard its one of the surf spot in Zambales..Im supah excited because its my first time to have an out of town trip with him and his family..Im sure its goin to be a lot of fun..I dont really know whats gonna happen but I hope for the best weekend ever!!!ÜÜÜ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ill let you know the details of this trip when I get back on Monday.Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Weekend Guys!Ü&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4458643103950405130-6883654873458715429?l=imnothuyouthinkiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnothuyouthinkiam.blogspot.com/feeds/6883654873458715429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4458643103950405130&amp;postID=6883654873458715429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4458643103950405130/posts/default/6883654873458715429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4458643103950405130/posts/default/6883654873458715429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnothuyouthinkiam.blogspot.com/2008/06/another-exciting-weekend.html' title='Another exciting weekend..Ü'/><author><name>Lette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16568337485750672149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/S_as97smP9I/AAAAAAAAANY/CeIumJqDgyg/S220/Lette+starbucks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4458643103950405130.post-570538753568423217</id><published>2008-06-27T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T12:09:10.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As Beautiful As You...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I dont know if this song is intended for weddings but I heard it first from the wedding of my bestfriends brother..I was astonished by the song the moment I heard it.. Each line is so romantic..I just love it!&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ÜI&lt;/span&gt; hope I'll have a beautiful song like this on my wedding day.Ü&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From the moment I saw you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From the moment I looked into your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There was something about youI knew, I knew…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That you were once in a lifetimeA treasure near impossible to find&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I know how lucky I amTo have you…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause I’ve seen rainbows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That could take your breath away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The beauty of the setting sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On any given day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When it comes to shooting starsI have seen a few&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I’ve never seen anything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As beautiful as you…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can’t believe that I have you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can’t believe that you’re here in my arms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I’ve been waiting a lifetime&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For you, for you…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I’ve dreamed about you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pictured in my mind who I would see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I never imagined&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just how beautiful you’d be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause I’ve seen rainbows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That could take your breath away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The beauty of the setting sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On any given day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When it comes to shooting stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have seen a few&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I’ve never seen anything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As beautiful as you…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;La da da da da da daoh…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I’ve seen rainbows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That could take your breath away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The beauty of the setting sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On any given day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When it comes to shooting stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have seen a few&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I’ve never seen (never seen)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anything (anything)As beautiful…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No I‘ve never seen anything (thing)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As beautiful as you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From the moment I saw you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From the moment I looked into your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4458643103950405130-570538753568423217?l=imnothuyouthinkiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnothuyouthinkiam.blogspot.com/feeds/570538753568423217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4458643103950405130&amp;postID=570538753568423217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4458643103950405130/posts/default/570538753568423217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4458643103950405130/posts/default/570538753568423217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnothuyouthinkiam.blogspot.com/2008/06/as-beautiful-as-you.html' title='As Beautiful As You...'/><author><name>Lette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16568337485750672149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/S_as97smP9I/AAAAAAAAANY/CeIumJqDgyg/S220/Lette+starbucks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4458643103950405130.post-786404926858163652</id><published>2008-06-27T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T06:13:39.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>contentment</title><content type='html'>I've been wanting to feel security from my relationship at present..i came to realize that within the past few months I was complaining a lot and thats because Im expecting too much from him..Good thing I have friends who are willing to give their never-ending advices to me..They say that before you decide on something..reflect whether you are a heart person or a mind one because that would give you a sound decision..however, as I made a reflection on myself..i am more of a heart person..so most of the decisions I made in life is based on what i feel and sometimes I get unfavorable results..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the word contentment came into my mind..One of my friend told me that when you start to be contented on what you have, happiness will start from there..so there i stop expecting and just try to enjoy what I have..oh well i cant say im totally happy now but atleast I am better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4458643103950405130-786404926858163652?l=imnothuyouthinkiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnothuyouthinkiam.blogspot.com/feeds/786404926858163652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4458643103950405130&amp;postID=786404926858163652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4458643103950405130/posts/default/786404926858163652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4458643103950405130/posts/default/786404926858163652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnothuyouthinkiam.blogspot.com/2008/06/contentment.html' title='contentment'/><author><name>Lette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16568337485750672149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/S_as97smP9I/AAAAAAAAANY/CeIumJqDgyg/S220/Lette+starbucks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4458643103950405130.post-5593359779835252235</id><published>2008-06-26T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T10:52:05.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dreamin while im awake...Ü</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, it was my first time to experienced one funny moment I will never forget..I felt really abashed..Ü It was past 2 in the morning and my shift will end at 4am..So far, they've known me here as "sleeping beauty" (hahaha) and that's because 2 hours before my shifts end, you'll see me sleeping in my work station..Ü Yesterday, Ria (my co-worker) tried to help me not to fall asleep..I know I was about to be in a coma state so I tried to have some chitchats with Ria..we were discussing things about my family..I was telling her that I am the eldest and so on and so forth..but when I was about to tell her our youngest, suddenly out of nowhere, the word "straw" casually slipped into the conversation and when Ria reacted I said "fruit juice"..I even tried to debate with her about the "straw" and the "fruit juice", until finally I realized I'm already out of the box..hahaha..Ü I tried to composed myself and there we both end up laughing until we cried.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4458643103950405130-5593359779835252235?l=imnothuyouthinkiam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnothuyouthinkiam.blogspot.com/feeds/5593359779835252235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4458643103950405130&amp;postID=5593359779835252235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4458643103950405130/posts/default/5593359779835252235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4458643103950405130/posts/default/5593359779835252235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnothuyouthinkiam.blogspot.com/2008/06/dreamin-while-im-awake.html' title='dreamin while im awake...Ü'/><author><name>Lette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16568337485750672149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Koybw8y2A3Q/S_as97smP9I/AAAAAAAAANY/CeIumJqDgyg/S220/Lette+starbucks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4458643103950405130.post-6012150619998105338</id><published>2008-06-26T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T06:14:53.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i lav this day!!!!Ü</title><content type='html'>Its exactly 9:08pm in my time and I'm here at work..oh well,so far i haven't received any calls yet except for two test calls from JP (our OM)..why do i love this day???hmmm..its my 1st salary day and i was amazed with what i saw in my electronic payslip..hahaha..i feel like i want to rush time and leave so i can start pampering myself again..shopping..i miss it big time..i wanna have new set of clothes.. 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