<?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-3481280</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:22:25.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bits and pieces -- the press release</title><subtitle type='html'>just some bits and pieces in my life... some stuff to share with you</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inababes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inababes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>ina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uX_eQMasbkk/SfZ6_y7V0sI/AAAAAAAAABo/nPOQSo5BzKw/S220/Dylan7.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>171</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481280.post-112231534263872230</id><published>2005-07-25T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T11:19:40.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>After 3 years, I come back to post. Actually, all I want to say that my blog has come a long way from its humble blogger beginnings. I now have my own domain name! Imagine that.http://www.thisisina.com</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/112231534263872230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/112231534263872230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inababes.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112231534263872230' title=''/><author><name>ina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uX_eQMasbkk/SfZ6_y7V0sI/AAAAAAAAABo/nPOQSo5BzKw/S220/Dylan7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481280.post-79064979</id><published>2002-07-17T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-09T11:59:26.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I HAVE MOVED! i have finally gotten MovableType up and running. join me in my blog's new location:bits &amp; pieces	    same blog, new look. Ü	   **edit**i've actually moved twice since I posted this, I went from Blogspot to Cdnhost.net to Deeplist.com, and now I'm staying at Neopages.net. so just in case you happened to come to this old page, just click the URL to find where I moved my blog</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/79064979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/79064979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inababes.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79064979' title=''/><author><name>ina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uX_eQMasbkk/SfZ6_y7V0sI/AAAAAAAAABo/nPOQSo5BzKw/S220/Dylan7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481280.post-78966975</id><published>2002-07-15T02:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-15T02:30:20.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>piyesta opisyaldid i spell that one right? anyway, the advantages of an official holiday is no traffic in the streets as you speed off to work. yes, i had work this morning. the kids that cancelled last Saturday due to the rains were re-scheduled for today. at least i got my paycheck, although it is substantially lower than usual.heavy rains = flooding/sick kids = cancelled therapy = no </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78966975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78966975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inababes.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78966975' title=''/><author><name>ina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uX_eQMasbkk/SfZ6_y7V0sI/AAAAAAAAABo/nPOQSo5BzKw/S220/Dylan7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481280.post-78966903</id><published>2002-07-15T02:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-15T02:28:19.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>election apathyfor once, i couldn't care less about the elections today. i was all worked up about the last elections and i felt that whoever was apathetic enough not to vote deserved whatever clowns were elected into office. now i'm on the other side of the fence.maybe my current apathy is because these are only local elections at the barangay level. spposedly, you should be able to see more </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78966903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78966903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inababes.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78966903' title=''/><author><name>ina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uX_eQMasbkk/SfZ6_y7V0sI/AAAAAAAAABo/nPOQSo5BzKw/S220/Dylan7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481280.post-78966754</id><published>2002-07-15T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-15T02:15:39.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>stuck in the perfectionist trapi seem to be immobilized by my perfectionism. i cannot bring myself to start a simple task because i want to execute it perfectly. and the thought of the task is daunting in itself. moreso when i think of how many similar tasks i have yet to accomplish.i am talking about paperwork. although an essential part of my work, it is the part i dislike the most. what i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78966754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78966754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inababes.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78966754' title=''/><author><name>ina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uX_eQMasbkk/SfZ6_y7V0sI/AAAAAAAAABo/nPOQSo5BzKw/S220/Dylan7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481280.post-78928510</id><published>2002-07-13T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-14T00:00:07.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>just dessertsmy mom was raving yesterday about the tiramisu she had eaten at CPK. i can imagine her pausing with her fork halfway to her mouth and exclaiming, "ang sarap talaga nito!" except she and her friend stopped raving when they saw the bill. for two slices of tiramisu, a cup of coffee, and a cup of tea, the grand total came to a whopping 700 pesos. even when my mom told us the story, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78928510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78928510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inababes.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78928510' title=''/><author><name>ina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uX_eQMasbkk/SfZ6_y7V0sI/AAAAAAAAABo/nPOQSo5BzKw/S220/Dylan7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481280.post-78928195</id><published>2002-07-13T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-13T23:46:23.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yoga ?i spent the other part of the morning reading a book i found lying baout the house. Yoga, Youth and Reincarnation by Jess Stearn. Yoga seems interesting, and the physical and emotional benefits look appealing. i wonder if there are any places to learn yoga around the area.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78928195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78928195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inababes.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78928195' title=''/><author><name>ina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uX_eQMasbkk/SfZ6_y7V0sI/AAAAAAAAABo/nPOQSo5BzKw/S220/Dylan7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481280.post-78928081</id><published>2002-07-13T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-13T23:42:05.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sleep vs. computerhave been depriving myself of sleep lately. my evenings up to the dawn hours are spent in front of the PC. i know, it's not obvious when you look at the content of my blog recently. i've been looking for a free server and am trying to figure out MT. i know i already mentioned this before, so i won't dwell on it.i also didn't even take a nap yesterday. can you believe that? me</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78928081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78928081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inababes.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78928081' title=''/><author><name>ina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uX_eQMasbkk/SfZ6_y7V0sI/AAAAAAAAABo/nPOQSo5BzKw/S220/Dylan7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481280.post-78903207</id><published>2002-07-13T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-14T01:11:14.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>happy foodlately i find myself smiling more at the thoughts of certain foods. my appetite tends to go in cycles:eat-as-much-as-you-want-whenever-you-want --&gt;eat-in-moderation --&gt;eat-only-because-you-have-to --&gt; skip-meals-and-eat-only-if-absolutely-necessary --&gt;eat-only-because-you-have-to --&gt;eat-in-moderation --&gt; eat-as-much-as-you-want-whenever-you-want --&gt; and so on...pretty crude </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78903207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78903207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inababes.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78903207' title=''/><author><name>ina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uX_eQMasbkk/SfZ6_y7V0sI/AAAAAAAAABo/nPOQSo5BzKw/S220/Dylan7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481280.post-78894448</id><published>2002-07-12T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-12T22:39:29.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>skipping around the househooray! hooray! there's no school today!early this morning, i spent more than half an hour pressing the snooze button on my cell and listening for the text message that would tell me that my patients were cancelled for today. no text message arrived. i finally got up, showered and dressed for work. i was ready to leave and as i was about to step out of the house to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78894448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78894448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inababes.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78894448' title=''/><author><name>ina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uX_eQMasbkk/SfZ6_y7V0sI/AAAAAAAAABo/nPOQSo5BzKw/S220/Dylan7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481280.post-78819320</id><published>2002-07-11T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-11T08:37:11.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the OC in methe obsessive-compulsive part of me wants to get MovableType. i *love* the idea of being able to classify my posts according to category, and make so many more customizations otherwise. my only problem is i'm not a techie, and MT is a bit complicated to set-up. hopefully things will go well, then i'll transfer all my stuff to a new site. don't worry, i'll let you know once i do so. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78819320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78819320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inababes.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78819320' title=''/><author><name>ina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uX_eQMasbkk/SfZ6_y7V0sI/AAAAAAAAABo/nPOQSo5BzKw/S220/Dylan7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481280.post-78816259</id><published>2002-07-11T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-11T07:50:11.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Strandedoriginally by Plumb remade by Jennifer PaigeYou know it only breaks my heartTo see you standing in the darkAlone waiting there for me to come backI'm too afraid to showIf it's coming over youLike it's coming over meI'm crashing like a tidal waveThat drags me out to seaI wanna be with youIf you wanna be with meCrashing like a tidal waveI don't want to beStrandedStranded</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78816259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78816259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inababes.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78816259' title=''/><author><name>ina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uX_eQMasbkk/SfZ6_y7V0sI/AAAAAAAAABo/nPOQSo5BzKw/S220/Dylan7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481280.post-78778085</id><published>2002-07-10T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-12T21:59:57.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>outrageousi heard the most outrageous thing on the radio on my way home. a new alternative to palm reading is... butt reading. yup, you heard me right. apparently this blind psychic in Germany can ascertain your personality and predict your future by feeling the lines on your bare behind. some celebrities reported him as credible, and he had supposedly made accurate predictions for them. it was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78778085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78778085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inababes.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78778085' title=''/><author><name>ina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uX_eQMasbkk/SfZ6_y7V0sI/AAAAAAAAABo/nPOQSo5BzKw/S220/Dylan7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481280.post-78777597</id><published>2002-07-10T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-10T07:49:18.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>weebee/me gives a warm welcome to my PC/me grinshehe. Ü</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78777597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78777597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inababes.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78777597' title=''/><author><name>ina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uX_eQMasbkk/SfZ6_y7V0sI/AAAAAAAAABo/nPOQSo5BzKw/S220/Dylan7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481280.post-78777529</id><published>2002-07-10T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-10T07:47:21.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wake up callpicture this. having stayed up late last night reading a good book, you are thankful for a lazy morning in bed without any commitments to fulfull. while the rain pounds against the roof, you lie in bed, still half asleep, snug and warm under the covers. a piercing ringing interrupts the sleepy silence. you attempt to ignore it, but the phone continues ringing. you reluctantly slink </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78777529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78777529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inababes.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78777529' title=''/><author><name>ina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uX_eQMasbkk/SfZ6_y7V0sI/AAAAAAAAABo/nPOQSo5BzKw/S220/Dylan7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481280.post-78727394</id><published>2002-07-09T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-09T05:01:10.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>scroll buttoni have just discovered something to add to my wishlist. nothing fancy, just a mouse with a scroll button. it is so much more convenient than moving the pointer to the scrollbar at the side of the page! that's the mouse i'm using right now at this internet cafe i'm at. i feel like unplugging it from the PC and taking it home with me. hehe. Ü but since i'm a good little girl, i'll </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78727394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78727394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inababes.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78727394' title=''/><author><name>ina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uX_eQMasbkk/SfZ6_y7V0sI/AAAAAAAAABo/nPOQSo5BzKw/S220/Dylan7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481280.post-78719057</id><published>2002-07-08T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-08T22:33:17.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the power of choicei watched Minority Report yesterday. i have been intrigued by the movie ever since i saw the trailer. the premise involves a Department of Precrime, where murderers are apprehended before they can commit the murder itself. "I arrest you for the future murder of so-and-so, ..." the twist in the story happens when the chief of Precrime (played by Tom Cruise Ü) is accused of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78719057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78719057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inababes.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78719057' title=''/><author><name>ina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uX_eQMasbkk/SfZ6_y7V0sI/AAAAAAAAABo/nPOQSo5BzKw/S220/Dylan7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481280.post-78717891</id><published>2002-07-08T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-08T22:37:28.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>withdrawal symptoms(written yesterday evening)i am an addict in need of a fix. we brought the PC to the shop yesterday since it hangs pretty often and runs so s - l - o - w - l - y at times.it's after dinner, and i feel fidgety and uncomfortable. if the PC was here i would be blogging away right now. if it wasn't raining, i would probably be at a nearby internet cafe, indulging in my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78717891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78717891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inababes.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78717891' title=''/><author><name>ina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uX_eQMasbkk/SfZ6_y7V0sI/AAAAAAAAABo/nPOQSo5BzKw/S220/Dylan7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481280.post-78642861</id><published>2002-07-07T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-07T00:41:13.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and the rain goes onwas supposed to bring my sister to the dorm this afternoon. the continuous heavy downpour made us give it a second thought. knowing the streets of Manila, there would probably be enough water on Taft Ave. by now to paddle a small canoe. to my sister: sorry, dearie, much as i love you, i refuse to steer the car with an oar instead of the steering wheel. you'll just have to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78642861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78642861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inababes.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78642861' title=''/><author><name>ina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uX_eQMasbkk/SfZ6_y7V0sI/AAAAAAAAABo/nPOQSo5BzKw/S220/Dylan7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481280.post-78613467</id><published>2002-07-06T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-06T03:30:02.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and the rains have comesuch a rainy day today. as a result, most of my patients cancelled on me. it's such a hassle to drive all the way to Makati for just one patient. but then again, that kid came all the way from Nueva Ecija, so i shouldn't be complaining.it's a good thing the car didn't stall in the flooded streets. heck, it's a good thing the car started, since i left it with the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78613467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78613467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inababes.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78613467' title=''/><author><name>ina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uX_eQMasbkk/SfZ6_y7V0sI/AAAAAAAAABo/nPOQSo5BzKw/S220/Dylan7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481280.post-78586181</id><published>2002-07-05T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-05T11:40:49.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>friday five1. Where are you right now? at home. blogging when i'm supposed to be doing something else. *guilty smile*2. What have you lost recently? uh... sleep? 3. What was the first CD you ever purchased? Does that embarrass you now? i think it was Handpainted Sky by Color it Red. nope, it doesn't embarass me. why should it? it's a cool CD.4. What is your favorite kind of writing pen?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78586181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78586181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inababes.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78586181' title=''/><author><name>ina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uX_eQMasbkk/SfZ6_y7V0sI/AAAAAAAAABo/nPOQSo5BzKw/S220/Dylan7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481280.post-78585174</id><published>2002-07-05T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-06T02:41:23.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>if you could have whatever life you wanted, what would it be?i would reduce my days working as a therapist to 3 or 4. i would become a freelance writer on the side, and i would take courses in web design, photography, and writing. and masterals in OT. i would be an expert in pediatric OT, a consultant for schools and the like. i would deliver more lectures and seminars. i would manage our clinic</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78585174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78585174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inababes.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78585174' title=''/><author><name>ina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uX_eQMasbkk/SfZ6_y7V0sI/AAAAAAAAABo/nPOQSo5BzKw/S220/Dylan7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481280.post-78542955</id><published>2002-07-04T01:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-06T02:52:37.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>tweakdid a wee bit of tweaking to the layout. watcha think of the font size? took me a couple of hours to figure that one out. wasn't sure what tag to change in the style sheet thingie. then suddenly, it hit me. i should make a whole new tag! (hey, don't laugh, i'm new to this html thing.) besides, i was multi-tasking.now, all i have to figure out is how to organize my links. hmm.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78542955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78542955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inababes.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78542955' title=''/><author><name>ina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uX_eQMasbkk/SfZ6_y7V0sI/AAAAAAAAABo/nPOQSo5BzKw/S220/Dylan7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481280.post-78542671</id><published>2002-07-04T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-04T01:06:07.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>out in the rain and back againhave spent the whole day in front of the PC. again. first patient was cancelled due to the heavy rains, my second patient was re-scheduled for a different day. had a school visit this afternoon, which was also cancelled due to the rains. i had dressed up and headed out already when the text regarding the cancellation came. good thing i wasn't out of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78542671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78542671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inababes.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78542671' title=''/><author><name>ina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uX_eQMasbkk/SfZ6_y7V0sI/AAAAAAAAABo/nPOQSo5BzKw/S220/Dylan7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481280.post-78501861</id><published>2002-07-03T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-03T03:00:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Seven Shots on Wednesday: "What's New, Pussycat?"1. Anything new about you? Hair? Look? Style?well, my hair is newly dyed. cinnamon. hehe.Ü it doesn't show that much, except in direct light.2. What new song do you fancy right now?hmm... none in particular. any song that i can sing along to.3. What kind of new stuff have you bought lately? CDs, DVDs, books, etc.?books, as usual. don't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78501861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78501861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inababes.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78501861' title=''/><author><name>ina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uX_eQMasbkk/SfZ6_y7V0sI/AAAAAAAAABo/nPOQSo5BzKw/S220/Dylan7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481280.post-78501771</id><published>2002-07-03T02:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-03T02:49:05.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>science fiction and the universei spent most of this day reading Flux by Stephen Baxter. (on a side note, why do i always find myself writing reviews of the books i read and the movies i see?) as it says on the back cover, Flux is "very, very hard SF". in the past, i have been mostly drawn toward fantasy books, it is only now i've read some good science fiction. i believe fantasy and SF books </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78501771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78501771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inababes.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78501771' title=''/><author><name>ina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uX_eQMasbkk/SfZ6_y7V0sI/AAAAAAAAABo/nPOQSo5BzKw/S220/Dylan7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481280.post-78471622</id><published>2002-07-02T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-03T03:45:26.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>bwahahahaha!it just goes to show how much you should trust online quizzes... Are you Addicted to the Internet?38%  Newbie (21% - 40%)You've started to learn  that there is more to the internet than AOL. You've recovered from that email virus that wiped your hard drive and are thinking of getting DSL. You still tend to forward too many jokes and inspirational thoughts via email to your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78471622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78471622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inababes.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78471622' title=''/><author><name>ina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uX_eQMasbkk/SfZ6_y7V0sI/AAAAAAAAABo/nPOQSo5BzKw/S220/Dylan7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481280.post-78471544</id><published>2002-07-02T11:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-03T17:22:41.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and more quotes"One day, after mankind has mastered the winds and the waves and the tides and gravity, we will harness for God the energies of love, and then, for the second time in human history, mankind will have discovered fire." -- Pierre Theilhard de Chardin"For small creatures as we, the vastness is bearable only through love." -- Carl Sagan in Contact</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78471544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78471544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inababes.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78471544' title=''/><author><name>ina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uX_eQMasbkk/SfZ6_y7V0sI/AAAAAAAAABo/nPOQSo5BzKw/S220/Dylan7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481280.post-78471532</id><published>2002-07-02T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-03T02:27:07.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ghosts and alienswatched The Others. it's a good scary movie. well, i'm not sure whether the likes of you would be scared, but i have a tendency to get really involved in mvies and scare easily. that's why it's best for me to watch suspense/horror movies at home instead of in the theater. oh, and here's a tip: during the scary/suspenseful parts, cover your ears and not your eyes. that way, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78471532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78471532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inababes.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78471532' title=''/><author><name>ina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uX_eQMasbkk/SfZ6_y7V0sI/AAAAAAAAABo/nPOQSo5BzKw/S220/Dylan7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481280.post-78471428</id><published>2002-07-02T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-03T02:13:07.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>empty nesti don't know how people stand living alone. it is definitely not for me. with my mom on a vacation and my sister in a dorm, i find myself looking for more reasons to stay out later, to avoid coming home to an empty house. well, not technically empty, but it sure feels like it.even if there are days i don't interact much with my family (i either hole up in my room or in front of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78471428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78471428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inababes.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78471428' title=''/><author><name>ina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uX_eQMasbkk/SfZ6_y7V0sI/AAAAAAAAABo/nPOQSo5BzKw/S220/Dylan7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481280.post-78383612</id><published>2002-06-30T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-03T23:58:04.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>monkey named Oompahow do they come up with these things? i took this test at emode.com.Don't go bananas — in your former life you were a tiny monkey named Oompa. Here's what we know about you: Adorably sweet demeanor and sharp as a tack, you found success working with a street performer named Juan, who worshipped you and treated you like his own child. He bought you a gold satin jumpsuit with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78383612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78383612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inababes.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#78383612' title=''/><author><name>ina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uX_eQMasbkk/SfZ6_y7V0sI/AAAAAAAAABo/nPOQSo5BzKw/S220/Dylan7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481280.post-78382944</id><published>2002-06-30T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-30T08:13:23.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>love on the moonbeing the romantic that i am, i couldn't end my posts for today without something positive about love. it's an excerpt from the introduction of Enchanted Love by Marianne Williamson.Most of the time, we fall in love but can't remain there. The world then calls the state we were in a delusion or infatuation. But we were not deluded. We were not just infatuated. We merely lacked,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78382944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78382944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inababes.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#78382944' title=''/><author><name>ina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uX_eQMasbkk/SfZ6_y7V0sI/AAAAAAAAABo/nPOQSo5BzKw/S220/Dylan7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481280.post-78381052</id><published>2002-06-30T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-30T06:23:38.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dark side of loveTHE SOUND OF ONE HEART BREAKINGby Karen Kunawicz[via nelz]Ever come across this zen koan that JD Salinger used in one of his books? You know, the one that asks what is the sound of one hand clapping. I don't know the answer to that one. But ask me what's the sound of one heart breaking and I might have an answer. Welcome to the dark side of love.What is the sound of one </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78381052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78381052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inababes.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#78381052' title=''/><author><name>ina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uX_eQMasbkk/SfZ6_y7V0sI/AAAAAAAAABo/nPOQSo5BzKw/S220/Dylan7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481280.post-78380667</id><published>2002-06-30T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-30T06:03:12.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>not complainingactually, i shouldn't be complaining. not when i compare my plight to the little boy of our part-time helper. he's a few months shy from turning two, and right now he's been throwing up everything they try to get down his throat. they asked me for some temporary financial assistance, and we spent the afternoon looking for somewhere to bring him. it being a Sunday, most </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78380667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78380667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inababes.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#78380667' title=''/><author><name>ina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uX_eQMasbkk/SfZ6_y7V0sI/AAAAAAAAABo/nPOQSo5BzKw/S220/Dylan7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481280.post-78380475</id><published>2002-06-30T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-30T05:53:53.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sicklywhat used to be just an itch in the back of my throat has developed into a full scale sore throat, cough, and colds. my voice was a notch lower than usual earlier. the last time that happened, i kept on singing Tracy Chapman songs, amused at the sound of my voice.right now the sore throat isn't there anymore, but my nose is more clogged up and some remains of the headache i had this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78380475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78380475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inababes.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#78380475' title=''/><author><name>ina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uX_eQMasbkk/SfZ6_y7V0sI/AAAAAAAAABo/nPOQSo5BzKw/S220/Dylan7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481280.post-78380364</id><published>2002-06-30T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-30T05:47:25.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>speeding alongdropped my sister off at her dorm this morning. i finally took our new car out for a real drive. ang sarap pala mag-drive ng automatic! after getting used to a stick shift, the unoccupied half of my body (left foot and right hand) was looking for something to do. add power steering and a more modern engine to that equation, and i reached 120 kph easily on my way home. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78380364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78380364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inababes.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#78380364' title=''/><author><name>ina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uX_eQMasbkk/SfZ6_y7V0sI/AAAAAAAAABo/nPOQSo5BzKw/S220/Dylan7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481280.post-78347464</id><published>2002-06-29T03:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-29T03:42:16.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>seven shots on Wednesday, err, Saturday1. What does your room look like? Is it clean or messy?my room is so nice. Ü it was renovated a few months ago, and the staircase was removed. it was something that gave my room character, but also denied me my privacy. the walls were finally repainted. they used to be yellow, now they're off-white. i have a handcrafted rug (the type you get from Baguio), </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78347464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78347464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inababes.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#78347464' title=''/><author><name>ina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uX_eQMasbkk/SfZ6_y7V0sI/AAAAAAAAABo/nPOQSo5BzKw/S220/Dylan7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481280.post-78346953</id><published>2002-06-29T02:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-29T02:58:14.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rock Enrollwent to the Rock Enroll thingie at Diliman last night. ain't the name cool? Pinoys really have a knack for puns of all sorts. i especially liked the ticket, although when it was being handed to me i kinda hesitated. just the look of it brings back memories. it was a UP class card. hehe.Ü it's been a while since i've last claimed one of those. i really wanted to go out that night, so</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78346953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78346953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inababes.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#78346953' title=''/><author><name>ina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uX_eQMasbkk/SfZ6_y7V0sI/AAAAAAAAABo/nPOQSo5BzKw/S220/Dylan7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481280.post-78273774</id><published>2002-06-27T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-29T02:04:15.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>random quotes“Just remember that what you are jealous of is what you are supposed to have." "Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage." -- Anais Nin"Watch what people are cynical about, and one can often discover what they lack, and subconsciously, beneath their touchy condescension, deeply wish they had." -- Harry Emerson Fosdick</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78273774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78273774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inababes.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#78273774' title=''/><author><name>ina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uX_eQMasbkk/SfZ6_y7V0sI/AAAAAAAAABo/nPOQSo5BzKw/S220/Dylan7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481280.post-78225032</id><published>2002-06-26T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-26T08:39:13.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>interestingly weirdfound some interesting quotes here. not sure that i believe all the rest of it though. it gets weirder and weirder the further you read."The word warrior originally meant not being afraid of who you are. It didn't mean one who slashes, cuts up and murders.""The love that you withhold is the pain that you carry, lifetime after lifetime."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78225032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78225032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inababes.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#78225032' title=''/><author><name>ina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uX_eQMasbkk/SfZ6_y7V0sI/AAAAAAAAABo/nPOQSo5BzKw/S220/Dylan7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481280.post-78223911</id><published>2002-06-26T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-29T20:40:27.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Classy things to say when stressedwhat is it with me and lists lately? here's another list via solace:"Okay, okay! I take it back. Unfuck you!!!""You say I'm a bitch like it's a bad thing?!""How many times do I have to flush before you go away?""Well this day was a total waste of make-up.""Well aren't we a bloody ray of sunshine?""Don't bother me, I'm living happily ever after.""Do I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78223911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78223911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inababes.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#78223911' title=''/><author><name>ina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uX_eQMasbkk/SfZ6_y7V0sI/AAAAAAAAABo/nPOQSo5BzKw/S220/Dylan7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481280.post-78220503</id><published>2002-06-26T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-27T08:19:50.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Neo-Pagan my mom is going to have a fit if she reads this. good thing she doesn't read my blog. Ü check this test out to see what religion your beliefs fall under. [via Jo]Neo-PaganA community of faiths bringing ancient pagan and magickal traditions to the modern age -- including mostly Wicca but also Druidism, Asatru, Shamanism, neo-Native American, etc. Neo-Pagan is an umbrella term for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78220503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78220503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inababes.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#78220503' title=''/><author><name>ina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uX_eQMasbkk/SfZ6_y7V0sI/AAAAAAAAABo/nPOQSo5BzKw/S220/Dylan7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481280.post-78204385</id><published>2002-06-25T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-26T05:02:10.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hmm.interesting. [via Captive Orca]</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78204385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78204385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inababes.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#78204385' title=''/><author><name>ina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uX_eQMasbkk/SfZ6_y7V0sI/AAAAAAAAABo/nPOQSo5BzKw/S220/Dylan7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481280.post-78204003</id><published>2002-06-25T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-25T19:26:13.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i love electricityso much of our lives is dependent on little tiny particles running along thin wires that connect to almost anything in the house.there is no electricity right now as i am writing these lines. (take note of the word writing, i am just going to type these words in later when Meralco finally decides to get their ass over here and fix whatever's broken.) and so, here is my list </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78204003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78204003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inababes.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#78204003' title=''/><author><name>ina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uX_eQMasbkk/SfZ6_y7V0sI/AAAAAAAAABo/nPOQSo5BzKw/S220/Dylan7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481280.post-78203434</id><published>2002-06-25T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-25T19:06:15.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>finally, the phantom menacefinally got to watch Episode I. yeah, i know, the whole world has watched it already and more, i'm late as usual. i've already seen Episode II. but i liked Phantom Menace more. there was no sappy love story that got in the way of the story telling. don't get me wrong, i love sappy love stories, but the Anakin-Padme story was just so badly written. i mean, rolling </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78203434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78203434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inababes.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#78203434' title=''/><author><name>ina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uX_eQMasbkk/SfZ6_y7V0sI/AAAAAAAAABo/nPOQSo5BzKw/S220/Dylan7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481280.post-78202560</id><published>2002-06-25T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-25T19:37:04.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>tidbits of entertainmentwatched Unbreakable on VCD. i like the twist in the ending, [spoiler] with Elijah Price suddenly becoming the bad guy[spoiler end]. reminds me of Sixth Sense. funny how Bruce Willis stars in both.will watch Phantom Menace. i saw Episode II, but somehow missed watching Phantom Menace first. (this post and the previous entry were written the other day. i'm telling you this</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78202560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78202560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inababes.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#78202560' title=''/><author><name>ina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uX_eQMasbkk/SfZ6_y7V0sI/AAAAAAAAABo/nPOQSo5BzKw/S220/Dylan7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481280.post-78201790</id><published>2002-06-25T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-25T19:38:50.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i am the suni need to become my own sun. i need a turning point to hold my universe together. otherwise i will feel like i'm drifting in endless space.i don't want to find someone to become the center of my world. tried that already, and i got hurt. (actually, hurt is an understatement, but let's not get into the gut-wrenching details, ok?)so what do i need now? i need to become centered in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78201790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78201790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inababes.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#78201790' title=''/><author><name>ina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uX_eQMasbkk/SfZ6_y7V0sI/AAAAAAAAABo/nPOQSo5BzKw/S220/Dylan7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481280.post-78142651</id><published>2002-06-24T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-24T11:48:14.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>on a lighter notewhat do you do when your butt hurts from sitting in front of the PC for too long? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78142651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78142651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inababes.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#78142651' title=''/><author><name>ina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uX_eQMasbkk/SfZ6_y7V0sI/AAAAAAAAABo/nPOQSo5BzKw/S220/Dylan7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481280.post-78136974</id><published>2002-06-24T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-24T11:37:57.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>life as a bloggeryou know you're a blog addict when your train of thought starts to read like an entry in your journal. something funny or interesting or remotely noteworthy happens, and you start composing the words to describe the event in your blog. you have an urge to write down fleeting thoughts and realizations so that you will remember to post them.but why? why this compulsion to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78136974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78136974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inababes.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#78136974' title=''/><author><name>ina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uX_eQMasbkk/SfZ6_y7V0sI/AAAAAAAAABo/nPOQSo5BzKw/S220/Dylan7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481280.post-78131284</id><published>2002-06-24T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-24T11:39:39.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>on cars and drivingbtw, just wanted to mention that i got through the day without being caught for going against the coding scheme. yipee! Ü it was too much of a hassle not to bring the car since i had several errands to run before heading to Sta. Mesa.as i arrived home, i was so surprised when i was about to turn the car into the driveway. there was another car inside! i suddenly remembered </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78131284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78131284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inababes.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#78131284' title=''/><author><name>ina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uX_eQMasbkk/SfZ6_y7V0sI/AAAAAAAAABo/nPOQSo5BzKw/S220/Dylan7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481280.post-78128795</id><published>2002-06-24T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-24T06:30:07.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>nothing to blog ?oh no... am i becoming boring?? help!!!i think it's just this work burnout thingie. have been absent for 2 days, plus Sunday so that's a 3 day rest. but still i dread going back to work tomorrow. today was ok since i had just one patient. at least he showed up this time. hehe.Üso, how do i revitalize my work life?as for the rest of my life, it's pretty much ok. it tends to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78128795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78128795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inababes.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#78128795' title=''/><author><name>ina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uX_eQMasbkk/SfZ6_y7V0sI/AAAAAAAAABo/nPOQSo5BzKw/S220/Dylan7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481280.post-78120256</id><published>2002-06-23T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-23T22:01:39.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>back to workit's back to work for me today. oh well. nothing much to blog since surprisingly, i spent the whole weekend at home. just resting and taking care of some odds and ends. although i still have a lot more i should accomplish. hayy naku. my worst habit: procrastination. `nuff said.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78120256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78120256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inababes.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#78120256' title=''/><author><name>ina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uX_eQMasbkk/SfZ6_y7V0sI/AAAAAAAAABo/nPOQSo5BzKw/S220/Dylan7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481280.post-78056538</id><published>2002-06-21T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-21T23:12:09.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i actually got the neutral sheep, but i thought this one looked cuter Ü Which flock do you follow?this quiz was made by alanna</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78056538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78056538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inababes.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#78056538' title=''/><author><name>ina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uX_eQMasbkk/SfZ6_y7V0sI/AAAAAAAAABo/nPOQSo5BzKw/S220/Dylan7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481280.post-78041745</id><published>2002-06-21T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-23T22:43:27.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>favorite comic stripMutts is my favorite comic strip in the Inquirer. i just find it so cute. Üdarn, can't seem to post a pic of the comic strip. anyone know a freeserver where i can link to? oh well. i just added a link to my sidebar nalang.can anyone see this?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78041745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78041745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inababes.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#78041745' title=''/><author><name>ina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uX_eQMasbkk/SfZ6_y7V0sI/AAAAAAAAABo/nPOQSo5BzKw/S220/Dylan7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481280.post-78041459</id><published>2002-06-21T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-24T05:20:30.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>googlematchingsaw this at ellen's site, and i couldn't resist. ÜGoogle says ina is... a non-profit, educational association for nannies  divided into titles, chapters, and sections well-placed to serve a very wide range of needs  a public instrumentality of the State of Arkansas a non-profit private research institute  doing around the world this year ---&gt; uh, doing what? It looks like</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78041459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78041459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inababes.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#78041459' title=''/><author><name>ina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uX_eQMasbkk/SfZ6_y7V0sI/AAAAAAAAABo/nPOQSo5BzKw/S220/Dylan7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481280.post-78040671</id><published>2002-06-21T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-21T13:55:23.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>still awakei've been awake since 8pm. i took a nap yesterday from 3 to 8, and now i can't seem to fall asleep. oh well, back to blogging.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78040671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78040671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inababes.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#78040671' title=''/><author><name>ina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uX_eQMasbkk/SfZ6_y7V0sI/AAAAAAAAABo/nPOQSo5BzKw/S220/Dylan7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481280.post-78027772</id><published>2002-06-21T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-21T13:19:45.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my inner childKid Ass Avenger(Perverse Spoiled Functional Child) It's a bird, it's a plane, it's a gigantic flying perv! Yes, it's the inner child Kid Ass Avenger (PSFC). Your inner child runs amuck in the inner streets of your inner Mardis Gras. He, in fact, is the queen of the parade, and by the end of the night, or any night of your life, is always smothered in the finest beads. He is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78027772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78027772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inababes.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#78027772' title=''/><author><name>ina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uX_eQMasbkk/SfZ6_y7V0sI/AAAAAAAAABo/nPOQSo5BzKw/S220/Dylan7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481280.post-78022769</id><published>2002-06-21T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-21T06:41:14.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>delusions of grandeurwho, you might be asking, am i referring to? myself? nope. Genta Ogami. a friend showed me this article, and the size of his ego is unbelievable. Ogami's, not my friend's.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78022769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78022769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inababes.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#78022769' title=''/><author><name>ina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uX_eQMasbkk/SfZ6_y7V0sI/AAAAAAAAABo/nPOQSo5BzKw/S220/Dylan7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481280.post-78022593</id><published>2002-06-21T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-21T06:14:25.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>better late than laterhere are the Seven Shots on Wednesday questions...1. Where were you born?in Mandaluyong City. nope, not in NCMH (National Center for Mental Health). just clarifying that. Ü2. Where is the farthest you've been from your birthplace?uh... Switzerland? 3. Where is the best place you've ever visited? (note: visited)unfortunately, i don't remember much about the family </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78022593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78022593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inababes.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#78022593' title=''/><author><name>ina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uX_eQMasbkk/SfZ6_y7V0sI/AAAAAAAAABo/nPOQSo5BzKw/S220/Dylan7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481280.post-78021839</id><published>2002-06-21T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-21T05:15:25.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>licensed at lasti finally went to the LTO after lunch to pick up my license. after all, i have been driving around for almost half a year with only a receipt in my wallet instead of the actual license. the whole process of claiming it took less than 30 minutes, since when i arrived there were only 4 people ahead of me in line. having said that, i realize my patience for waiting in line has </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78021839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78021839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inababes.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#78021839' title=''/><author><name>ina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uX_eQMasbkk/SfZ6_y7V0sI/AAAAAAAAABo/nPOQSo5BzKw/S220/Dylan7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481280.post-78008196</id><published>2002-06-20T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-20T20:16:29.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>decisions and aginghad a business meeting last Wednesday. i must face the realities of growing up and making grown up decisions. suddenly, decisions become more complicated than just: what should i wear? or what should i do tomorrow? had dinner with my friend after the meeting. we had both brought cars to the meeting, so we convoyed (is there such a verb?) to the nearest restaurant. well, fast</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78008196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78008196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inababes.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#78008196' title=''/><author><name>ina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uX_eQMasbkk/SfZ6_y7V0sI/AAAAAAAAABo/nPOQSo5BzKw/S220/Dylan7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481280.post-78007433</id><published>2002-06-20T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-21T06:47:26.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>tearjerkerand yet another of my book reviews.. hehe.Üonce again, i stayed up till the wee hours of the morning finishing a book. (this was last Tuesday evening). i finished Message in a Bottle, i couldn't seem to put it down even when i tried. this book was definitely a tearjerker for me. although i must admit, some of the tears were partly due to my own memories of love instead of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78007433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78007433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inababes.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#78007433' title=''/><author><name>ina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uX_eQMasbkk/SfZ6_y7V0sI/AAAAAAAAABo/nPOQSo5BzKw/S220/Dylan7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481280.post-78006965</id><published>2002-06-20T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-20T19:42:37.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>missed blogging alreadyhaven't been able to post the last couple of days... i miss blogging already! i took the day off today.. although i haven't had that many patients per day, this past week has been taking its toll on my body. hopefully after today i'll be able to regroup and face the world of work with a smiling face and a lighter step. Ü</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78006965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/78006965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inababes.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#78006965' title=''/><author><name>ina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uX_eQMasbkk/SfZ6_y7V0sI/AAAAAAAAABo/nPOQSo5BzKw/S220/Dylan7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481280.post-77892760</id><published>2002-06-18T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-20T19:27:39.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>aww... i'm such a mushballLove-a-Lot BearYou love to take care of others and people love being around you because you make them feel appreciated. You are very sweet and soft-spoken. You are also a romantic and consider yourself an excellent matchmaker, so you tend to be a bit nosy. But everyone still considers you the sweetest person they know.Take the Which Care Bear Are You? Quiz!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/77892760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/77892760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inababes.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77892760' title=''/><author><name>ina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uX_eQMasbkk/SfZ6_y7V0sI/AAAAAAAAABo/nPOQSo5BzKw/S220/Dylan7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481280.post-77876861</id><published>2002-06-17T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-20T20:25:45.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>devouring booksat the rate i'm going, the books i just got might not last me the week. i stayed up till four am finishing Bridget Jones's Diary. i'm like that, sometimes it's hard for me to stop once i've started a book. it was just like reading a witty blog except that you already know what was going to happen. only with a lot more dialogue. a very humorous read, but i actually liked the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/77876861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/77876861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inababes.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77876861' title=''/><author><name>ina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uX_eQMasbkk/SfZ6_y7V0sI/AAAAAAAAABo/nPOQSo5BzKw/S220/Dylan7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481280.post-77846440</id><published>2002-06-17T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-17T08:07:42.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>unexpected resultssince i'm into Gaiman right now, i was delighted when i found this quiz. Which Member of the Endless Are You?whoah. never expected to be death. i wonder why. these were my answers:1) What is your favorite animal? Butterflies. 2) Where do you want to be in a few years? I want to be loved by everyone. 3) What do you usually wear? Pretty fairy wings and a long pink dress. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/77846440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/77846440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inababes.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77846440' title=''/><author><name>ina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uX_eQMasbkk/SfZ6_y7V0sI/AAAAAAAAABo/nPOQSo5BzKw/S220/Dylan7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481280.post-77842715</id><published>2002-06-17T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-17T05:40:38.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Neverwherei finished Neverwhere today. i read it in the morning and on my useless trip to and from the clinic. i found it very dark and entertaining. like it says on the back cover, "a dark contemporary Alice in Wonderland". i could also compare it to Baum's Oz series although without those perky munchkins in Munchkin Land. and instead of a yellow brick road, you have miles of sewer tunnels and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/77842715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/77842715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inababes.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77842715' title=''/><author><name>ina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uX_eQMasbkk/SfZ6_y7V0sI/AAAAAAAAABo/nPOQSo5BzKw/S220/Dylan7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481280.post-77842585</id><published>2002-06-17T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-17T05:42:05.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>just my lucky dayin case you didn't notice, that title was dripping with sarcasm. i was dressed and ready to head for the clinic, then my 11 am patient cancelled and my 1 pm patient was postponed till 4. so i would have to go all the way to Sta. Mesa for just one patient, and then brave the rush hour traffic afterwards. and since today is Monday, i'd be stuck commuting. i left the house in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/77842585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/77842585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inababes.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77842585' title=''/><author><name>ina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uX_eQMasbkk/SfZ6_y7V0sI/AAAAAAAAABo/nPOQSo5BzKw/S220/Dylan7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481280.post-77808197</id><published>2002-06-16T07:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-17T05:26:46.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>tele-novelaafter talking with a friend on the phone, i said to my mom, "i am in the middle of a tele-novela. thank God i'm just one of the extraneous characters." she asked, "hindi ba ikaw ang bida?" i said, "no, that's another story altogether."i swear, real life can sometimes be as complicated as a tele-novela. maybe i should write the story and just change the names around. but no one would</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/77808197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/77808197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inababes.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77808197' title=''/><author><name>ina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uX_eQMasbkk/SfZ6_y7V0sI/AAAAAAAAABo/nPOQSo5BzKw/S220/Dylan7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481280.post-77808187</id><published>2002-06-16T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-17T05:22:50.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>kikay angel and other storiesi went to ATC again with my mom and my cousin. my cousin had come back from a visit to the US some time ago and it was only now that we would have an opportunity to see each other again. we had dinner at CPK, and spent our time trading stories on how everyone was doing and reminiscing about some events of the past. then we went window shopping. or so i thought.i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/77808187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/77808187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inababes.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77808187' title=''/><author><name>ina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uX_eQMasbkk/SfZ6_y7V0sI/AAAAAAAAABo/nPOQSo5BzKw/S220/Dylan7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481280.post-77803459</id><published>2002-06-16T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-16T03:09:33.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>books galoremy mom and i stopped by ATC after mass a while ago. there was a discount (20%) on imported books at Powerbooks so i went on a bit of a spree and treated myself to the following books:1. The Sandman: Book of Dreams edited by Neil Gaiman and Ed Kramerit's not the original Sandman novel (graphic novel? comic book? i have no idea, i haven't even seen it yet) but it caught my eye </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/77803459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/77803459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inababes.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77803459' title=''/><author><name>ina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uX_eQMasbkk/SfZ6_y7V0sI/AAAAAAAAABo/nPOQSo5BzKw/S220/Dylan7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481280.post-77802332</id><published>2002-06-16T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-16T03:07:33.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>gold daw</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/77802332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/77802332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inababes.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77802332' title=''/><author><name>ina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uX_eQMasbkk/SfZ6_y7V0sI/AAAAAAAAABo/nPOQSo5BzKw/S220/Dylan7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481280.post-77802265</id><published>2002-06-16T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-16T00:07:13.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>marmaladei decided to try out the marmalade scrub that my sister bought from Body Shop. it looks good enough to eat and smells really delicious too. now all i need is some peanut butter and two slices of bread, and then i'll be good enough to eat! hehe.Ümarmalade always reminds me of Paddington Bear. i used to have a small stuffed toy of Paddy. wonder where that went off to.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/77802265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/77802265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inababes.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77802265' title=''/><author><name>ina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uX_eQMasbkk/SfZ6_y7V0sI/AAAAAAAAABo/nPOQSo5BzKw/S220/Dylan7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481280.post-77791638</id><published>2002-06-15T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-15T17:09:52.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yummy taho goodnessi interrupted my blogging to run out and catch the taho guy and get myself a nice tall glass of taho for breakfast. yum. the taho guy has been the same one selling taho on our street for as long as i can remember. i remember my cousins and i swarming around him, requesting for more arnibal (spelling?) and sago in our taho. he used to give a free cup to my 2 year-old cousin, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/77791638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/77791638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inababes.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77791638' title=''/><author><name>ina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uX_eQMasbkk/SfZ6_y7V0sI/AAAAAAAAABo/nPOQSo5BzKw/S220/Dylan7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481280.post-77791369</id><published>2002-06-15T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-16T06:57:15.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>bits of inspirationthis makes me want to watch Dead Poet's Society.KEATING"O Captain! My Captain!" Who knows where that comes from? Anybody. Not a clue? It's from a poem by Walt Whitman about Mr. Abraham Lincoln. Now, this class, you can either call me Mr. Keating, or, if you're slightly more daring, "O Captain! My Captain." Now let me dispel a few rumors, so they don't fester into facts. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/77791369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/77791369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inababes.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77791369' title=''/><author><name>ina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uX_eQMasbkk/SfZ6_y7V0sI/AAAAAAAAABo/nPOQSo5BzKw/S220/Dylan7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481280.post-77790813</id><published>2002-06-15T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-15T16:33:48.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>early to bed, early to risei woke up at 6 am today. i tried to go back to sleep, but by 6:30 i was really awake. wow. can you believe that? me, awake at 6 am? me, the same sleepyhead that slept through the entire (and i do mean entire) Sunday a few weeks ago. well, i did fall asleep pretty early last night. for a change, i didn't have any gimmick this Saturday. i was pretty exhausted. after a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/77790813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/77790813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inababes.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77790813' title=''/><author><name>ina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uX_eQMasbkk/SfZ6_y7V0sI/AAAAAAAAABo/nPOQSo5BzKw/S220/Dylan7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481280.post-77741634</id><published>2002-06-14T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-14T08:12:41.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>full day at workit's not often i work from 9 to 5... hayy. and to think that i had 2 1/2 hours free, besides my lunch break. .........i don't have anything to say right now! i'm posting too often, nauubusan tuloy ako ng kwento. and the only thing that happened to me today is work. well, i can ramble on about the kids i work with. likot pa rin nung isa, impulsive pa. yung isa naman dumating </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/77741634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/77741634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inababes.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77741634' title=''/><author><name>ina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uX_eQMasbkk/SfZ6_y7V0sI/AAAAAAAAABo/nPOQSo5BzKw/S220/Dylan7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481280.post-77698720</id><published>2002-06-13T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-13T08:44:06.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>online quiz that is (surprisingly) right on target What WB drama are you?You are most daring, and like the quote says, you grab the bull by the horns! You do what makes you happy, not what anyone tells you to do. Because of this attitude, chances are that you're the creative type, whether it be with a paintbrush, a guitar, a journal, etc. You're also pretty laid-back, so it's casual all the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/77698720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/77698720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inababes.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77698720' title=''/><author><name>ina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uX_eQMasbkk/SfZ6_y7V0sI/AAAAAAAAABo/nPOQSo5BzKw/S220/Dylan7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481280.post-77698589</id><published>2002-06-13T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-22T01:21:26.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>fallin'and to counteract that sad note, here's an email from a friend."I'm afraid to fly and I don't know why. I'm jealous of the people who are not afraid to die."It has taken me quite a number of years before I was able to write my reflection on this song. I think now is the best time for me to sit down and write what is in my head and in my heart before I can no longer remember? Falling in</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/77698589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/77698589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inababes.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77698589' title=''/><author><name>ina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uX_eQMasbkk/SfZ6_y7V0sI/AAAAAAAAABo/nPOQSo5BzKw/S220/Dylan7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481280.post-77697614</id><published>2002-06-13T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-13T08:15:31.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dialogueborrowed again. ang galing. ÜROSE: Have you ever been in love?DESIRE: You might say that.ROSE: Horrible, isn't it?DESIRE: In what way?ROSE: It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens your heart and it means someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses. You build up this whole armor, for years, so nothing can hurt you, then one </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/77697614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/77697614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inababes.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77697614' title=''/><author><name>ina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uX_eQMasbkk/SfZ6_y7V0sI/AAAAAAAAABo/nPOQSo5BzKw/S220/Dylan7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481280.post-77697255</id><published>2002-06-13T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-14T05:22:18.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rainbow connectionit was pretty hot and sunny today. so i was surprised this afternoon to see it raining lightly. (i don't think there's an English word for ambon, is there?) since rain + sun = rainbow, i looked up and saw it arcing across the sky. a full rainbow. now it's not often i see that, usually part of it is broken or obstructed from view. but there it was, in all its translucent glory. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/77697255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/77697255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inababes.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77697255' title=''/><author><name>ina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uX_eQMasbkk/SfZ6_y7V0sI/AAAAAAAAABo/nPOQSo5BzKw/S220/Dylan7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481280.post-77644054</id><published>2002-06-11T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-12T03:04:16.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>stream of consciousnessi am still online. i feel like rambling on and on about the bits and pieces of my existence. bear with me. or not.scorchingi was outside just a while ago. the heat was unbearable. i felt as if i was being roasted alive. my mom and i dropped the car off at the talyer on the corner of our street, then walked back. ang init ng mundo.tomatoes and milki took a bath when i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/77644054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/77644054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inababes.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77644054' title=''/><author><name>ina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uX_eQMasbkk/SfZ6_y7V0sI/AAAAAAAAABo/nPOQSo5BzKw/S220/Dylan7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481280.post-77639081</id><published>2002-06-11T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-11T20:59:14.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>super addicti am SOOO addicted to blogging right now. would you believe it was practically the first thing i thought of when i woke up? *shakes head in disbelief* oh well. this too, shall pass.You were male in your last earthly incarnation.You were born somewhere around the territory of what is now know as modern Alaska, approximately in the year 1350.Your profession was: librarian, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/77639081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/77639081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inababes.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77639081' title=''/><author><name>ina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uX_eQMasbkk/SfZ6_y7V0sI/AAAAAAAAABo/nPOQSo5BzKw/S220/Dylan7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481280.post-77609404</id><published>2002-06-11T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-11T07:10:13.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>stalled againand i thought i wouldn't have anything more to post today. but no, my life is exciting and eventful. hehe.Üwhile i was on my way home from a patient's house, the car stalled again. the same thing that happened last night, happened again. it was a bit worse though, since the engine didn't want to start this time. so i called my mom and let her know where i was. she said she'd call </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/77609404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/77609404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inababes.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77609404' title=''/><author><name>ina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uX_eQMasbkk/SfZ6_y7V0sI/AAAAAAAAABo/nPOQSo5BzKw/S220/Dylan7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481280.post-77598579</id><published>2002-06-10T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-11T07:12:08.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>within the silence version 2within the silence the echo of gunfire still lingerschaos has reigned supremenature's peace shattered by the cruelty of manin the aftermath she remainsoblivious to the merciless torrents that soak herand the piercing pain in her limba wail fills the air unbiddenher heart breaking with hysterical griefas she pulls his body closesoaked in the mingling of their</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/77598579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/77598579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inababes.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77598579' title=''/><author><name>ina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uX_eQMasbkk/SfZ6_y7V0sI/AAAAAAAAABo/nPOQSo5BzKw/S220/Dylan7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481280.post-77598483</id><published>2002-06-10T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-10T22:37:50.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>within the silencewithin the silence a curious mixtureexpectation, dread, and hopefurtive glances exchanged"what is it?"white coat clears his throat"your son will be bornwith Downs syndromei'm sorry."mother's face crumples in despairfather squeezed her hand in reassuranceplants a kiss on the growing gift inside"i'm not.he is my son."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/77598483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/77598483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inababes.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77598483' title=''/><author><name>ina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uX_eQMasbkk/SfZ6_y7V0sI/AAAAAAAAABo/nPOQSo5BzKw/S220/Dylan7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481280.post-77598289</id><published>2002-06-10T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-13T08:48:16.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>somewhere here in the horizoni'm not much of a poet, but i was inspired by this thread. somewhere here in the horizoni sit looking out atthe edge of the sky and the endless oceanwhile stars twinkle promises overheadi sit alone and rememberyour words of love and promisesof foreversilent sorrow trickles down my cheeki look up at the stars and searchfor the twinkling pint that holdsour </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/77598289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/77598289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inababes.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77598289' title=''/><author><name>ina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uX_eQMasbkk/SfZ6_y7V0sI/AAAAAAAAABo/nPOQSo5BzKw/S220/Dylan7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481280.post-77597082</id><published>2002-06-10T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-10T22:55:25.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>EVERY WOMAN SHOULD HAVE......one old loveshe can imaginegoing back to......and one who remindsher how far she has come......enough money within hercontrol to move out andrent a place of her owneven if she never wantsto or needs to......something perfect to wear ifthe employer or date of her dreamswants to see her in an hour......a youth she's contentto leave behind......a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/77597082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/77597082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inababes.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77597082' title=''/><author><name>ina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uX_eQMasbkk/SfZ6_y7V0sI/AAAAAAAAABo/nPOQSo5BzKw/S220/Dylan7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481280.post-77597010</id><published>2002-06-10T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-10T21:50:40.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>darni'm at work right now. the secretary just informed me that my 1pm patient just cancelled. should have stayed home awhile longer. oh well. buti nalang i can go online here.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/77597010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/77597010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inababes.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77597010' title=''/><author><name>ina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uX_eQMasbkk/SfZ6_y7V0sI/AAAAAAAAABo/nPOQSo5BzKw/S220/Dylan7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481280.post-77596934</id><published>2002-06-10T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-10T21:48:25.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>stalled in the middle of the roadwhile we were on our way home, the car suddenly went weird on us and stopped in the middle of the road. it was a good thing we were still near the entrance of the mall. my mom went out and asked the guards for assistance. they pushed us to the side of the road. then, when we were all set to determine what the problem was, the car was working normally again! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/77596934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/77596934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inababes.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77596934' title=''/><author><name>ina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uX_eQMasbkk/SfZ6_y7V0sI/AAAAAAAAABo/nPOQSo5BzKw/S220/Dylan7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481280.post-77591789</id><published>2002-06-10T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-10T21:41:04.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>clothes, books, and Japanese foodit was my mom's birthday yesterday. i went home from work early, no dawdling like i usually do. we went shopping at Festival mall. i bought new clothes (again!) from here. it's the same store i bought stuff from when i was in Greenhills. turns out their branch at Festival had a wider selection. can you believe i got a dress for P99? my mom and sister were </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/77591789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/77591789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inababes.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77591789' title=''/><author><name>ina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uX_eQMasbkk/SfZ6_y7V0sI/AAAAAAAAABo/nPOQSo5BzKw/S220/Dylan7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481280.post-77530253</id><published>2002-06-09T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-09T09:41:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>lyricsSomeday We'll Knoworiginally by New Radicalsrevived by Mandy Moore and Jonathan ForemanNinety miles outside Chicago Can't stop driving I don't know why So many questions I need an answer Two years and later You're still on my mind Whatever happened to Amelia Earhart? Who holds the stars up in the sky? Is true love just once in a lifetime? Did the captain of the Titanic cry?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/77530253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/77530253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inababes.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77530253' title=''/><author><name>ina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uX_eQMasbkk/SfZ6_y7V0sI/AAAAAAAAABo/nPOQSo5BzKw/S220/Dylan7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481280.post-77529766</id><published>2002-06-09T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-09T08:06:20.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>type of soulinteresting... not a bad description of me actually. I am truly passionate. Find your soul type at kelly.moranweb.com.You're excited about life and in touch with yourself and nature. Tell me, do I have this straight?Virtues: You appreciate humor like none other. Puns might even spark laughter in you (TEHY R FUNNI). You seek adventure and connection with your surroundings. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/77529766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/77529766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inababes.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77529766' title=''/><author><name>ina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uX_eQMasbkk/SfZ6_y7V0sI/AAAAAAAAABo/nPOQSo5BzKw/S220/Dylan7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481280.post-77528942</id><published>2002-06-09T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-09T07:14:33.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>new stuff and other ramblings**skips around and chants like a little kid** i got new stuff... i got new stuff... i have a new pair of pants, two blouses, and a new bag from Greenhills. it was a good thing we didn't spend that much time there, or i would have been tempted to buy even more stuff. Ü after that we had dinner, then a few games of billiards. i am so out of practice! having said </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/77528942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/77528942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inababes.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77528942' title=''/><author><name>ina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uX_eQMasbkk/SfZ6_y7V0sI/AAAAAAAAABo/nPOQSo5BzKw/S220/Dylan7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481280.post-77521384</id><published>2002-06-08T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-08T22:17:12.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>kuleti'm supposed to be posting an update on the gimmick i was out on last night... but i stumbled across this site, and i just keep clicking and clicking on more "emotions"... really funny! Ü</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/77521384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/77521384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inababes.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77521384' title=''/><author><name>ina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uX_eQMasbkk/SfZ6_y7V0sI/AAAAAAAAABo/nPOQSo5BzKw/S220/Dylan7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481280.post-77469753</id><published>2002-06-07T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-07T11:00:26.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>talking to myselfi can hear my bed calling me... and i have work tomorrow/later! oh well. ayan ka kasi ina, addict na ulit sa net. ang tagal kasi ng download ko eh!yeah, yeah, whatever. blame it on the download.eh talaga naman eh! *pouts*hay naku nag-drama ka pa. matulog ka na nga.okie. goodnyte. Ü</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/77469753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/77469753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inababes.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77469753' title=''/><author><name>ina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uX_eQMasbkk/SfZ6_y7V0sI/AAAAAAAAABo/nPOQSo5BzKw/S220/Dylan7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481280.post-77466642</id><published>2002-06-07T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-07T09:27:54.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rainit's raining!! ÜÜ i just love the smell of the rain....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/77466642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/77466642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inababes.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77466642' title=''/><author><name>ina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uX_eQMasbkk/SfZ6_y7V0sI/AAAAAAAAABo/nPOQSo5BzKw/S220/Dylan7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481280.post-77465688</id><published>2002-06-07T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-07T08:56:09.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>shoppingcan't wait to go to Greenhills though. i need new pants! Ü and maybe new blouses would be nice. ooh, i'd better make sure i stay within my budget. and maybe i can start browsing for a new phone. it's annoying how it goes blank while i'm typing in a message. well, my phone has served its time and deserves to retire soon. tsk tsk. expenses nga naman.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/77465688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/77465688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inababes.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77465688' title=''/><author><name>ina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uX_eQMasbkk/SfZ6_y7V0sI/AAAAAAAAABo/nPOQSo5BzKw/S220/Dylan7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481280.post-77465400</id><published>2002-06-07T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-07T08:47:48.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>tipsyi texted a kabarkada earlier: tara! gimik tayo!Ü he asked about the details, then he said he'd call me later to confirm. i said ok. his reply:LA LANG INS, USEEMED TIPSY ORSUMTHIN, KC ICANT RMEMBR DLAST TIME U SUGGESTD A GMIK!Üganon?? =Þi guess when i do "make yaya" (eeew! so conyo naman!) to go out, i usually do so with other friends. or maybe i just haven't texted him directly </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/77465400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/77465400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inababes.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77465400' title=''/><author><name>ina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uX_eQMasbkk/SfZ6_y7V0sI/AAAAAAAAABo/nPOQSo5BzKw/S220/Dylan7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481280.post-77452171</id><published>2002-06-06T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-06T23:30:58.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mistaken identityi received a text message this morning. from an unknown number.Reaction ng mga g¿rls pg nwla wallet nila: RICH g¿rls: "shit, my 50 thousand!" COÑO g¿rls:"damn, creditcards ko!" ALLg¿rls: "pucha, picture ni *****  &lt;--- name of my eXandun!"gulat ako. a few possibilities entered my mind. it could be him, forwarding a casual message for whatever reason. but that kind </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/77452171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481280/posts/default/77452171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inababes.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77452171' title=''/><author><name>ina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uX_eQMasbkk/SfZ6_y7V0sI/AAAAAAAAABo/nPOQSo5BzKw/S220/Dylan7.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
