<?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-3519208594359693072</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:52:31.190+08:00</updated><category term='tag'/><category term='happiness'/><title type='text'>Blue Arian</title><subtitle type='html'>see me, hear me, feel me..
me hasta, me oyes, me sentir..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nysa Tolentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210905897682161824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Smkio61t_PI/AAAAAAAAANI/5YJAxlt44zM/S220/DSC00828.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>117</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519208594359693072.post-8024655797936844439</id><published>2010-10-08T16:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T16:12:00.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Tear</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I released the first tear in my eyes today while talking to a colleague in school. Actually the reason is not a personal matter. We have a common factor and that is we are both teachers in a same school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I texted him and ask him if I can talk to him tomorrow before I will start my class regarding academic matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been my problem also last year when I had a hard time deciding if I will pass my three students who did not reached the passing rate. But then, at the end of the day, I decided, since it was my first year of teaching, I don’t want bad luck so I will just let these students pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This semester, I have less brilliant students than I had last year. I had fun teaching this semester because I have a huge class. Unlike before that I only have 25. But this semester is different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a student who doesn’t respect me as a teacher. S/He posted a comment in my blog covering his identity in the name of “politics” and s/he called me “walang kwenta”. It was the worst word ever thrown to me, and by someone who doesn’t even have the guts to show his ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have students whom I dropped from my class because of not attending for 5 xs or more and for breaking promises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are also some who doesn’t trust everything I say, like some information about my subject. I also get some criticisms on the way I dress, my language (I don’t say bad words for the record), and my political belief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I had an argument with one of my students. It was about their cancelled field trip that was supposedly scheduled on the day of my class. To cut the story short, since they already know that they are excuse from my class, they did not bother to just attend my class since the field trip was cancelled. They even scheduled an overnight swimming in replacement of the field trip. And so, they are still excuse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn’t make me cry. It didn’t soften my heart towards teaching. I was just hurt to the thought of every yahoos I hear when I say, I will not be attending their class or when they are excuse from my class because of school activities, etc. It is different when I was in theater that I get yahoos for every great performance. It’s heart-warming. But this time, I was hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning of today, I was checking some test papers of my students while at work. It was hard for me to see low scores of my students. Then I ask myself, how are they going to pass with this kind of scores? I asked myself if I’m ready to give a failing mark to those students who are not really going to pass my class. Then I texted my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He explained the pros and cons of my decisions. Whether I will fail my students or not. Whether I will give chance to those who are in danger of not passing my subject. He said that it might reflect on me as their instructor. That whether we like it or not, we are just part of the curriculum and of no much importance than their major subjects. I was demoralized or should I say, I lost respect on teaching as a noble profession. I cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried for everything I love that I think is going wrong. And this one is new. I don’t know that I would be this affected. I released the first tear for this profession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some realizations as the days of my teaching pass by. Example is that I’m still soft. I realized that my students are trying to soften my heart and I was caught. I heard some problems that I think are one of the reasons why they can’t study well. I had chats with students about their love life, family affairs, gimmicks, etc. And day by day, I am trapped to this professional employment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no resolutions yet. I’m still cultivating. But one thing is for sure. So far, I still love my profession. And whether circumstances would hurt me, I would still continue to be part of this noble profession. Why? Because this is me. Hard/Soft. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519208594359693072-8024655797936844439?l=nysatolentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/feeds/8024655797936844439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3519208594359693072&amp;postID=8024655797936844439&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/8024655797936844439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/8024655797936844439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/2010/10/first-tear.html' title='First Tear'/><author><name>Nysa Tolentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210905897682161824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Smkio61t_PI/AAAAAAAAANI/5YJAxlt44zM/S220/DSC00828.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519208594359693072.post-2051490609894764698</id><published>2010-06-22T14:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T15:13:34.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My BIT Students</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Click &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://secondyearofmsnysa.blogspot.com/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to navigate to my teaching page.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519208594359693072-2051490609894764698?l=nysatolentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/feeds/2051490609894764698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3519208594359693072&amp;postID=2051490609894764698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/2051490609894764698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/2051490609894764698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-bit-students.html' title='My BIT Students'/><author><name>Nysa Tolentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210905897682161824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Smkio61t_PI/AAAAAAAAANI/5YJAxlt44zM/S220/DSC00828.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519208594359693072.post-2927169504413448511</id><published>2009-11-23T10:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T14:41:03.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Grown Up Christmas List</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I don't know if my wishes for this coming Christmas are somewhat for grown-ups. But I find it odd to wish something that is not cheap for Christmas because people usually give gifts to many friends and it has to be inexpensive. However, these are the things that I want for Christmas, things that will make me happy. Although, material, these are important to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I want a new hair do, a Japanese hair do. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/SwoqPVhFtMI/AAAAAAAAANw/Iv9O0azy9ao/s1600/japhair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407180745574036674" style="WIDTH: 45px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 70px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/SwoqPVhFtMI/AAAAAAAAANw/Iv9O0azy9ao/s200/japhair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Odd because I have big eyes. Hehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Sarah Geronimo: Your Christmas Girl Album&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/SworBXvfo4I/AAAAAAAAAN4/wlJbbrx7gfY/s1600/friend.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407181605164786562" style="WIDTH: 69px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 60px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/SworBXvfo4I/AAAAAAAAAN4/wlJbbrx7gfY/s200/friend.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;A Japanese bicycle (with basket in front, hehe!). &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/SworLxLaSQI/AAAAAAAAAOA/hFtErnu5n8E/s1600/japbike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407181783791454466" style="WIDTH: 70px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 55px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/SworLxLaSQI/AAAAAAAAAOA/hFtErnu5n8E/s200/japbike.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; To lessen my transportation expenses and at the some time, exercise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;A new mobile. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/SwortYpHnFI/AAAAAAAAAOI/csJjHGJl6k8/s1600/aino.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407182361320725586" style="WIDTH: 88px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 67px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/SwortYpHnFI/AAAAAAAAAOI/csJjHGJl6k8/s200/aino.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (I already got this one! Happiness)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;A worthy gift for Baby Ayen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;A new wardrobe cabinet for my growing clothing needs. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/SwosCmPU-NI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Cp3Qw2IWfXQ/s1600/cabinet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407182725747898578" style="WIDTH: 99px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 78px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/SwosCmPU-NI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Cp3Qw2IWfXQ/s200/cabinet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(My mom is already complaining because she doesn't know where to put my dresses.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;A sofa bed with pull out bed.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Swosu7ZU0yI/AAAAAAAAAOY/7SMVGH0xxGI/s1600/sofa-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407183487341220642" style="WIDTH: 91px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 98px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Swosu7ZU0yI/AAAAAAAAAOY/7SMVGH0xxGI/s200/sofa-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Money, for Baby Ayen's Christening.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/SwotrKuQ8YI/AAAAAAAAAOo/nyAW7TqShuI/s1600/Money%20stacks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407184522247729538" style="WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 66px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/SwotrKuQ8YI/AAAAAAAAAOo/nyAW7TqShuI/s200/Money%2520stacks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Gas range (4-burner with oven) for my Mom.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Swos9McGD6I/AAAAAAAAAOg/sPInWabmiSY/s1600/gas+range.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407183732434407330" style="WIDTH: 93px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 66px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Swos9McGD6I/AAAAAAAAAOg/sPInWabmiSY/s200/gas+range.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;If you can't afford any of this, anything that is red, green, yellow and white will do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Thank you for taking time to read my wish list. I hope you can make my Christmas happy. Hehe! God bless your good heart... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519208594359693072-2927169504413448511?l=nysatolentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/feeds/2927169504413448511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3519208594359693072&amp;postID=2927169504413448511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/2927169504413448511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/2927169504413448511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-grown-up-christmas-list.html' title='My Grown Up Christmas List'/><author><name>Nysa Tolentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210905897682161824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Smkio61t_PI/AAAAAAAAANI/5YJAxlt44zM/S220/DSC00828.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/SwoqPVhFtMI/AAAAAAAAANw/Iv9O0azy9ao/s72-c/japhair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519208594359693072.post-1516009940363765398</id><published>2009-11-10T11:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T14:48:48.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Noblest Profession</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Teaching..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say it’s a noble profession... With all the hard work a teacher does like studying and working at the same time, preparing the lesson, making sure that all the things he/she will teach his/her students are correct. It is a crime when a teacher comes to his/her class not well-prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am fortunate to have experienced being a teacher. I took up Secondary Education major in Social Studies and passed the Licensure Examination for Teachers right after graduation. But after graduation, I didn’t pursue teaching due to financial conditions. I know teaching won’t give me enough to support my family. So I entered government service where I can have a bit higher salary than what a teacher gets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, I decided to teach. Not because I will be leaving my job in the Supreme Court but because I envy teachers who are very fond of sharing their knowledge and experiences to their students. Example is my brother, Jan, my gurlfriend Ate Daye, and my friend, Amiel. So I talked to my favorite professor who is now a Dean of the College of Social Sciences and Philosophy in Bulacan State University. Luckily, I was given a chance to teach Philippine Government and the 1987 Constitution to the 4th year Architecture students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was on my journey of sharing my thoughts and knowledge to my students, there is always that fear of not meeting their expectations. I dressed up, never repeated my clothes and bags for the entire semester. I used three of the best books I have ever read as my reference materials. I prepared my own writing pens, white board markers and erasers solely intended for teaching. I tried to lessen my “&lt;em&gt;katarayan or kasungitan&lt;/em&gt;” by giving jokes which I think never worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also on my journey, I have to pass requirements as an instructor to my Dean, such as Daily Time Record, Personal Data Form, ATM account, etc. But I never followed my deadlines. Why? I’m not really interested with the salary that teaching gives. In fact, if I sum up the amount that I will get after the 1st semester, it won’t tally with the expenses I incurred for teaching such as test paper printing, answer sheets (I always bring yellow paper for my students), expenses in accomplishing the requirements (3 copies of NSO birth certificate amounting to 900php, NBI clearance, etc..), new dresses, shoes and bags, and my treat to my students after a bloody exam (pizza and drinks), not to mention the tax that I will pay for the fiscal year due to the increase in my tax bracket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the experiences I had with accomplishing all the things I need to accomplish just to have my salary, I am nearly disillusioned about believing that teaching is a noble profession. All I can say is that I am not interested. You can give me teaching loads even without a salary. I am not interested to become a member of the faculty but I just want to teach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in high school, I was the training officer of CAT-WAS I. I was given a chance to teach COCC trainees. During my college days, I became active in student politics which gave me the chance to teach the future leaders of our country by giving them seminars and trainings. I was also a student teacher in BSU laboratory high school. After graduation, I was still active in seminars and trainings given to student leaders all over the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did all of this without salary. I did all of this because I love doing this. And that’s all that matters. If this is noble, I don’t care. I just want to teach. I love being a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519208594359693072-1516009940363765398?l=nysatolentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/feeds/1516009940363765398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3519208594359693072&amp;postID=1516009940363765398&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/1516009940363765398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/1516009940363765398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/2009/11/noblest-profession.html' title='Noblest Profession'/><author><name>Nysa Tolentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210905897682161824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Smkio61t_PI/AAAAAAAAANI/5YJAxlt44zM/S220/DSC00828.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519208594359693072.post-2154332671048698590</id><published>2009-09-02T16:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T16:12:35.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's My Papa's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;My little Angel hugged my arms while we were watching a telenovela last night and whispered, "Mommy, it's Papa's birthday tomorrow. I can't be there." Her face a little sad of the thought that she can't be at her papa's celebration. Don't worry my darling little Angel, we will call your papa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519208594359693072-2154332671048698590?l=nysatolentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/feeds/2154332671048698590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3519208594359693072&amp;postID=2154332671048698590&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/2154332671048698590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/2154332671048698590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-my-papas-birthday.html' title='It&apos;s My Papa&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Nysa Tolentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210905897682161824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Smkio61t_PI/AAAAAAAAANI/5YJAxlt44zM/S220/DSC00828.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519208594359693072.post-5464791970918544040</id><published>2009-07-03T14:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T15:07:57.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressed and Exhausted</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;At last, I already finished the transcript of the last Committee meeting I attended after two months. But now, my body’s aching, hands are numb with pins and needles in my fingers, my vision is blurry and still I have so many things to do. I have to send the minutes of our meeting to our secretary tomorrow so we can send it to members on Monday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times that I can still feel the earphones locked in my ears. My fingers are like shaking terribly and uncontrollable. Even in my dreams, transcribing is haunting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Wednesday, at the shuttle bus on my way to the office, I was sleeping (I still have one and a half hour to do that) when I had a dream. I was cramming to finish my transcript because I have to attend to my class after 10 minutes. After 10 minutes, I immediately went to my class and disappointingly, I can’t remember anything to say to my students. I was getting mad because I am telling my students so many things not related to our lesson for that day. After my class, I was so upset and I just wanted to quit teaching. When I was about to cry, I was saved from that pathetic situation by a little kid sitting beside me at the bus with his tantrums. Fortunately, I was just dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. I do not know if I'm just stressed with my work, or I'm just excited to see my students on Saturday. But now, I'm just so exhausted and stressed-out. I think I'm gonna be sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519208594359693072-5464791970918544040?l=nysatolentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/feeds/5464791970918544040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3519208594359693072&amp;postID=5464791970918544040&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/5464791970918544040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/5464791970918544040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/2009/07/stressed-and-exhausted.html' title='Stressed and Exhausted'/><author><name>Nysa Tolentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210905897682161824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Smkio61t_PI/AAAAAAAAANI/5YJAxlt44zM/S220/DSC00828.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519208594359693072.post-4456578111726366400</id><published>2009-06-29T13:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T15:12:40.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sa huli</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;"Sa bandang huli, mapapansin mo rin na ang pinakaimportanteng yugto ng libro ay mababasa sa huling pahina nito.&lt;br /&gt;Malalaman mo na ang buhay ay hindi paghihiganti at pagpapanggap kundi pagpapahalaga sa bawat bagay at taong iyong nakakasalamuha.&lt;br /&gt;Ang sikreto ng masayang buhay ay nasusukat sa kung paano matututunan patawarin ang mga taong nakapinsala sa'yo, habang ipinagsisigawan ang kagalakan tuwing makukuha mong maungusan ang tila walang katapusang hirap sa mundo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519208594359693072-4456578111726366400?l=nysatolentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/feeds/4456578111726366400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3519208594359693072&amp;postID=4456578111726366400&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/4456578111726366400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/4456578111726366400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/2009/06/sa-bandang-huli-mapapansin-mo-rin-na.html' title='sa huli'/><author><name>Nysa Tolentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210905897682161824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Smkio61t_PI/AAAAAAAAANI/5YJAxlt44zM/S220/DSC00828.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519208594359693072.post-7139058909468982488</id><published>2009-06-22T16:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T15:06:50.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Show it, Prove it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;"Ang diwa ng pag-ibig ay hindi naibabatay sa kung ano ang relasyon mo sa isang tao, kundi kung ano ang ginagawa mo upang mapatunayan ang nararamdaman mo.&lt;br /&gt;Ang tunay na pagmamahal ay ibinabahagi ng walang pag-aalinlangan maging sino, at kung saang lupalop ka pa nagmula.&lt;br /&gt;Hindi din ito dahil sa sex o anumang uri ng aksyon upang mapaligaya ang sarili at masabing masaya ka habang kasama siya.&lt;br /&gt;Mas lalong hindi ito binibigkas kahit pa sa pinakamalalim na terminolohiya, retorika at mabulaklak na pananalita.&lt;br /&gt;Sa halip, ito ay ipanapakita at pinapakatotohanan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519208594359693072-7139058909468982488?l=nysatolentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Smkio61t_PI/AAAAAAAAANI/5YJAxlt44zM/S220/DSC00828.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519208594359693072.post-2527863613848841450</id><published>2009-06-08T15:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T13:22:52.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Week of School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Angel started her schooling in Barasaoian Memorial Elementary School as a kinder student. She was not really excited because the week prior to her first week of school, she was not interested of writing or reading. We always scare her by telling her that we will send her back to Pangasinan if she will not study. But she will always answer, "My siblings are not studying in Pangasinan. Why do you want to send me back?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on her second day in school, she got her first star because she answered her teacher in English. Affirming her gender, she said, "I am a girl." She had a perfect score in her coloring book on the third day, giving her her second star. She had her third star on the fourth day when she connected the dots properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel's first week of school is fun not only for Angel but also for me. Despite of spending money for her tuition and uniform and school supplies, I enjoyed dressing her up, covering her books and notebooks, and testing my patience with her question-filled stories every afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519208594359693072-2527863613848841450?l=nysatolentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/feeds/2527863613848841450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3519208594359693072&amp;postID=2527863613848841450&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/2527863613848841450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/2527863613848841450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/2009/06/first-week-of-school.html' title='First Week of School'/><author><name>Nysa Tolentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210905897682161824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Smkio61t_PI/AAAAAAAAANI/5YJAxlt44zM/S220/DSC00828.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519208594359693072.post-6269924543238412249</id><published>2009-06-07T11:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T11:20:23.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1111</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;It feels good not being committed into a relationship..&lt;br /&gt;No crying moments..&lt;br /&gt;No mind-bugging quarrels..&lt;br /&gt;No partner to think about..&lt;br /&gt;But it feels better when you have someone taking care of you, thinking about you, honestly, sweetly, faithfully and securely loving you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss no one..&lt;br /&gt;I just miss the feeling of being taken cared by a special someone..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--it's been one thousand one hundred eleven days since I lost my last relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519208594359693072-6269924543238412249?l=nysatolentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Smkio61t_PI/AAAAAAAAANI/5YJAxlt44zM/S220/DSC00828.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519208594359693072.post-150723567800023131</id><published>2009-06-05T10:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T15:01:25.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ikaw ang Pinaka</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;"Sa dinami-dami ng tala sa kalangitan, ikaw ang pinakamakinang..&lt;br /&gt;Ikaw ang namumukod tangi..&lt;br /&gt;Ikaw ang bumubuo sa bawat constellation ng bituin..&lt;br /&gt;Ikaw ang pinakamaliit sa pagkakatanaw ko..&lt;br /&gt;Dahil ikaw ang pinakamalayo.. pinakamahirap.. pinakaimposibleng masungkit.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519208594359693072-150723567800023131?l=nysatolentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/feeds/150723567800023131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3519208594359693072&amp;postID=150723567800023131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/150723567800023131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/150723567800023131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/2009/06/ikaw-ang-pinaka.html' title='Ikaw ang Pinaka'/><author><name>Nysa Tolentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210905897682161824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Smkio61t_PI/AAAAAAAAANI/5YJAxlt44zM/S220/DSC00828.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519208594359693072.post-4909351322417770332</id><published>2009-06-04T17:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T14:57:47.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ikaw Lang</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;"Ikaw ang iniisip ko sa magdamag..&lt;br /&gt;Ikaw ang ngiti ng mata at labi ko..&lt;br /&gt;Ikaw ang unan ko sa pagtulog..&lt;br /&gt;Ikaw ang gutom ko sa almusal hanggang hapunan.&lt;br /&gt;Ikaw ang uhaw ko..&lt;br /&gt;Ikaw ang puyat ko sa gabi..&lt;br /&gt;Ikaw na lang ang kilala ko..&lt;br /&gt;Ikaw lang ang nakikita ko..&lt;br /&gt;Ikaw lang ang gusto ko.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519208594359693072-4909351322417770332?l=nysatolentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/feeds/4909351322417770332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3519208594359693072&amp;postID=4909351322417770332&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/4909351322417770332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/4909351322417770332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/2009/06/ikaw-lang.html' title='Ikaw Lang'/><author><name>Nysa Tolentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210905897682161824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Smkio61t_PI/AAAAAAAAANI/5YJAxlt44zM/S220/DSC00828.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519208594359693072.post-8253316606349182736</id><published>2009-06-02T06:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T14:54:30.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ikaw ang Lunas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;"Gusto ko ipagmalaki na ikaw ang gusto ko.&lt;br /&gt;Inangkin mo ang puso ko sa iksi ng panahon mula ng tayo ay pinagtagpo.&lt;br /&gt;Ninakawan mo ako ng katinuan.&lt;br /&gt;Binigyan mo ako ng sakit na ikaw lang din ang lunas."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519208594359693072-8253316606349182736?l=nysatolentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/feeds/8253316606349182736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3519208594359693072&amp;postID=8253316606349182736&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/8253316606349182736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/8253316606349182736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/2009/06/ikaw-ang-lunas.html' title='Ikaw ang Lunas'/><author><name>Nysa Tolentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210905897682161824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Smkio61t_PI/AAAAAAAAANI/5YJAxlt44zM/S220/DSC00828.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519208594359693072.post-7273675343220106885</id><published>2009-05-26T08:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T14:50:59.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pinili Kita</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;"Kung ako'y babagsak, gusto ko sa mundo mo.&lt;br /&gt;Masaya ako na pinili kong masaktan, pinili kong lumuha.&lt;br /&gt;Ito ay dahil pinili kita.&lt;br /&gt;Nagsisisi lang ako hindi dahil sa ano ang nararamdaman ko.&lt;br /&gt;Kundi dahil ngayon lang kita nakilala.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519208594359693072-7273675343220106885?l=nysatolentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/feeds/7273675343220106885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3519208594359693072&amp;postID=7273675343220106885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/7273675343220106885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/7273675343220106885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/2009/05/pinili-kita.html' title='Pinili Kita'/><author><name>Nysa Tolentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210905897682161824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Smkio61t_PI/AAAAAAAAANI/5YJAxlt44zM/S220/DSC00828.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519208594359693072.post-1021031198303033156</id><published>2009-05-23T06:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T14:48:25.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kulungan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;"Kung kasalanan nga ang mahalin ka, handa na akong magkasala.&lt;br /&gt;Maging bihag sa mga naisin mo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;mabilanggo ng habang buhay,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;at makipagbuno sa mga kakosa na naghahangad na mapako at magpakaugod-ugod sa kulungan mo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519208594359693072-1021031198303033156?l=nysatolentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/feeds/1021031198303033156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3519208594359693072&amp;postID=1021031198303033156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/1021031198303033156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/1021031198303033156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/2009/05/kulungan.html' title='kulungan'/><author><name>Nysa Tolentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210905897682161824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Smkio61t_PI/AAAAAAAAANI/5YJAxlt44zM/S220/DSC00828.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519208594359693072.post-4137160477731793391</id><published>2009-05-15T15:44:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T11:51:59.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Loving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Loving someone doesn't guarantee you of a happy ending. Yes, there are people who are blessed that they are loved as much as they love. They receive the joy that love is giving. They end up exchanging vows of forever. And there are some who are not lucky enough to be loved the way they love. They are those who never had a chance of receiving full happiness. They end up torn into pieces, never-ending sleepless nights, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there are special cases. It is when both people love each other, and circumstances prohibit them from being together. Yes, they are one with their feelings. They give strength to each other. They can surpass anything when they are together. But state of affairs will never allow them to end up happy. Love just isn’t enough to make them stay together. They can never share the promise of eternity. They can never grow old together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They just can love one another from afar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519208594359693072-4137160477731793391?l=nysatolentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/feeds/4137160477731793391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3519208594359693072&amp;postID=4137160477731793391&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/4137160477731793391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/4137160477731793391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/2009/05/on-loving.html' title='On Loving'/><author><name>Nysa Tolentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210905897682161824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Smkio61t_PI/AAAAAAAAANI/5YJAxlt44zM/S220/DSC00828.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519208594359693072.post-6281122464661842407</id><published>2009-04-07T14:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T07:50:44.239+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><title type='text'>3 Days Before My Second Debut: 6 Things That Make Me Happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Tagged by Ate Daye. Does she think I'm sad today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is called the "6 Things That Make Me Happy Tag." According to the rules, the things should be unimportant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the rules:* Mention the person who tagged you.* List 6 unimportant things that make you happy.* Tag 6 blogs, state the rules and notify them with a teeny comment on their blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my six things of happiness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm always waiting for a text from two of my very favorite texters. So you think they make me happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A gift on my birthday. (But this is important!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Angel and her hugs and kisses. (This one is important too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Massage. It makes me forget my problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Jollibee spaghetti and KFC Chicken Gravy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Tan line. I want to have that kind of line this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy tagging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519208594359693072-6281122464661842407?l=nysatolentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/feeds/6281122464661842407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3519208594359693072&amp;postID=6281122464661842407&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/6281122464661842407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/6281122464661842407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/2009/04/3-days-before-my-second-debut-6-things.html' title='3 Days Before My Second Debut: 6 Things That Make Me Happy'/><author><name>Nysa Tolentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210905897682161824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Smkio61t_PI/AAAAAAAAANI/5YJAxlt44zM/S220/DSC00828.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519208594359693072.post-702096159146426999</id><published>2009-03-20T15:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T07:47:46.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>21 Days Before My Second Debut: Tissue Paper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/ScNHI2gjZOI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/l6bIW8o08nY/s1600-h/Dup(1)Photo-0040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315170202623894754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/ScNHI2gjZOI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/l6bIW8o08nY/s400/Dup(1)Photo-0040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519208594359693072-702096159146426999?l=nysatolentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/feeds/702096159146426999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3519208594359693072&amp;postID=702096159146426999&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/702096159146426999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/702096159146426999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/2009/03/21-days-before-my-second-debut-tissue.html' title='21 Days Before My Second Debut: Tissue Paper'/><author><name>Nysa Tolentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210905897682161824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Smkio61t_PI/AAAAAAAAANI/5YJAxlt44zM/S220/DSC00828.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/ScNHI2gjZOI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/l6bIW8o08nY/s72-c/Dup(1)Photo-0040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519208594359693072.post-8657667598656651351</id><published>2009-02-26T11:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T12:04:15.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>44 Days Before My Second Debut: Congrats, ASAP!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;First birthday of Kuya Chris with our office. CLEBM meeting, busy preparing the kits.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, my mind is divided with office matters and the on-going election in BSU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the 7th time, ASAP again joined the Student Government Election. We dominated the Student Government for 7 times, but we headed the council for the first two years only. The next 5 times were very hard for the group to regain victory due to malicious issues being thrown to the group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But with gathered effort of the people, who love this group, ASAP regain victory over PDM. A landslide victory for ASAP, taking 52 seats out of 74 seats occupied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to Ernest, the standard bearer; Jen, ASAP Chair; Ton, Alumni representative; Lovely, the person behind getting-back-to-the-system of ASAP; Kuya Jan, KALIPI Secretary General for your untiring support to ASAP, all the candidates and watchers and supporters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to all the students who trusted ASAP. We will do our best to keep that trust and serve you better. Kayo ang Bida sa ASAP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations, ASAP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519208594359693072-8657667598656651351?l=nysatolentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/feeds/8657667598656651351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3519208594359693072&amp;postID=8657667598656651351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/8657667598656651351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/8657667598656651351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/2009/02/44-days-before-my-second-debut-congrats.html' title='44 Days Before My Second Debut: Congrats, ASAP!'/><author><name>Nysa Tolentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210905897682161824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Smkio61t_PI/AAAAAAAAANI/5YJAxlt44zM/S220/DSC00828.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519208594359693072.post-5591929388944872166</id><published>2009-02-25T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T11:16:56.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>45 Days Before My Second Debut: Leaving and Changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;It's Ate Daye's last day in our office. She finally decided to work in a private company where she can spread her virus of hardwork, brilliance and wit. We will miss her, especially our conspiracy in all things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KALIPI scheduled a mass movie watching of the much awaited movie of Sarah and John Lloyd, You Change My Life. It's a great movie though we love the first one, A Very Special Love. Many young people will surely relate to this movie. And of course, we love our 'friend' Sarah, and the super cute Lloydie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519208594359693072-5591929388944872166?l=nysatolentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/feeds/5591929388944872166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3519208594359693072&amp;postID=5591929388944872166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/5591929388944872166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/5591929388944872166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/2009/02/45-days-before-my-second-debut-leaving.html' title='45 Days Before My Second Debut: Leaving and Changes'/><author><name>Nysa Tolentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210905897682161824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Smkio61t_PI/AAAAAAAAANI/5YJAxlt44zM/S220/DSC00828.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519208594359693072.post-4939847357176462421</id><published>2009-02-22T13:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T15:58:14.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>48 Days Before My Second Debut: Mixed Emotions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mad at Angel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, every child is curious of everything around them. But we already told Angel not to even touch our celphone because she might drop it. But this morning, Angel used my celphone and pressed its keys. When she returned it to me, all my messages were erased. I shouted at her on top of my lungs. She cried and stayed at the corner of our sofa. Poor Angel. Bad Mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Disappointed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I was waiting for ‘him’, because I know, ‘he’ will be the only reason for me to smile that day. Sadly, ‘he’ did not appear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Funny Pets&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who are really close to our family, they knew that we are fond of taking care of animal pets. We have three dogs (Lei, Daniella and Haohao), three cats (Sandy, Maningning and Mayumi) and two pairs of love birds. I was alone in the living room that afternoon. Haohao was sleeping near the door, and usually, Lei and Daniella should be far from Haohao so they were sleeping near the kitchen area. I was going to sleep when Lei and Daniella suddenly woke up and barked to Haohao’s direction, as if someone is outside our house. Haohao woke up and looked at the two, then to the place that the two were barking at. The door was nearly shut so Haohao was just looking to a 1-foot opening. After a few seconds, Haohao looked at Lei and Daniella and as if asking them, "Who are you barking at? Can't you see, there is a dog sleeping here?!" I laughed hard at them and Lei and Daniella stopped barking then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519208594359693072-4939847357176462421?l=nysatolentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/feeds/4939847357176462421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3519208594359693072&amp;postID=4939847357176462421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/4939847357176462421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/4939847357176462421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/2009/02/48-days-before-my-second-debut-mixed.html' title='48 Days Before My Second Debut: Mixed Emotions'/><author><name>Nysa Tolentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210905897682161824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Smkio61t_PI/AAAAAAAAANI/5YJAxlt44zM/S220/DSC00828.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519208594359693072.post-5333870384847204133</id><published>2009-02-21T14:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T14:34:51.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>49 Days Before My Second Debut: City Life in Malolos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I had a long sleep after a sad night. I had 12 hours of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASAP core group planned to have a gimmick. Lovely and I went to salon to pamper ourselves. I had foot spa and she made her nail art done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went straight to Frequency located at the Cabanas. Cabanas is a new place in Malolos which is like Metrowalk in Ortigas. Anyway, we were invited by Lovely's &lt;em&gt;kumare&lt;/em&gt;, who happens to be a partner of Frequency. We party all night, had a drink, and chatted with some new friends. We didn't enjoy much since it is a place for rich people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Jesie and I reconciled. Finally, I gave my forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519208594359693072-5333870384847204133?l=nysatolentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/feeds/5333870384847204133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3519208594359693072&amp;postID=5333870384847204133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/5333870384847204133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/5333870384847204133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/2009/02/49-days-before-my-second-debut-city.html' title='49 Days Before My Second Debut: City Life in Malolos'/><author><name>Nysa Tolentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210905897682161824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Smkio61t_PI/AAAAAAAAANI/5YJAxlt44zM/S220/DSC00828.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519208594359693072.post-5008567029694809794</id><published>2009-02-20T14:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T14:20:05.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>50 Days Before My Second Debut: Nobody</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I got news from Nanay that Haohao striked again. Her victim was my mom. So right after I arrived home, I accompanied my mom to the hospital to get her anti-rabies shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, while watching Dream Girls, I was crying really hard. I don't know why. Is Dream Girls a sad movie? Certain sadness conquered me that I have to text a composed message to my dear friends of what I am feeling that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, nobody heed my call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519208594359693072-5008567029694809794?l=nysatolentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/feeds/5008567029694809794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3519208594359693072&amp;postID=5008567029694809794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/5008567029694809794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/5008567029694809794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/2009/02/50-days-before-my-second-debut-none.html' title='50 Days Before My Second Debut: Nobody'/><author><name>Nysa Tolentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210905897682161824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Smkio61t_PI/AAAAAAAAANI/5YJAxlt44zM/S220/DSC00828.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519208594359693072.post-3489198074244308354</id><published>2009-02-17T13:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T14:08:01.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>53 Days Before My Second Debut: Not so good event</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;While chatting with people in the pantry, the staff head talked to me. She said, I was not considered in the promotion since there is only one slot available. She asked me if it's ok with me. If you're in my position, what would you say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was rude to my boss. Sorry po.. I answered, "If it's not ok with me, can you do something about it?" Rude. Very rude. I realized my rudeness after that conversation. I wanted to curse my self. I shouldn't have done that. She is really good to me, and she just wanted to explain to me the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's not ok with me, since, all along, I know, I was never appreciated. Especially because I know it was not her decision but my other boss who doesn't like me. Keber! But it's fine with me because my jolly sexy friend got the position. I am happy for her. She deserves it, more than I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519208594359693072-3489198074244308354?l=nysatolentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/feeds/3489198074244308354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3519208594359693072&amp;postID=3489198074244308354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/3489198074244308354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/3489198074244308354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/2009/02/not-so-good-event.html' title='53 Days Before My Second Debut: Not so good event'/><author><name>Nysa Tolentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210905897682161824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Smkio61t_PI/AAAAAAAAANI/5YJAxlt44zM/S220/DSC00828.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519208594359693072.post-1645438022203024355</id><published>2009-02-14T11:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T14:07:03.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>56 Days Before My Second Debut: What's With This Day?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Nothing really important. But people are so busy. They are buying flowers. Dressed in red. Singing in the bathroom. Freaking out when cell phones beep. Smiling while reading the received message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh! Guilty, your honor! But contrary to most of the people who do these things today, I'm not going out on a date to celebrate the heart's day. Good luck everyone! Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519208594359693072-1645438022203024355?l=nysatolentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/feeds/1645438022203024355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3519208594359693072&amp;postID=1645438022203024355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/1645438022203024355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/1645438022203024355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/2009/02/58-days-before-my-second-debut-whats.html' title='56 Days Before My Second Debut: What&apos;s With This Day?'/><author><name>Nysa Tolentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210905897682161824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Smkio61t_PI/AAAAAAAAANI/5YJAxlt44zM/S220/DSC00828.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519208594359693072.post-7621386768995169261</id><published>2009-02-13T10:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T11:34:02.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>57 Days Before My Second Debut: Pre-Valentine Celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Our very generous lawyer, Atty. Abancio gave us his valentine gift, a 2-pc. Chicken McDo meal. I brought Angel to the office as usual, when we have 'fiesta' at the office. Fortunately, like her mommy, we are still Jollibee Kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel, who is seated in my swivel chair, was playing Insaniquarium in my computer. I told her to behave because my boss was at her back, talking to Ate Daye. But to my surprise, Angel said, "Good morning, boss."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519208594359693072-7621386768995169261?l=nysatolentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/feeds/7621386768995169261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3519208594359693072&amp;postID=7621386768995169261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/7621386768995169261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/7621386768995169261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/2009/02/57-days-before-my-second-debut-pre.html' title='57 Days Before My Second Debut: Pre-Valentine Celebration'/><author><name>Nysa Tolentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210905897682161824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Smkio61t_PI/AAAAAAAAANI/5YJAxlt44zM/S220/DSC00828.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519208594359693072.post-3776176434112790207</id><published>2009-02-12T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T15:27:02.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>58 Days Before My Second Debut: Sad News</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I visited Tito Emmil at the hospital where he is staying for more than a week now. He was diagnosed with Acute Hemorrhagic Pancreatitis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tito Emmil is Ate Daye's uncle. I had pretty good times with Tito Emmil who is very jolly and energetic. He always teases me with that boyfriend issue. He is caring and thoughtful. He always entertains us with his jokes. He also loves taking pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the Tito Emmil I saw in the hospital is totally different. He was lying in the hospital bed with the tubes all over his body providing air, food, etc. to keep him alive. He was breathing so hard, as if he was running for air. Tita Sonia was talking to him. And he was crying. He was unconscious but I think he heard all the things Tita Sonia told him. And before I even speak to him, I was also crying. With just the sight of him in that condition breaks my heart. I can feel the pain. Hayy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519208594359693072-3776176434112790207?l=nysatolentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/feeds/3776176434112790207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3519208594359693072&amp;postID=3776176434112790207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/3776176434112790207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/3776176434112790207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/2009/02/60-days-before-my-second-debut-sad-news.html' title='58 Days Before My Second Debut: Sad News'/><author><name>Nysa Tolentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210905897682161824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Smkio61t_PI/AAAAAAAAANI/5YJAxlt44zM/S220/DSC00828.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519208594359693072.post-4683076014787509947</id><published>2009-02-11T15:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T16:05:36.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>59 Days Before My Second Debut: Random Events</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Tito Emmil's heart beat stopped. Ate Daye told me the news. Fortunately, after almost 15 minutes, he was revived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Kuya Eric's, Ate Sheryl's and Yams' birthday. Good health and happiness to you! May God bless you always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time that my little Angel did not ask for "dala".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519208594359693072-4683076014787509947?l=nysatolentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/feeds/4683076014787509947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3519208594359693072&amp;postID=4683076014787509947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/4683076014787509947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/4683076014787509947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/2009/02/59-days-before-my-second-debut-random.html' title='59 Days Before My Second Debut: Random Events'/><author><name>Nysa Tolentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210905897682161824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Smkio61t_PI/AAAAAAAAANI/5YJAxlt44zM/S220/DSC00828.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519208594359693072.post-206451684675076384</id><published>2009-02-10T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T15:35:59.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>60 Days Before My Second Debut: Favorites</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I had lunch with Ate Judith, a former officemate. We went to Teriyaki Boy and I ordered my favorite California Maki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also that night, I get to watched two (2) of my favorite artists, Aga Muhlach and Lea Salonga in their movie "Sana Maulit Muli". I didn't even notice that it was already midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519208594359693072-206451684675076384?l=nysatolentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/feeds/206451684675076384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3519208594359693072&amp;postID=206451684675076384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/206451684675076384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/206451684675076384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/2009/02/60-days-before-my-second-debut.html' title='60 Days Before My Second Debut: Favorites'/><author><name>Nysa Tolentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210905897682161824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Smkio61t_PI/AAAAAAAAANI/5YJAxlt44zM/S220/DSC00828.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519208594359693072.post-1470543116091782363</id><published>2009-02-09T18:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T18:08:34.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>61 Days Before My Second Debut: Touched by A Hotdog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was touch when I wake up this morning because my Nanay cook 2 hotdogs for my breakfast. Yummy! She also made &lt;em&gt;baon &lt;/em&gt;for my cousin who is working in a supermarket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519208594359693072-1470543116091782363?l=nysatolentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/feeds/1470543116091782363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3519208594359693072&amp;postID=1470543116091782363&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/1470543116091782363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/1470543116091782363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/2009/02/61-days-before-my-second-debut-touched.html' title='61 Days Before My Second Debut: Touched by A Hotdog'/><author><name>Nysa Tolentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210905897682161824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Smkio61t_PI/AAAAAAAAANI/5YJAxlt44zM/S220/DSC00828.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519208594359693072.post-7538111516353141568</id><published>2009-02-08T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T18:01:33.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>62 Days Before My Second Debut: Wet Pillows</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Today is not so good. I was supposed to be blessed because it’s a Sunday. But today is different. After lunch, I just felt a heavy heart, never noticed that tears are already falling. I tried to sleep to forget the loneliness in me, but after a while, I just have to force my self to wake up because my pillow is soaking wet (exaj). Worse, I did not go to church because I thought it will only make me cry more. Hayy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519208594359693072-7538111516353141568?l=nysatolentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/feeds/7538111516353141568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3519208594359693072&amp;postID=7538111516353141568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/7538111516353141568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/7538111516353141568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/2009/02/62-days-before-my-second-debut-wet.html' title='62 Days Before My Second Debut: Wet Pillows'/><author><name>Nysa Tolentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210905897682161824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Smkio61t_PI/AAAAAAAAANI/5YJAxlt44zM/S220/DSC00828.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519208594359693072.post-7707868795174856043</id><published>2009-02-07T17:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T17:43:22.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>63 Days Before My Second Debut: Birthday Gimmicks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Nothing important happened. I just attended my friend Jeff's and AK's birthday celebration. I was searching for my ever reliable friends but they are nowhere to be found. I guess they are busy with their personal matters. (And it's true.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519208594359693072-7707868795174856043?l=nysatolentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/feeds/7707868795174856043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3519208594359693072&amp;postID=7707868795174856043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/7707868795174856043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/7707868795174856043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/2009/02/63-days-before-my-second-debut-birthday.html' title='63 Days Before My Second Debut: Birthday Gimmicks'/><author><name>Nysa Tolentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210905897682161824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Smkio61t_PI/AAAAAAAAANI/5YJAxlt44zM/S220/DSC00828.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519208594359693072.post-5181207094620707554</id><published>2009-02-06T11:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T17:26:34.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>64 Days Before My Second Debut: ASAP Anniversary Celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Yesterday, Ernest handed me an invitation to the celebration of ASAP 6th Anniversary. I was part of the program. I will be delivering an ASAP testimonial. But since i wasn't informed ahead of time, I cannot be absent from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I didn't make it to the celebration, my brother, Kuya Jan attended the program.I ate dinner with Lovely and Third. Then they went to the ME night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, some ASAP members visited me late that night and told me that the celebration wasn't that successful as what other people told me. Well, there is a problem inside the organization that sometimes, their projects are affected by the clashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just hope that problems will be resolved so that the six years existence of the group won't be wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519208594359693072-5181207094620707554?l=nysatolentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/feeds/5181207094620707554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3519208594359693072&amp;postID=5181207094620707554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/5181207094620707554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/5181207094620707554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/2009/02/64-days-before-my-second-debut-asap.html' title='64 Days Before My Second Debut: ASAP Anniversary Celebration'/><author><name>Nysa Tolentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210905897682161824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Smkio61t_PI/AAAAAAAAANI/5YJAxlt44zM/S220/DSC00828.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519208594359693072.post-3181193803388233834</id><published>2009-02-05T09:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T10:58:50.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>65 Days Before My Second Debut: Another Admirer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Another guy expressed his interest of courting me in the person of a younger brother of a very close friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, it didn’t came as a surprise since my friend (let’s call her M) already told me that his brother (let’s call him T) has a crush on me way back college days. Now that T will be graduating from college (he’s few years younger), he has the courage to tell me his feelings. But he’s not going to court me yet. He said that courtship is very expensive. He should be financially capable and emotionally stable first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh.. (Wala akong maisip para matapos ito…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519208594359693072-3181193803388233834?l=nysatolentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/feeds/3181193803388233834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3519208594359693072&amp;postID=3181193803388233834&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/3181193803388233834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/3181193803388233834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/2009/02/65-days-before-my-second-debut-another.html' title='65 Days Before My Second Debut: Another Admirer'/><author><name>Nysa Tolentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210905897682161824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Smkio61t_PI/AAAAAAAAANI/5YJAxlt44zM/S220/DSC00828.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519208594359693072.post-6482820283444288398</id><published>2009-02-04T08:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T09:27:14.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>66 Days Before My Second Debut: Dating Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;There is this chain txt message I received that says: “Who do you think should be my Valentines date? Pass to your friends and see who has the most votes.” Well, as an unlitxt subscriber, I just did what the message told me to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the day ended, I got many answers, mostly fun answers.&lt;br /&gt;--My officemate, Atty. Macy told me I look like Gabriella Montez of High School Musical so she thought; Troy Bolton would be the best date. Funny!&lt;br /&gt;--A txtmate thought of Obama, Dingdong and Willie as my Valentines date. I said, Obama is too formal, Dingdong is Kapuso, I am Kapamilya, and Willie is in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;--My fanmate, girlfriend Bevy said she wants me to be happy so she would choose John Lloyd Cruz. Haha! I will be very happy if he’s my Valentino. That’s for sure.&lt;br /&gt;--My brother Jan suggested Jericho Rosales so Ate Daye would get jealous. (Funny, Ate Daye and I had an earlier agreement. Lloydie is mine and Echo is hers.)&lt;br /&gt;--A friend from far north (Jex) recommended one of their Provincial Board Member. Cute but not my type. (Naks!)&lt;br /&gt;--Melody, a member of KALIPI-BSU proposed Sen. Chiz Escudero because she thinks that we can get along because we are both politically-inclined individuals. Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;--Mandy, new friend suggested Jim Carrey because he wanted Ate Nysa to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Other people offered themselves as my Valentines date: Aldrin, Richard, Nick, Marvin (also voted by his friend Poi), Philippe and Jelmer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Emmanuel, Allen, Fermil and Ate Elsa suggested their friends would be a great date for the Heart’s Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--My ever reliable friend, James said Edmund would make me happy. (Ows! Jealous!)&lt;br /&gt;--My Tita Bhing told me that my best friend would be the best date. (My Tita knows best.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--And the winner, Piolo Pascual. Hehe! Three of my friends voted for him. But it was a tie with my friend Amiel. Well, my anak-anakan in BSU and a college classmate chose him because we are close and we are both advisers of the two active organizations in BSU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun knowing my prospects. But unfortunately, I do not date on Heart’s Day unless you are my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519208594359693072-6482820283444288398?l=nysatolentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/feeds/6482820283444288398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3519208594359693072&amp;postID=6482820283444288398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/6482820283444288398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/6482820283444288398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/2009/02/66-days-before-my-second-debut-dating.html' title='66 Days Before My Second Debut: Dating Game'/><author><name>Nysa Tolentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210905897682161824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Smkio61t_PI/AAAAAAAAANI/5YJAxlt44zM/S220/DSC00828.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519208594359693072.post-1840701988379724709</id><published>2009-02-03T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T08:38:15.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>67 Days Before My Second Debut: Love Hearts and Hurts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Good news!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin Mark and Grace are officially on. My cousin texted me the good news that Grace finally gave her big and sweet “O-O”. Congrats cuz..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad news!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love team of Sally and Louie now parted ways. Event like this is really heartbreaking. Sally told me the news very late that evening. She couldn’t sleep and she’s crying. It’s really hard experiencing heartbreak. Very hard to sleep, eat, think clearly, laugh. Sometimes, you will be surprise that tears are falling even if you are watching a comedy program. The only thing that you can count on is your pillow that sometimes, you have to put under the sun to dry. I know. I’ve been there. I’ve done that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519208594359693072-1840701988379724709?l=nysatolentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/feeds/1840701988379724709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3519208594359693072&amp;postID=1840701988379724709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/1840701988379724709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/1840701988379724709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/2009/02/67-days-before-my-second-debut-love.html' title='67 Days Before My Second Debut: Love Hearts and Hurts'/><author><name>Nysa Tolentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210905897682161824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Smkio61t_PI/AAAAAAAAANI/5YJAxlt44zM/S220/DSC00828.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519208594359693072.post-3159633501692711014</id><published>2009-02-02T15:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T16:13:30.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>68 Days Before My Second Debut: Panic and Appreciation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I have a seatmate in our service bus that experienced 'panic attack' this afternoon. She usually experiences this every time she will see the doctor or she receives bad news and she will relate herself with that news until she panics. Weird right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we do is we tell her happy stories until she calms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s ASAP 6th year anniversary! There are so many trials and problems met but this student party remains to be true to the students of BSU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers for another year of service to the students of BSU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some ASAP and KALIPI members visited at our house. Mark Maclang invited me for a dinner. I was teary-eyed when he said, “Sagot ko na po, Ate Nysa. Lagi na lang ikaw eh. Para maramdaman mo naman ang mailibre naming mga anak mo.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I know, some of them appreciate my efforts and love for ASAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519208594359693072-3159633501692711014?l=nysatolentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/feeds/3159633501692711014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3519208594359693072&amp;postID=3159633501692711014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/3159633501692711014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/3159633501692711014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/2009/02/68-days-before-my-second-debut-panic.html' title='68 Days Before My Second Debut: Panic and Appreciation'/><author><name>Nysa Tolentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210905897682161824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Smkio61t_PI/AAAAAAAAANI/5YJAxlt44zM/S220/DSC00828.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519208594359693072.post-2320442113116394329</id><published>2009-02-01T13:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T14:10:19.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>69 Days Before My Second Debut: Bonding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bonding session with two of my dear friends, Lovely and Daisy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely and I watched Underworld: Rise of the Lycans. We also enjoyed KFC's snack box, Pasta Bowl and Jollibee's cheesy fries. In short, food trip. Underworld is good. I get to watch the first two related movies and this is supposed to be the first. So it's like a flash back of what really happened. While enjoying the movie, Lovely and I argued on some issues regarding ASAP, although it always happen, it's a good thing because we get to express our ideas on how to make ASAP better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We parted early because I had to attend the mass at 7p.m. and she has a meeting with some of the poll watchers for the student elections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After mass, I met up with Daisy and had dinner at Ompong’s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519208594359693072-2320442113116394329?l=nysatolentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/feeds/2320442113116394329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3519208594359693072&amp;postID=2320442113116394329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/2320442113116394329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/2320442113116394329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/2009/02/69-days-before-my-second-debut-bonding.html' title='69 Days Before My Second Debut: Bonding'/><author><name>Nysa Tolentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210905897682161824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Smkio61t_PI/AAAAAAAAANI/5YJAxlt44zM/S220/DSC00828.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519208594359693072.post-170087157451422161</id><published>2009-01-31T13:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T08:44:09.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Person of the Month: January</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This thing was inspired by Bianca Gonzales' Person of the Year and Ate Daye gave me the idea to do the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is hard for me to choose my Person of the Month because this is the first person to have special slot in my blog. So this person should be as special as the author. Hehe! So my choice for the Person for the Month of January is none other than my little Angel. Angel is with us since December of 2007. She added smile and joy to our family, especially to me as her mommy. Last January 11, she was christened and we were all happy for her. She enjoyed her day eating her favorite spaghetti and opening gifts from her godparents. She's my darling little Angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/ScH8nXaTl5I/AAAAAAAAALo/wlcRcUTb8gU/s1600-h/DSC01415.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314806788503345042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/ScH8nXaTl5I/AAAAAAAAALo/wlcRcUTb8gU/s200/DSC01415.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Here are my other reasons for choosing her.&lt;br /&gt;-100 steps before I reach home, she will shout with excitement "Moommmyyy!" then will run to me and she will hug me so tight, kiss my hands and my lips afterwards, she will ask for pasalubong.&lt;br /&gt;-Upon reaching home, she will look for my slippers and give it to me, and then will put my shoes in the rack.&lt;br /&gt;-She is also sweet with our pets. She is not afraid to be gnawed. She will still caress them and kiss them.&lt;br /&gt;-She sometimes acts and speaks like a mature person and it’s funny. Ex: (She will say, “Kuya Dong, wag na tayo away para lagi tayo masaya.” Sometimes she will be posing akimbo when a person she is talking to is not paying attention.)&lt;br /&gt;-She will always tell me not to wrinkle my forehead. She will say, “Mommy, smile ka para walang guhit.”&lt;br /&gt;-She embraces like she will never let you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/ScH9Cg9gwNI/AAAAAAAAALw/dOgvBVI07j4/s1600-h/IMG0064A.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314807254923395282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/ScH9Cg9gwNI/AAAAAAAAALw/dOgvBVI07j4/s200/IMG0064A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-She kisses with sounds.&lt;br /&gt;-She is very inquisitive. She will ask questions over and over again. When you get irritated, she will laugh at you.&lt;br /&gt;-She doesn’t want your face covered with hair.&lt;br /&gt;-She’s obedient. She always follows everything my mom and I say but not other people.&lt;br /&gt;-She will tell you what happened to your favorite telenovela when you missed it.&lt;br /&gt;-She entertains my visitors when nobody is around.&lt;br /&gt;-She wants to be taken a picture and poses like a model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/ScH-JPMQXwI/AAAAAAAAAMA/k45g55jGP04/s1600-h/Image002.angel.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314808469924110082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/ScH-JPMQXwI/AAAAAAAAAMA/k45g55jGP04/s200/Image002.angel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-She will greet you ‘Good morning’ right after she opens her eyes after a sleep.&lt;br /&gt;-She never forgets to say I love you Mommy every time I hug her and before she sleeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/ScH9fZIX3-I/AAAAAAAAAL4/tpwCU89sNyQ/s1600-h/IMG0127A.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314807751037673442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/ScH9fZIX3-I/AAAAAAAAAL4/tpwCU89sNyQ/s200/IMG0127A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many things to tell about my little Angel but blogosphere is not enough to express how much I love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519208594359693072-170087157451422161?l=nysatolentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/feeds/170087157451422161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3519208594359693072&amp;postID=170087157451422161&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/170087157451422161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/170087157451422161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/2009/01/person-of-month-january.html' title='Person of the Month: January'/><author><name>Nysa Tolentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210905897682161824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Smkio61t_PI/AAAAAAAAANI/5YJAxlt44zM/S220/DSC00828.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/ScH8nXaTl5I/AAAAAAAAALo/wlcRcUTb8gU/s72-c/DSC01415.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519208594359693072.post-8402475684136174991</id><published>2009-01-31T13:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T15:26:19.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>70 Days Before My Second Debut: Movie Bonding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I went to a movie house with my little Angel. It was her first time in a movie house, and in Walter Mart-Plaridel. Immediately upon arriving, she saw Jollibee and said, “Mommy, Jollibee told me to buy spaghetti, ice cream and burger.” I laugh at her and said, “Really? Jollibee said that?” Anyway, I still bought her burger and ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched Beverly Hills Chihuahua. It was a feel good movie because it’s about dogs, and I love dogs. Angel loves it too but I think, she was afraid of the place because she was holding my arms throughout the movie. Especially when Harry Potter preview was shown, she covered her face by hugging my arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed our first movie bonding together. Angel fell asleep on our way home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519208594359693072-8402475684136174991?l=nysatolentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/feeds/8402475684136174991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3519208594359693072&amp;postID=8402475684136174991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/8402475684136174991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/8402475684136174991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/2009/03/70-days-before-my-second-debut.html' title='70 Days Before My Second Debut: Movie Bonding'/><author><name>Nysa Tolentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210905897682161824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Smkio61t_PI/AAAAAAAAANI/5YJAxlt44zM/S220/DSC00828.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519208594359693072.post-4213880497970415417</id><published>2009-01-30T14:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T13:13:45.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>71 Days Before My Second Debut: Premarital Sex</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I was shocked when my mother told me that two of my cousins are getting married, only because their respective girlfriends are pregnant. It upset me because my cousins are not yet prepared for married life and fatherhood, emotionally, physically, psychologically, spiritually, and of course financially. They don’t have stable job. They didn’t even finish their studies. They are very young. It breaks my heart that my cousins will be embracing a life that I know they can handle but they will have to encounter so many difficulties because they are not prepared. And it happened just because of premarital sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is premarital sex? The Bible refers to premarital sex as fornication, a very uncommon word which means sexual intercourse involving two people who are not married to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it moral? But who will decide if it’s moral? For me, it depends on the norms of the people. But if you will look into the Bible, premarital sex is just as much of a sin as all other forms of sexual immorality. God made sex not just for the enjoyment of the married couple to get the pleasure of sexual relations but also for re-creation of new generations. Only if people are guided about this thing called sex, there will be no unwanted pregnancy, sexually transmitted diseases, unwed mothers and abortion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nose bleed. I’m in deep thought. I have to stop this. Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519208594359693072-4213880497970415417?l=nysatolentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/feeds/4213880497970415417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3519208594359693072&amp;postID=4213880497970415417&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/4213880497970415417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/4213880497970415417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/2009/01/71-days-before-my-second-debut.html' title='71 Days Before My Second Debut: Premarital Sex'/><author><name>Nysa Tolentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210905897682161824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Smkio61t_PI/AAAAAAAAANI/5YJAxlt44zM/S220/DSC00828.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519208594359693072.post-2252521641386311030</id><published>2009-01-29T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T14:58:02.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>72 Days Before My Second Debut: Deal or No Deal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Yesterday, I received a txt message from the staff of Kapamilya TV Show Deal Or No Deal. I was given a chance from the list of texters through the ABS-CBN Interactive to play for Deal Or No Deal. I was very happy and excited and nervous. I told the news to my family and friends. They, too, were excited. They even asked to join me as my guests when I play. Some suggested a number to choose. Some also asked for ‘balato’ or share. But then, I have to pass the selection process first before I can play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I did not come to office. I left the house early to avoid the morning rush and not to be late for the screening. But there’s no traffic at all, thanks to NLEX. I was very early. But to my surprise, 100 people were earlier to come and were already in line. So I queue with them and get to meet few people, Kuya Robert and Peach. Kuya Robert is from Parañaque and Peach is from Cavite. I saw different people: those who dressed up not only for Deal or No Deal screening but also for the chance to be discovered to become an artist; those who didn’t bother to be presentable to make people sympathize with them; those you would really think came from afar because they look exhausted; and those hopefuls to be given a chance to play Deal or No Deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were given the exams at the studio where they tape Deal or No Deal. It’s smaller than what we think, because it looks bigger in television. We were entertained by a staff (He’s also the one who texted us. I forgot the name). Dr. Randy Dellosa administered the examination. It was a psychological exam in dictation. Well, I did not pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to go to the office after that because I still have time to catch ‘half day’ but headache suddenly attacked so I immediately went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great experience. It made me dream of the things I want to achieve using money. Hehe! And I know, for sure, 179 people with me on the first batch of screening were also wishing for a chance to play this game of luck. You can’t blame us. With the economic crisis affecting every single person around the world, who doesn’t want to have money in an instant? If luck permits, who wouldn’t grab that kind of opportunity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I say, Deal to luck (I would like to add prayers and faith) and No Deal to financial crisis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519208594359693072-2252521641386311030?l=nysatolentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/feeds/2252521641386311030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3519208594359693072&amp;postID=2252521641386311030&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/2252521641386311030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/2252521641386311030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/2009/01/72-days-before-my-second-debut-deal-or.html' title='72 Days Before My Second Debut: Deal or No Deal'/><author><name>Nysa Tolentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210905897682161824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Smkio61t_PI/AAAAAAAAANI/5YJAxlt44zM/S220/DSC00828.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519208594359693072.post-5450628092653189457</id><published>2009-01-28T09:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T10:10:28.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>73 Days Before My Second Debut: Absence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;It's the big day for my cousin Virgie. She will work in Hong Kong starting tomorrow. My mother and cousin accompanied her to the airport. This is her first time to go out of the country. She will be assisted by my aunts in Hong Kong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn’t able to go to the office. Effects of dysmenorrhea attacked my head (hangover and migraine).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised because people from ASAP txted me and uttered their concern about my condition. For me, it was too much, OA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519208594359693072-5450628092653189457?l=nysatolentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/feeds/5450628092653189457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3519208594359693072&amp;postID=5450628092653189457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/5450628092653189457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/5450628092653189457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/2009/01/73-days-before-my-second-debut-absence.html' title='73 Days Before My Second Debut: Absence'/><author><name>Nysa Tolentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210905897682161824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Smkio61t_PI/AAAAAAAAANI/5YJAxlt44zM/S220/DSC00828.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519208594359693072.post-1360801371920558306</id><published>2009-01-27T15:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T16:03:35.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>74 Days Before My Second Debut: Monthly Sickness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Dilemma. Today is the first day of my monthly period. I am having dysmenorrhea (syndrome of painful menstruation characterized by severe uterus pain). Although I survived my whole day at the office, my way going home was terrible. I was sitting beside Ate Dolly, and I was crying. I don’t take med as long as I can take the pain. But when Ate Dolly saw me crying, she asked for med from her niece. She let me sleep until we arrived in Malolos. Motherly touch therapy can really lessen the pain. Thanks Ate Dolly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching primetime tv program in Kapamilya channel (of course) when my little Angel caressed my tummy. She said, “Mommy, can you have a boyfriend now?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked by her question. Then I laugh at her and asked, “And why should I have a boyfriend?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel answered, “So you can have a baby.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked her again, “Why do you want me to have a baby?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel smiled, “Because I want to have a sibling.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519208594359693072-1360801371920558306?l=nysatolentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/feeds/1360801371920558306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3519208594359693072&amp;postID=1360801371920558306&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/1360801371920558306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/1360801371920558306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/2009/01/74-days-before-my-second-debut-monthly.html' title='74 Days Before My Second Debut: Monthly Sickness'/><author><name>Nysa Tolentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210905897682161824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Smkio61t_PI/AAAAAAAAANI/5YJAxlt44zM/S220/DSC00828.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519208594359693072.post-5224775456990774205</id><published>2009-01-26T12:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T15:13:42.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>75 Days Before My Second Debut: Badtrip on Chinese New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Kung Hei Fat Choi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s Chinese New Year and everyone is craving for mooncake and tikoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody is also waiting for the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eclipse.org.uk/eclipse/0132009/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Annular Eclipse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt; to take place in the afternoon. Annular eclipse occurs when the sun and moon are exactly in line, but the apparent size of the moon is smaller than that of the sun. Hence, the Sun appears as a very bright ring, or annulus, surrounding the outline of the moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/SbYOASIeleI/AAAAAAAAALg/BydZJIL76Qk/s1600-h/ats_0132009.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311448208560264674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/SbYOASIeleI/AAAAAAAAALg/BydZJIL76Qk/s200/ats_0132009.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know if this phenomenon has to do with what happened to me that night. I was having a good time chatting with some friends. But when somebody important to my life arrived, I was irritated. I know, I don’t have the right to complain, but I just don’t like some of his ways. It annoys me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519208594359693072-5224775456990774205?l=nysatolentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/feeds/5224775456990774205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3519208594359693072&amp;postID=5224775456990774205&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/5224775456990774205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/5224775456990774205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/2009/01/75-days-before-my-second-debut-badtrip.html' title='75 Days Before My Second Debut: Badtrip on Chinese New Year'/><author><name>Nysa Tolentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210905897682161824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Smkio61t_PI/AAAAAAAAANI/5YJAxlt44zM/S220/DSC00828.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/SbYOASIeleI/AAAAAAAAALg/BydZJIL76Qk/s72-c/ats_0132009.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519208594359693072.post-878823538562252983</id><published>2009-01-25T11:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T12:58:06.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>76 Days Before My Second Debut: Sheika's Christening</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;My college friend, Jemai, welcomed her daughter Sheika into the Christian world. I was with Amiel, one of the godfathers. It's good to see babies set to embraced Christianity because I'm slowly appreciating my belief, and I know, those babies are going to the right path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also gaze at, together with my cousin Virgie, the Sto. Niño parade. I think, over a hundred Niños took part in the parade. I spotted familiar people. I saw Mommy Llane, with her whole family, and Niño in stroller. I was with them last year, when Drew was still 6months old. But now, he's year and a half, and I can't carry him anymore. He's heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good to be close to God while getting matured (this one’s better than getting old).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519208594359693072-878823538562252983?l=nysatolentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/feeds/878823538562252983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3519208594359693072&amp;postID=878823538562252983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/878823538562252983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/878823538562252983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/2009/01/76-days-before-my-second-debut-sheikas.html' title='76 Days Before My Second Debut: Sheika&apos;s Christening'/><author><name>Nysa Tolentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210905897682161824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Smkio61t_PI/AAAAAAAAANI/5YJAxlt44zM/S220/DSC00828.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519208594359693072.post-5194872469739780062</id><published>2009-01-24T11:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T16:15:12.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>77 Days Before My Second Debut: Inuman To The Max!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Birthday greetings to my friends, Rachel Bersamera, Romeo Alinea, and Wilfredo Alberto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That afternoon, I had a meeting with the KALIPI members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also attended Wow's birthday celebration. Of course, when I am with Wow or James, it's all about 'inuman', well sometimes, it's about theatre (Wow) or love story (James).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To date, this was the most lasing (drunk) moment of our barkadahan. Though I and Wow were not intoxicated, James was down at the street, almost sleeping, and blowing horribly. We brought him home, but we just left him outside of their house because he doesn’t want to go upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Wow and Rowie took me home, we consumed 2 bowls of ‘lugaw’ (rice porridge). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519208594359693072-5194872469739780062?l=nysatolentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/feeds/5194872469739780062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3519208594359693072&amp;postID=5194872469739780062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/5194872469739780062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/5194872469739780062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/2009/01/77-days-before-my-second-debut-inuman.html' title='77 Days Before My Second Debut: Inuman To The Max!'/><author><name>Nysa Tolentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210905897682161824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Smkio61t_PI/AAAAAAAAANI/5YJAxlt44zM/S220/DSC00828.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519208594359693072.post-6821016505933929384</id><published>2009-01-23T16:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T16:17:16.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>78 Days Before My Second Debut: Relaxed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Since, we just finished our responsibility for the Committee, we took a short break before preparing for the next meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Robinsons to buy gifts for the Christening of Sheika, daughter of my college classmate, and for other January birthday celebrants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had time to surf the net. I change the template of my blog. Though I'm still not contented with the result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night, together with my cousins, we watched the Amateur Singing Contest in our barangay, in connection with the celebration of our barangay fiesta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519208594359693072-6821016505933929384?l=nysatolentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/feeds/6821016505933929384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3519208594359693072&amp;postID=6821016505933929384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/6821016505933929384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/6821016505933929384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/2009/01/78-days-before-my-second-debut-relaxed.html' title='78 Days Before My Second Debut: Relaxed'/><author><name>Nysa Tolentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210905897682161824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Smkio61t_PI/AAAAAAAAANI/5YJAxlt44zM/S220/DSC00828.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519208594359693072.post-5722400584737927795</id><published>2009-01-22T16:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T16:17:40.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>79 Days Before My Second Debut: Finally Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January 22 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the day has come. The Committee meeting went well. My hardships paid off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I can rest for a while. Our next meeting is set on the 26th of February.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519208594359693072-5722400584737927795?l=nysatolentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/feeds/5722400584737927795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3519208594359693072&amp;postID=5722400584737927795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/5722400584737927795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/5722400584737927795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/2009/01/79-days-before-my-second-debut-finally.html' title='79 Days Before My Second Debut: Finally Over'/><author><name>Nysa Tolentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210905897682161824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Smkio61t_PI/AAAAAAAAANI/5YJAxlt44zM/S220/DSC00828.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519208594359693072.post-2059608248240062221</id><published>2009-01-21T16:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T15:42:42.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>80 Days Before My Second Debut: Tired and Will Be Patient</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January 21&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very tired. I finished the things needed for the CLEBM meeting before I went home. But it is my fault. I always rush things. Results: OT and body aches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really hard to trust people. Even your love ones can betray you. Although the mistake committed is not that big, it harmed again my very weak emotion. I almost cried, but I have to pretend that I’m strong, so he would think that I don’t need his big help. But I know where the news came from. For the second time, it happened with the same people involved. Although, I keep my promises, still the matter is not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You didn’t get what I’m saying? Just let it be. I want to keep it to myself, because I don’t want our friendship be harmed. I will be patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519208594359693072-2059608248240062221?l=nysatolentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/feeds/2059608248240062221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3519208594359693072&amp;postID=2059608248240062221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/2059608248240062221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/2059608248240062221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/2009/01/80-days-before-my-second-debut-tired.html' title='80 Days Before My Second Debut: Tired and Will Be Patient'/><author><name>Nysa Tolentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210905897682161824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Smkio61t_PI/AAAAAAAAANI/5YJAxlt44zM/S220/DSC00828.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519208594359693072.post-8666996217694761436</id><published>2009-01-20T13:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T14:57:42.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>81 Days Before My Second Debut: BSU Fashion Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January 20&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group of Fine Arts students of Bulacan State University again showed their talents in making dresses/clothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attended the BSU Fashion Show and Model Search for two reasons: First, four members of ASAP joined the contest. Though they are beautiful and are model-like, they did not get the title crown. But I enjoyed it because I saw my former student 6 years ago. From a very simple girl (she was 13 years old then), she has grown to be a beautiful lady, with a real model stance. Second, I am supporting my friend who is ‘in love’ (?) with another friend of mine who is part of the Model Search.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now a certified supporter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519208594359693072-8666996217694761436?l=nysatolentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/feeds/8666996217694761436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3519208594359693072&amp;postID=8666996217694761436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/8666996217694761436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/8666996217694761436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/2009/01/81days-before-my-second-debut-bsu.html' title='81 Days Before My Second Debut: BSU Fashion Show'/><author><name>Nysa Tolentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210905897682161824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Smkio61t_PI/AAAAAAAAANI/5YJAxlt44zM/S220/DSC00828.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519208594359693072.post-1090221962773375968</id><published>2009-01-19T12:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T14:56:54.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>82 Days Before My Second Debut: Asteegs!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January 19&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it! My Monday didn't go well. I go to office very early just to meet these people that irritate me and piqued my week start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to close my ears from their stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519208594359693072-1090221962773375968?l=nysatolentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/feeds/1090221962773375968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3519208594359693072&amp;postID=1090221962773375968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/1090221962773375968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/1090221962773375968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/2009/01/82-days-before-my-second-debut.html' title='82 Days Before My Second Debut: Asteegs!'/><author><name>Nysa Tolentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210905897682161824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Smkio61t_PI/AAAAAAAAANI/5YJAxlt44zM/S220/DSC00828.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519208594359693072.post-6954569025516743205</id><published>2009-01-18T11:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T14:56:06.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>83 Days Before My Second Debut: Activities</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January 18&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, time to have our supplies for the month. So shocked that although we limit our spending but still I paid so much for it. Now I do not know how to budget my salary with crisis attacking my wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, movie time. I watched the movie 300, with moments not looking at the laptop monitor because the fight scenes were violent, terrible and inhumane that my heart can't accept it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, Sunday is for Dear God. I needed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, work. I'm still not done with the transcript. Huhu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519208594359693072-6954569025516743205?l=nysatolentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/feeds/6954569025516743205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3519208594359693072&amp;postID=6954569025516743205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/6954569025516743205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/6954569025516743205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/2009/01/83-days-before-my-second-debut.html' title='83 Days Before My Second Debut: Activities'/><author><name>Nysa Tolentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210905897682161824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Smkio61t_PI/AAAAAAAAANI/5YJAxlt44zM/S220/DSC00828.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519208594359693072.post-6588304397256997406</id><published>2009-01-17T15:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T14:55:16.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>84 Days Before My Second Debut: Overtime</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January 17&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Committee on Legal Education and Bar Matters will be having its next meeting on January 20. I am one of the members of the Secretariat. I haven't finished the transcript yet so i brought it home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In between work, i watched the movie Twilight on my brother's laptop. it is a good movie. I can really see that it was written by a girl because I can relate my self while the lead girl is telling her love story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely and Jen also visited me, I guess to report.. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519208594359693072-6588304397256997406?l=nysatolentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/feeds/6588304397256997406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3519208594359693072&amp;postID=6588304397256997406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/6588304397256997406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/6588304397256997406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/2009/01/84-days-before-my-second-debut-overtime.html' title='84 Days Before My Second Debut: Overtime'/><author><name>Nysa Tolentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210905897682161824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Smkio61t_PI/AAAAAAAAANI/5YJAxlt44zM/S220/DSC00828.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519208594359693072.post-114506251337903718</id><published>2009-01-16T12:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T14:54:18.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>85 Days Before My Second Debut: Dr.Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January 16&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My high school friend txtd me. He is broken hearted. His ex girlfriend dumped him and doesn't even want to talk to him. She doesn't even want to let him know her new accounts in friendster or in facebook. So this good friend of mine was very sad. He misses her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Dr. Love in me is not an adviser but a listener. I just comforted him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after our conversation, he told me a secret. He wants to court one of our friends. Hehe! See. I can be the next Dr. Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519208594359693072-114506251337903718?l=nysatolentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/feeds/114506251337903718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3519208594359693072&amp;postID=114506251337903718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/114506251337903718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/114506251337903718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/2009/01/85-days-before-my-second-debut-drlove.html' title='85 Days Before My Second Debut: Dr.Love'/><author><name>Nysa Tolentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210905897682161824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Smkio61t_PI/AAAAAAAAANI/5YJAxlt44zM/S220/DSC00828.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519208594359693072.post-3709304909053360271</id><published>2009-01-15T12:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T14:53:04.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>86 Days Before My Second Debut: So-so</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January 15&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a so-so day. Nothing important happened except that I was still able to wake up, breathe, and go to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519208594359693072-3709304909053360271?l=nysatolentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/feeds/3709304909053360271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3519208594359693072&amp;postID=3709304909053360271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/3709304909053360271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/3709304909053360271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/2009/01/86-days-before-my-second-debut-so-so.html' title='86 Days Before My Second Debut: So-so'/><author><name>Nysa Tolentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210905897682161824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Smkio61t_PI/AAAAAAAAANI/5YJAxlt44zM/S220/DSC00828.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519208594359693072.post-4538226628167215655</id><published>2009-01-14T12:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T14:51:43.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>87 Days Before My Second Debut: New Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January 14&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very concerned husband of Ate Irish, Kuya Raul, gave me a txtmate in the person of Tan. Although I am not interested having txtmates, my ever supportive dyosas insisted. Hmm, let's see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519208594359693072-4538226628167215655?l=nysatolentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/feeds/4538226628167215655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3519208594359693072&amp;postID=4538226628167215655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/4538226628167215655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/4538226628167215655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/2009/01/89-days-before-my-second-debut-new.html' title='87 Days Before My Second Debut: New Friend'/><author><name>Nysa Tolentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210905897682161824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Smkio61t_PI/AAAAAAAAANI/5YJAxlt44zM/S220/DSC00828.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519208594359693072.post-3265406457825778488</id><published>2009-01-13T12:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T14:50:49.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>88 Days Before My Second Debut: Sleeping Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January 13&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Lola Felisa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time, in 13 days of 2009, i had the longest sleep: 6 hours. Thank God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519208594359693072-3265406457825778488?l=nysatolentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/feeds/3265406457825778488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3519208594359693072&amp;postID=3265406457825778488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/3265406457825778488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/3265406457825778488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/2009/01/88-days-before-my-second-debut-sleeping.html' title='88 Days Before My Second Debut: Sleeping Beauty'/><author><name>Nysa Tolentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210905897682161824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Smkio61t_PI/AAAAAAAAANI/5YJAxlt44zM/S220/DSC00828.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519208594359693072.post-8816417034999035883</id><published>2009-01-12T16:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T14:49:45.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>89 Days Before My Second Debut: 'd Day(e)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January 12&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early Monday, luck is with me. I was able to catch up our service bus despite the fact that I was late by 7 minutes. Thank God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate Daye did not come to office. Why? Birthday leave. We met at the Department Store of SM Sta. Mesa. She was getting a gift for herself, and I was buying a gift for her too. Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She celebrated her "Fertility Year" in Music21. Her guests include only those closest to her heart. People were in videoke and drinking mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum it up, I think Ate Daye enjoyed her day. She was in tears because of joy. I just wish her luck in her new found career, good health and a 'happy ever after'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519208594359693072-8816417034999035883?l=nysatolentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/feeds/8816417034999035883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3519208594359693072&amp;postID=8816417034999035883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/8816417034999035883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/8816417034999035883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/2009/01/89-days-before-my-second-debut-d-daye.html' title='89 Days Before My Second Debut: &apos;d Day(e)'/><author><name>Nysa Tolentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210905897682161824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Smkio61t_PI/AAAAAAAAANI/5YJAxlt44zM/S220/DSC00828.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519208594359693072.post-6914799926200034552</id><published>2009-01-11T14:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T14:47:58.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>90 Days Before My Second Debut: Mommy Now!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;January 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the Christian World!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the baptismal day of my little Angel. She was baptized in Barasoain Church. We invited few of my friends; some of them are Angel's godparents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel is very excited. She woke up very early and wanted to take a bath at 8am even though the ceremony is 11:30am. I bought two cakes. My mom, assisted by Tita Bhing and cousins, prepared a sumptuous meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ceremony started at 11:30 AM. There are many kids waiting to be baptized. Some are crying but some are laughing. It is good to know that these kids are now going to be under God's loving embrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would like to thank Angel's godparents: Ninongs Mark, Gil, James, Wow, and Efren(wasn't able to come because he is in KSA) and Ninangs Bhing, Irish, Clarissa, Tess, Dolly, Daisy, Princess, Lovely, Eva, Nikko. They accepted the responsibility of being the second parents of Angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For pictures of Angel's christening, please check my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://asynysa.multiply.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;multiply&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt; account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519208594359693072-6914799926200034552?l=nysatolentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/feeds/6914799926200034552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3519208594359693072&amp;postID=6914799926200034552&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/6914799926200034552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/6914799926200034552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/2009/01/90-days-before-my-second-debut-mommy.html' title='90 Days Before My Second Debut: Mommy Now!'/><author><name>Nysa Tolentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210905897682161824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Smkio61t_PI/AAAAAAAAANI/5YJAxlt44zM/S220/DSC00828.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519208594359693072.post-6362222229639409709</id><published>2009-01-10T09:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T14:47:09.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>91 Days Before My Second Debut: Sloth Day, ASAP and Tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January 10&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my sleep at 2 in the morning because we celebrated Bandam’s birthday. I need to wake up early because of my super hectic schedule for the day. I have to attend my college friend’s wedding and a speaking engagement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Saturday is my sloth day. I woke up at 7. Left my brother's house and went to Ate Daye's house to prepare. But it's really a sloth day for everybody, Ate Daye told me to stay for a few minutes more. Until I wasn't able to attend my friend's wedding anymore. I left Manila before 12noon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon arriving in Bulacan, I prepared my presentation for the ASAP Team Building. ASAP is one of the student political parties in Bulacan State University. ASAP is my child. I gave birth to it and guided it for almost 6 years now. But I had a misunderstanding with them, so I left them. Lovely, my ever reliable friend took over. I had fun with my role as a speaker. This is the second time I stand before them as a resource speaker. And I think I really enjoyed it because I lasted for 3 hours. Gosh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way home, I then felt that I'm tired. My legs hurt. I have cough and colds. It hampered my speech. And I was hungry and sleepy. After almost 2 hours of travel, I had the chance to eat my delicious lunch/dinner prepared by my mother. After that tasty meal, I didn't notice that I already fell into sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519208594359693072-6362222229639409709?l=nysatolentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/feeds/6362222229639409709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3519208594359693072&amp;postID=6362222229639409709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/6362222229639409709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/6362222229639409709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/2009/01/91-days-before-my-second-debut.html' title='91 Days Before My Second Debut: Sloth Day, ASAP and Tired'/><author><name>Nysa Tolentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210905897682161824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Smkio61t_PI/AAAAAAAAANI/5YJAxlt44zM/S220/DSC00828.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519208594359693072.post-8635872629832458295</id><published>2009-01-09T08:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T14:46:27.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>92 Days Before My Second Debut: Kilos!PUP and Birthdays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attended Kilos! PUP-Finance Committee Meeting. The PUP Student Council Election is nearing and they have to solicit funds for it. They asked for the help of the alumni members. The group is so energetic, they have so many ideas, and very positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also asked Franz to layout a tarpaulin for Angel's Christening and Franz never failed to make a very good creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from the fact that today is Black Nazarene's Day, it is also Bandam's and Poi's birthday. Happiness and good health for both of you! Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;--I want to share this line from Our Daily Bread, "2 Corinthians 1:4 [God] comforts us... that we may be able to comfort those who are in any trouble."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519208594359693072-8635872629832458295?l=nysatolentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/feeds/8635872629832458295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3519208594359693072&amp;postID=8635872629832458295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/8635872629832458295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/8635872629832458295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/2009/01/92-days-before-my-second-debut.html' title='92 Days Before My Second Debut: Kilos!PUP and Birthdays'/><author><name>Nysa Tolentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210905897682161824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Smkio61t_PI/AAAAAAAAANI/5YJAxlt44zM/S220/DSC00828.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519208594359693072.post-3211708955648071849</id><published>2009-01-08T15:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T14:45:16.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>emotional breakdown</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;The start of 2009 wasn't good for me. I am hot-headed, emotional and impatient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last January 2, I had a sudden breakdown / realization, etc. about life. My plans for 2009 are still on hold. I don't know what 2009 will bring me. I was afraid and I didn't know how to handle things that will come my way. That was the second time i felt that kind of heaviness in my heart, the second time I felt that God doesn't love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just before this post, i was crying because of my family. i am very weak when it comes to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evil is trying to enter into my life. I am very weak (sick and tired). I want to scream, but i can't hear my voice. I want to laugh but why tears are falling from my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayy.. Let me go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519208594359693072-3211708955648071849?l=nysatolentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/feeds/3211708955648071849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3519208594359693072&amp;postID=3211708955648071849&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/3211708955648071849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/3211708955648071849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/2009/01/emotional-breakdown.html' title='emotional breakdown'/><author><name>Nysa Tolentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210905897682161824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Smkio61t_PI/AAAAAAAAANI/5YJAxlt44zM/S220/DSC00828.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519208594359693072.post-1697317774911568841</id><published>2009-01-08T08:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T14:44:37.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>93 Days Before My Second Debut: Family Affair</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January 8&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised when my brother called me and asked me about the problem in our family. I was shocked because I don't know the problem. So he asked me to know the problem. I called my mom and she told me that there is tension between our boarder and my cousin. Again, I felt the heaviness in my heart. I really feel bad whenever I have a dilemma and it concerns my family. I told the story to my brother while I’m crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so weak, and hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;--Our greatest strength is often shown in our ability to stand still and trust God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519208594359693072-1697317774911568841?l=nysatolentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/feeds/1697317774911568841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3519208594359693072&amp;postID=1697317774911568841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/1697317774911568841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/1697317774911568841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/2009/01/93-days-before-my-second-debut.html' title='93 Days Before My Second Debut: Family Affair'/><author><name>Nysa Tolentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210905897682161824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Smkio61t_PI/AAAAAAAAANI/5YJAxlt44zM/S220/DSC00828.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519208594359693072.post-2993252638059025114</id><published>2009-01-07T12:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T14:43:58.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>94 Days Before My Second Debut: Reconciliation and Dayo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January 7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news! My cousin texted me and told me that he already talked to his brother with whom he had a fight last year. He said that it’s a brand new year and they should reconcile for their family’s sake. He also told me that he was influenced by the people around him, people who are God-fearing and kind-hearted. Two thumbs up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to watch Dayo, a digital animated film about the adventure of a young-boy with his &lt;em&gt;manananggal&lt;/em&gt; friend. I love this movie because aside from the fact that it’s a feel good movie and it has lessons for young people, I was with my girlfriends when I watched it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519208594359693072-2993252638059025114?l=nysatolentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/feeds/2993252638059025114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3519208594359693072&amp;postID=2993252638059025114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/2993252638059025114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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confessed that he's in love with me last January 2.&lt;br /&gt;(i will not comment, he's one of my frequent readers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, i had a boyfriend on new year's day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;(which lasted for 19 days only)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last 2002, i broke up with my boyfriend on new year's eve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;(after 7months and 2 weeks of relationship)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;confusing.. what's with the new year?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519208594359693072-5905544771827576559?l=nysatolentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Smkio61t_PI/AAAAAAAAANI/5YJAxlt44zM/S220/DSC00828.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519208594359693072.post-5441809788600353240</id><published>2009-01-06T12:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T14:42:23.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>95 Days Before My Second Debut: No Focus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January 6&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second day at work and I still can’t find my focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519208594359693072-5441809788600353240?l=nysatolentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Smkio61t_PI/AAAAAAAAANI/5YJAxlt44zM/S220/DSC00828.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519208594359693072.post-7355399098968727251</id><published>2009-01-05T16:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T13:36:36.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>96 Days Before My Second Debut: Back To Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January 5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least I have a job. The salary makes me worthy because I get to pay the house rental, bills, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin saved money on transportation expenses on her way to her training center and agency because she rode our service bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last, I was able to give my Christmas gifts to my officemates. I was too busy before Christmas that I failed to buy and wrap gifts for people close to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519208594359693072-7355399098968727251?l=nysatolentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/feeds/7355399098968727251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3519208594359693072&amp;postID=7355399098968727251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/7355399098968727251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/7355399098968727251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/2009/01/3rd-day-countdown-to-my-second-debut.html' title='96 Days Before My Second Debut: Back To Work'/><author><name>Nysa Tolentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210905897682161824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Smkio61t_PI/AAAAAAAAANI/5YJAxlt44zM/S220/DSC00828.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519208594359693072.post-8774771516671620343</id><published>2009-01-04T16:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T13:33:25.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>97 Days Before My Second Debut: KALIPI Will Change The World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January 4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KALIPI members went to our house to wrap gifts for street children.&lt;br /&gt;Later in the afternoon, they went to Malolos plaza and distributed the gifts to less fortunate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what you can do to change the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519208594359693072-8774771516671620343?l=nysatolentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/feeds/8774771516671620343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3519208594359693072&amp;postID=8774771516671620343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/8774771516671620343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/8774771516671620343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/2009/01/97-days-before-my-second-debut.html' title='97 Days Before My Second Debut: KALIPI Will Change The World'/><author><name>Nysa Tolentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210905897682161824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Smkio61t_PI/AAAAAAAAANI/5YJAxlt44zM/S220/DSC00828.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519208594359693072.post-6132457009668974487</id><published>2009-01-03T12:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T13:18:10.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>98 Days Before My Second Debut: Gift Of An Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the longest sleep since the holidays started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not stable (baliw ba?!). I mean, I’m still thinking of the dilemma I have since the New Year started. But luckily, my little angel made me laugh. Thanks for the gift of an angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519208594359693072-6132457009668974487?l=nysatolentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/feeds/6132457009668974487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3519208594359693072&amp;postID=6132457009668974487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/6132457009668974487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/6132457009668974487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/2009/01/98-days-before-my-second-debut.html' title='98 Days Before My Second Debut: Gift Of An Angel'/><author><name>Nysa Tolentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210905897682161824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Smkio61t_PI/AAAAAAAAANI/5YJAxlt44zM/S220/DSC00828.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519208594359693072.post-4693450634891917188</id><published>2009-01-02T16:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T13:17:19.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>99 Days Before My Second Debut: Not Perfect But Loved</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I broke somebody’s heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a fight with one of my trusted friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an argument with the person I love the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am very lucky, because they still love me despite of my mood swings. I am often misunderstood, but they always see the good side of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They see me with uncombed hair, dirty clothes, dark eye bags, etc, but it didn’t matter to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one thing more, I have the very first active members of KALIPI-BSU who have such great ideas that can change the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519208594359693072-4693450634891917188?l=nysatolentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/feeds/4693450634891917188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3519208594359693072&amp;postID=4693450634891917188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/4693450634891917188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/4693450634891917188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/2009/01/2nd-day-countdown-to-my-second-debut.html' title='99 Days Before My Second Debut: Not Perfect But Loved'/><author><name>Nysa Tolentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210905897682161824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Smkio61t_PI/AAAAAAAAANI/5YJAxlt44zM/S220/DSC00828.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519208594359693072.post-6244121723647424735</id><published>2009-01-01T15:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T13:15:01.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>100 Days Before My Second Debut: Blessed Nysa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been very blessed because it is very rare that our family celebrates New Year with all the members present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am fortunate that I have a good job that gives me a good pay to provide blessings for our New Year celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy I have friends who don’t forget me and join me on my trying times. They see me on my wildest. They understand when I’m afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my strengths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519208594359693072-6244121723647424735?l=nysatolentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/feeds/6244121723647424735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3519208594359693072&amp;postID=6244121723647424735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/6244121723647424735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/6244121723647424735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/2009/01/1st-day-countdown-to-my-second-debut.html' title='100 Days Before My Second Debut: Blessed Nysa'/><author><name>Nysa Tolentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210905897682161824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Smkio61t_PI/AAAAAAAAANI/5YJAxlt44zM/S220/DSC00828.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519208594359693072.post-750614847188961018</id><published>2009-01-01T15:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T13:14:17.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>countdown to my second debut</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I just realized that the start of this year is 100 days before my 25th birthday. So I thought of writing some things that will make my days from January 1 to April 10 invaluable and laudable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As what I’ve said, the start of 2009 wasn’t good for me. I encountered heart-breaking problems that made me weak. But I will try to figure out the good side of my story (right ate daye?!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope, you will all be part of the brighter side of my life. And don’t leave on my darker days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519208594359693072-750614847188961018?l=nysatolentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/feeds/750614847188961018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3519208594359693072&amp;postID=750614847188961018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/750614847188961018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/750614847188961018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/2009/01/countdown-to-my-second-debut.html' title='countdown to my second debut'/><author><name>Nysa Tolentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210905897682161824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Smkio61t_PI/AAAAAAAAANI/5YJAxlt44zM/S220/DSC00828.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519208594359693072.post-8091646329587160841</id><published>2008-12-12T12:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T13:08:35.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Christmas Wishlist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;1. Gadgets:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a.) Personal Computer or Laptop&lt;br /&gt;b.) Cellphone - Sony Ericsson K850i or Samsung D880 or N82&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2. Something to Wear:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a.) Dress – Bayo or Kamiseta, any color except pink, no spaghetti strap or low neckline.&lt;br /&gt;b.) Blouse – any color except pink, formal or casual, no spaghetti strap or low neckline.&lt;br /&gt;c.) Pants – jeans (maong or khaki), black, grey, brown or white, no skinny please&lt;br /&gt;d.) Footwear – sandals, rubber shoes, flats or stilettos, any color except pink and neon colors, size 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;3. Accessories:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a.) Earrings – any color except pink, better if chandelier type&lt;br /&gt;b.) Bracelets – any color except pink&lt;br /&gt;c.) No ring or necklace please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;4. Personal things:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a.) Bags – traveler’s bag, any color except neon colors and pink&lt;br /&gt;b.) Pony bag – black, white, grey, or green&lt;br /&gt;c.) Perfume or cologne – raspberry scent&lt;br /&gt;d.) Book – Bob Ong’s or Marie Antoinette: The Journey by Antonia Fraser or Ambeth Ocampo’s History Book&lt;br /&gt;e.) Photo Album – big&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;5. For my family&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;a.) Nanay – Gas range with oven; Wrist watch; DVD Component or Magic Sing; Blouse, pants, slippers; Kitchen wares&lt;br /&gt;b.) Kuya – medicine for his never ending cough and flu, shoes for his never ending travel, and extra time for his never ending busy schedule&lt;br /&gt;c.) A – clear eyesight to look for his mr. right (haha!); traveler’s bag, violet sandals&lt;br /&gt;d.) Angel – clothes; shoes, undies, barney CD, money for his christening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;6. Miscellaneous&lt;/span&gt; – belt, bed sheet (single), bean pillow, bean bag, malong (double), planner, shoe rack, folding bed, bigger cabinet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a Merry Christmas and a Prosperous New Year!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you in advance.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519208594359693072-8091646329587160841?l=nysatolentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/feeds/8091646329587160841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3519208594359693072&amp;postID=8091646329587160841&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/8091646329587160841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/8091646329587160841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-christmas-wishlist.html' title='My Christmas Wishlist'/><author><name>Nysa Tolentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210905897682161824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Smkio61t_PI/AAAAAAAAANI/5YJAxlt44zM/S220/DSC00828.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519208594359693072.post-2813452033707046739</id><published>2008-12-11T15:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T13:01:33.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Proud Sis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I always remember my elementary and high schools days especially when we have to write something about a certain person. They call it “theme paper”. In this activity, they test the ability of the students in writing, how they arrange their words and stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But during those activities, when my teachers wanted us to write about our idol(s), my classmates always chose their favorite artist, politician, rocker, band, etc. But in my case, it is always about my “kuya” that I write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Kuya is my idol, because he is smart, bright, achiever and successful. During his high schools days, he always get the medal during competitions especially in history. He has numerous awards recognizing his brilliance in different fields. He graduated No.2 of over 1000 graduates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he went to Manila to take his bachelors' degree, I remember him going to school with no baon, with his clothes unironed, with no new shoes and clothes during enrolment. Yet he still managed to graduate with awards. He was a working student, a political leader, a student activist, an organization head all wrapped into one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was also elected SK Chairman of Catmon in 1996 beating his opponent who is the Barangay Captain’s grandson. A student party founder and leader. Because of his active participation in many organizations, he has gone to many places not only in the Philippines but also to other parts of the world. Yesterday, he's back from his meeting with colleagues in IFLRY where he is the Vice President. He attended their meeting for 10 days in Kiev, Ukraine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What made me write this blog about my brother? It is because last November 2, he was elected by his colleagues in Young Liberals and Democrats in Asia to lead the organization. And now, he's the third President of YLDA after serving as Secretary General for two terms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not proud..&lt;br /&gt;because i'm already a fan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519208594359693072-2813452033707046739?l=nysatolentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/feeds/2813452033707046739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3519208594359693072&amp;postID=2813452033707046739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/2813452033707046739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/2813452033707046739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/2008/12/proud-sis.html' title='Proud Sis'/><author><name>Nysa Tolentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210905897682161824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Smkio61t_PI/AAAAAAAAANI/5YJAxlt44zM/S220/DSC00828.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519208594359693072.post-7067014726314337262</id><published>2008-11-03T14:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T12:57:50.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you can't push it..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;It's a great feeling when you're in love.&lt;br /&gt;Just a glimpse of him, your day is complete..&lt;br /&gt;Just a thought of him, life is not dim..&lt;br /&gt;With just a smile, and you’re ready to die..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you can’t really push someone to feel the same..&lt;br /&gt;You can change his mind, maybe, but not his heart..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;This is my realization after I had a chat with my friend, James. He thought I called him because I wanted him to come with me to watch Jonas. He said, he saw Jonas and told him to forget being gay and be a real man, for me… But Jonas said, “Ayoko nga!” He doesn’t want to be a real man… or what strike me is that he doesn’t want to be a man for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I can make him change, make him a real man, make him forget his past. But after that, if ever I will be successful making him a true man, will he love me the way I do, or even a quarter of what I feel for him. Maybe he doesn’t like me.. Maybe he will never like me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So might as well stop this foolishness (like what other people say..), and find a real man who will love me the way I love him or even more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519208594359693072-7067014726314337262?l=nysatolentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/feeds/7067014726314337262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3519208594359693072&amp;postID=7067014726314337262&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/7067014726314337262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/7067014726314337262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-cant-push-it.html' title='you can&apos;t push it..'/><author><name>Nysa Tolentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210905897682161824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Smkio61t_PI/AAAAAAAAANI/5YJAxlt44zM/S220/DSC00828.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519208594359693072.post-2790770509265450857</id><published>2008-10-27T07:58:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T12:53:06.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haohao--ouch!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Last Saturday, I accompanied &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://anneclaudette.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ate Daye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt; to KALIPI Headquarters to help her with her assignment—updating Justice Nachura’s book. So I was the one encoding the case digests. My sister, Aei came with her friend, Bandam, and Haohao, my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://janargy.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kuya Jan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;’s&lt;/span&gt; pet, a dog (chaochao, how do you spell this?). I got very excited to see Haohao so I played with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haohao is also happy playing (I guess) with me so she keeps on barking and opening her mouth with those sharp teeth, when she bites me on my legs. I am not hurt thinking that her teeth didn’t reached my skin. So we still played. When I got tired, I looked at my pants and it’s butas (it has a hole). OMG! So I raised my pants and checked my legs, and I saw a 1-in. wound with blood slowly flowing out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to cry because I thought I’m dying, in 10-15 days. I didn’t know what to do. I don’t have any knowledge about first aid for dog bites. I just washed it with water and put so much alcohol. I don’t know if that helped me lessen my worries, but I continued playing with Haohao. In fact, I bought her 2 cups of ice cream. I couldn’t be mad at her coz I simply love her. She’s so cute, jolly and sweet. And of course, I have to take care of her in case she has rabies. She has to live for 15 days and more. But my Kuya assured me that Haohao has completed his shots last Thursday so she is safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was still worried. I kept on talking on what I should do. I kept asking Ate Daye to ask her brother, who is a doctor, on what I am going to do. I told my close friends about what happened and that I’m going to die after 15 days. Some called me insane. Some told me to have it checked just to be sure. Some frightened me with stories of the victims of rabid animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, I am not worried anymore. But I still asked &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://christiantolentino.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Doc Extee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;, Ate Daye’s brother, about my dog bite. As doctors usually do, he scared me about the possibilities of having rabies. He suggested having it checked immediately and that I should get shots of anti rabies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, I went home and told my mother about my dog bite. She got nervous and almost teary-eyed telling me to go to the hospital and get anti rabies. To calm her and to prevent incurring more expenses (because her blood pressure might rise), I went to the doctor and had my first ever injection ever since I knew that it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519208594359693072-2790770509265450857?l=nysatolentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/feeds/2790770509265450857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3519208594359693072&amp;postID=2790770509265450857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/2790770509265450857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/2790770509265450857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/2008/10/haohao-ouch.html' title='Haohao--ouch!'/><author><name>Nysa Tolentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210905897682161824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Smkio61t_PI/AAAAAAAAANI/5YJAxlt44zM/S220/DSC00828.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519208594359693072.post-7617183174835037050</id><published>2008-10-25T19:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T12:49:50.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tour guide</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Last weekend, I was tasked by my very generous Kuya Eric to assist his friends from US in going to a comedy bar and to a spa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I prepared the itinerary, Saturday night for the comedy bar and Sunday afternoon for the Spa. I get the numbers of all the comedy bars i know, and 3 spas recommended by friends. In the end, they chose Punchline Comedy Bar and Blue Water Day Spa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night, Punchline. They arrived ahead of time. I was with Juley. The performers are best of the bests in the comedy industry, led by Vice Ganda and Anton Diva. There are new jokes that really made us laugh out loud. Even our visitors, Kuya Ely, Kuya Mike and Ate Van enjoyed the show. (Don’t deny..) Before we parted ways, Kuya Eric called and talked to each one of us with so many habilin. It was past 2 in the morning when we left the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 8am, because I have to text my college friends about the updates of our reunion. While our visitors from the US were busy conquering SM Mall of Asia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday afternoon, Blue Water Day Spa. Ate Dulce (Kuya Eric’s sister) arrived first while lovers Ate Mileth and Kuya Joel get there 10minutes ahead of us (Juley and I). The visitors came 10 minutes before 4pm (late! Hehe! Ok lang.. We’re late last night}. So we got our massage. Juley had to go earlier because of his prior commitment with college friends. Ate Dulce had to go home before our visitors finished their treatment. So I was the one left waiting for them to finish their treatment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our massage, we had our dinner at Gerry’s Grill, Tomas Morato, QC. We had delicious Filipino food like sisig, bulalo, ampalaya con carne (sounds Spanish) and tinomok, one of my favorites. After dinner, they dropped me off at V. Mapa in Sta. Mesa. And I carried Kuya Eric’s pasalubong for his friends and siblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum it up, I had a very busy weekend, but I’m not so tired because I had my massage and of course, laughter is the best medicine, so Vice Ganda really helped a lot. So it’s a busy fun-filled weekend. Thanks Kuya Eric! Mission accomplished…?... (sana…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519208594359693072-7617183174835037050?l=nysatolentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/feeds/7617183174835037050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3519208594359693072&amp;postID=7617183174835037050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/7617183174835037050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/7617183174835037050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/2008/10/tour-guide.html' title='tour guide'/><author><name>Nysa Tolentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210905897682161824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Smkio61t_PI/AAAAAAAAANI/5YJAxlt44zM/S220/DSC00828.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519208594359693072.post-1322674656857209686</id><published>2008-10-23T08:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T12:46:39.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just before i fall in love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I told my friends, officemates and my mom about my kagagahan over Jonas, the vocalist. Happy sila para sa'kin kasi alam nilang matagal na akong walang boyfriend, and I know some of them are praying for me, na magkaboyfriend na ako.. Pero nung malaman nila na Jonas is gay, negative vibration strikes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said, mahirap ang magkaroon ng relasyon na ang isa ay kalahi ang gusto. Ang defense ko naman, kapag nagmahal ang tao, hindi nya sasaktan ang taong mahal nya. kaya kung sakaling mahalin ako ni Jonas, alam ko na hindi na sya maghahanap pa ng adan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, they all continued to give me negative hopes.. it is impossible to love someone like him.. it is impossible that someone like him could love someone like me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bakit ganun? hindi pa man nagsisimula ang love story namin, e ayaw na nilang magkatotoo pa un.. hayy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i am hurt, just before I fall in love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519208594359693072-1322674656857209686?l=nysatolentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/feeds/1322674656857209686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3519208594359693072&amp;postID=1322674656857209686&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/1322674656857209686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/1322674656857209686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-before-i-fall-in-love.html' title='just before i fall in love'/><author><name>Nysa Tolentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210905897682161824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Smkio61t_PI/AAAAAAAAANI/5YJAxlt44zM/S220/DSC00828.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519208594359693072.post-4492817138100889480</id><published>2008-10-23T08:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T12:43:55.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kabataang Liberal ng Pilipinas (Young Liberals of the Philippines)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;On August 21, 1989, with the aim of providing increased youth involvement in various parliamentary issues, serving as training ground for young leaders, inculcating and deepening the understanding of liberalism among young people and building a strong youth movement that will transform the nature of Philippine politics, the Kabataang Liberal ng Pilipinas was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KALIPI is composed of young patriotic leaders aged 15-35 years – –fully representing a dynamic community youth leaders, elected local officials, respected student leaders, and successful young professionals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It played and continues to play a crucial role in Philippine politics, such as its patriotic stance for the removal of foreign military bases, condemnation of the coup d’ etat, lobbying for the creation of the National Youth Commission, fight for the Magna Carta for Students, the Kabataang Kontra Cha-cha and the Anti-VFA campaigns and participation in the 2nd people power revolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From then on, the KALIPI has remained and is acknowledged as one of the largest and most dynamic youth wings of an institutional political party in the country today. KALIPI continues to be relevant to constituents of its various chapters by providing them exposure and training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As part of the organization’s expansion project, Ms. Nysa Tolentino, then Vice President of the BSU-Supreme Student Council, founded KALIPI in Bulacan State University on August 21, 2003. Mr. Nelson Robles, founding President, spearheaded different programs and projects to promote and invigorate the organization’s program of action. The two conducted seminars and forums informing the youth on important issues. KALIPI-BSU likewise started the Voter’s Education Seminar by conducting a mock election entitled “Who Would You Vote For in the 2004 Election?”, the first mock election in BSU. This was undertaken in cooperation with the BSU Student Government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KALIPI has also been a partner of Bulacan State University - Alliance of Students for Action and Progress from its inception up to the present. KALIPI provides training, lectures and workshops to the leaders of ASAP to equip them for the BSU Student Elections. Indeed, KALIPI’s assistance to ASAP help the alliance overcome five-struggling years to remain the true party for BSU students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KALIPI – BSU has also taken part in different activities of the national leadership. The group participated in the Stop Impeachment Movement in 2003. The group likewise joined the Student Leaders’ Forum, a sister organization of the KALIPI, a network of student organizations all over the country. Along these lines, the founder of KALIPI has also played a part in the formation of the National Students League and the Council of Ladies. Several leaders of KALIPI - BSU represented BSU in the 5th and 6th National Congress held in cities of Roxas and Quezon respectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For five years now, KALIPI –BSU continues to be in the forefront of building the structures and systems that will allow today’s youth to effectively and pro-actively meet the challenges they face and prepare aspiring leaders for responsibilities they will eventually face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KALIPI hopes to provide the Filipino youth with a venue for responsible expression and effective action relating to the issues facing the nation and the youth today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this regard, KALIPI – BSU is determined to be a trailblazer chapter promoting KALIPI’s mission and vision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519208594359693072-4492817138100889480?l=nysatolentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/feeds/4492817138100889480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3519208594359693072&amp;postID=4492817138100889480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/4492817138100889480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/4492817138100889480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/2008/10/kabataang-liberal-ng-pilipinas-young.html' title='Kabataang Liberal ng Pilipinas (Young Liberals of the Philippines)'/><author><name>Nysa Tolentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210905897682161824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Smkio61t_PI/AAAAAAAAANI/5YJAxlt44zM/S220/DSC00828.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519208594359693072.post-2952648607494211130</id><published>2008-10-20T07:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T12:40:53.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Hmm.. You want update about my lovelife.. eto na po..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday night, my friend, James, txted me.&lt;br /&gt;"Gusto kong mag-emo. Pwede ba?"&lt;br /&gt;Sabi ko, "Anong problema?&lt;br /&gt;Sabi nya, "Wala lang. Inom tayo? Kahit konti lang.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, pag ganun, tyak may problema un, kaya pinagbigyan ko na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to a restobar called Bistro Uno. It’s a walking distance from our house. Before we entered the bar, James introduced me and Wowly to his friends who will be performing that night. The band is called Synfonia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ayun, chika chika kami.. kwentuhan ng problema.. kwentuhan din with the members of the band.. tatlo lang natatandaan ko. Kuya Jimmy on keyboard, Kuya Darwin on drums, and Jonas, the lead vocalist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the band started performing. And to our amaze, Jonas is really great up stage. Well, he’s not cute, but OMG, he’s so damn GWAPO and so manly up there. (Waaahh.. kinikilig ako..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the customers requested for Spain by Al Jarreau. It is an old song, and a very hard one. But my friend James told me, “Kaya nya un. Tingnan mo, kakantahin nya..” And well, I’m so gaga over him while he’s there, singing Spain with a superb performance. James solicited my opinion about Jonas and I said, "Mahal ko na sya.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After their first set, Jonas joined us and chatted with us. We told him that he’s so good in singing. Then I joked, “Mahal na kita, pwede bang magpakalalaki ka na?..” And he replied, "Ano ka ba? Di tayo talo.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, he’s gay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519208594359693072-2952648607494211130?l=nysatolentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/feeds/2952648607494211130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3519208594359693072&amp;postID=2952648607494211130&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/2952648607494211130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/2952648607494211130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/2008/10/spain.html' title='Spain'/><author><name>Nysa Tolentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210905897682161824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Smkio61t_PI/AAAAAAAAANI/5YJAxlt44zM/S220/DSC00828.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519208594359693072.post-7191776460397849860</id><published>2008-10-14T07:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T12:39:37.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sign of aging</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Last Sunday night, my friend, James invited me to have dinner with him and his friend. So i suggested a place called "E-haws", 'coz it has delicious grilled food. As in yumyum.. It has no spoon and fork, you have to eat with your hands, the Filipino way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we are waiting for our order, I saw an old friend, my high school classmate, Grechel (I hope i'm right). We smiled at each other with something on our mind, *wink*. Then, her first words are, "May asawa ka na?" I answered, "Wala pa. Ikaw?" She ended it with, "Wala pa rin."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. I don't know if it's in the appearance that we ask people if they are married or if they have children. Sakit naman kung ganun, di ba? But I think, it's a sign of aging.. At our age right now, and with the kind of society we have at this time, people expect you to be married or have your own family. (And look losyang..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. Not now. Not ever (as for the losyang).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519208594359693072-7191776460397849860?l=nysatolentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/feeds/7191776460397849860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3519208594359693072&amp;postID=7191776460397849860&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/7191776460397849860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/7191776460397849860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/2008/10/sign-of-aging.html' title='sign of aging'/><author><name>Nysa Tolentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210905897682161824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Smkio61t_PI/AAAAAAAAANI/5YJAxlt44zM/S220/DSC00828.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519208594359693072.post-7658507819303573539</id><published>2008-10-13T08:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T12:37:27.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten times</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Follow up lang ito sa post ko na "not now".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last friday night kasi, i txted my college classmates para magkaroon ng reunion before the year ends. So itxted them the plan, pili sila ng dates na binigay ko, pinagsuggest na din ng gimik, and isang himala, marami pong nagreply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya lang kasabay ng pagreply nila ay ang follow up question na, kumusta naman ang lovelife mo? oh, c'mon, mamon, turon, nasagot ko na po yan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alam nyo bang ten (10) times akong nakareceive ng txt na yan, at syempre, 10x ko din silang sinagot ng iisang kasagutan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"whaa! again?! wel, again ang again, please visit my blog site, para maging updated kayo sa lovelife ko: www.nysatolentino.blogspot.com"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, promote, promote..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519208594359693072-7658507819303573539?l=nysatolentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/feeds/7658507819303573539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3519208594359693072&amp;postID=7658507819303573539&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/7658507819303573539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/7658507819303573539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/2008/10/ten-times.html' title='Ten times'/><author><name>Nysa Tolentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210905897682161824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Smkio61t_PI/AAAAAAAAANI/5YJAxlt44zM/S220/DSC00828.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519208594359693072.post-4805445552804109930</id><published>2008-10-10T08:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T12:36:39.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>panjes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;--para ito sa mga nag-aral at nag-aaral sa marcelo h. del pilar high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;natatandaan nyo pa ba si panjes? sya ung guy na medyo chubby na madalas sa gym area, ung medyo isip bata although mas matanda pa sya sa atin.. ung parang "kulang-kulang"? (sorry Jesus for the term..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, ako di ko sya nakakalimutan kasi every sunday ko syang nakikita sa Cathedral kapag nagsisimba ako. although ako, di naman nya ako nakikita.. pero last sunday, after ng mass at nagmamadali akong lumabas dahil nagsisikip na ang daan, dahil may mga papasok na mga tao para sa next mass, nakasalubong ko si panjes. pero hindi ko sya pinansin dahil baka di na naman nya ako kilala dahil 8years na akong wala sa celo. pero nagulat ako ng magkaharap na kami at tinapik pa nya ako.. sabi nya, "oy, isnabera ka!" nginitian ko na lang sya kasi nagmamadali din syang pumasok sa simbahan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang saya ko nun kasi di pa pala ako nakakalimutan ni panjes kahit na medyo batang-isip sya. matagal na akong wala sa celo pero natandaan pa rin nya ako..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how i wish na sana ganun rin ang ibang tao.. hindi nakakalimot kagaya ni panjes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519208594359693072-4805445552804109930?l=nysatolentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/feeds/4805445552804109930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3519208594359693072&amp;postID=4805445552804109930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/4805445552804109930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/4805445552804109930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/2008/10/panjes.html' title='panjes'/><author><name>Nysa Tolentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210905897682161824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Smkio61t_PI/AAAAAAAAANI/5YJAxlt44zM/S220/DSC00828.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519208594359693072.post-4104713309970665286</id><published>2008-10-07T07:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T12:27:25.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;“Kumusta lovelife?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a question referring to something that is unexplainable. Actually, there are text jokes answering this query:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pu****in*&lt;/em&gt; ka rin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Eto, self-supporting..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Under construction. Sorry for the inconvenience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Of course, I am not an exemption. I am one of the favorites to be frequently asked of this question since everybody knows that I am currently single. There are two ways on how I react to this question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. 1, I joke. As if I’m replying to a text.&lt;br /&gt;No. 2, serious answer. “no plans yet. I have so many things to do that having an attachment is not a priority right now.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one day, I had analyzed this question.. Why? I don’t know.. Maybe because I am always a victim of this question and I have to think of a better way to answer it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kumusta na nga ba ang lovelife ko?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;--Ako ay walang seryosong relasyon ngayon, meaning walang karelasyon talaga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Parte ba ng tanong na ito ang mga manliligaw? Kung oo, meron pong nanliligaw sa’kin.. Ilan? Di pwedeng sabihin.. Bakit? Di ko rin kasi alam kung seryoso silang manliligaw.. Kaya ang status ng lovelife ko, coke zero!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naisip ko rin, bakit ganun ang lagi kong sagot kapag tinatanong ako..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;--hmm.. of course, gusto ko rin namang maging attach sa isang taong mahal ko at mahal ako. Gusto kong muling maranasan ung feeling na may nag-aalaga, naglalambing, nagpapacute, nagpapasakit ng ulo, nagpapagalit, nananakit at umiibig sa’kin. Yung palaging may nagsasabi sa’yo ng kanyang undying admiration. Yung may nambobola sa’yo. Yung nakikipag-away para sa’yo. Yung susuungin ang ano mang hadlang makita ka lang. Gusto ko ulit maranasan yan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero sabi ko nga sa mga sagot ko, not now. Maraming dapat intindihin, asikasuhin, ayusin, at paglaanan ng panahon. Pamilya, trabaho, mga organisasyon. Maraming pangarap ang dapat pang tuparin. Maraming pawis ang dapat pang patuluin para kumita. Maraming utak pa ang kailangang paganahin para magtagumpay ang bawat gawain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay.. But a hopeful person will always get what she wants. And I’m hoping..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519208594359693072-4104713309970665286?l=nysatolentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/feeds/4104713309970665286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3519208594359693072&amp;postID=4104713309970665286&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/4104713309970665286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/4104713309970665286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/2008/10/kumusta-lovelife-it-is-question.html' title='Not Now'/><author><name>Nysa Tolentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210905897682161824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Smkio61t_PI/AAAAAAAAANI/5YJAxlt44zM/S220/DSC00828.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519208594359693072.post-820398495003975833</id><published>2008-09-29T15:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T11:53:37.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Been Ugly</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Getting married&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Last Thursday morning, I got a call from my friend, James.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James: Tol, ano ‘tong balita na ikakasal ka na?&lt;br /&gt;Nysa: What?! Kanino mo naman nakuha ang balitang yan?&lt;br /&gt;James: Sige, tawag ulit ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turned out, tinext pala siya ni Wow and itinatanong kung totoo daw ba na ikakasal na ako. Then I told James na sige lang, kunwari lang na totoo yung balita na yun, pero sobrang napasaya talaga ako ng balitang yun. It made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drinking Session&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Kinagabihan, tinext ko si Wow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nysa: Wala bang inuman?&lt;br /&gt;Wow: Sige, magpapainom daw si James.&lt;br /&gt;Nysa: Sige, tawagan ko siya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At ayon, natuloy nga ang aming inuman, sa bahay nila James. Nagkwentuhan ng tungkol sa mga cheaters, and siyempre, ang issue na ikakasal na ako. Nalaman pala ni Wow dahil sa hindi inaasahang pagkakataon. Nagpapedicure sya sa bahay nila Pippen, isa din sa mga friends namin. Sinabi daw sa kanya ni Pippen ang details ng kasal ko at ipinamalita pa sa lahat ng taong nandun. Then I remember, nagtxt brigade ako sa mga friends ko na nagsisimula sa « P » ang name tungkol sa isang joke na ikakasal na ako sa November 31, 2008 sa Manila Cathedral. Ang iba ay nagreply na wala naman daw November 31. Pero si Pippen ay nagtanong kung totoo daw ba yun. Nakalimutan ko naman syang replyan kaya siguro naisip nyang totoo nga yun. Tawa ako ng tawa sa kwento na yun, dahil feeling ko, artista ako, dahil ilang beses na akong ikinasal at nabuntis sa loob ng apat na taon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos habang lumalalim ang gabi, nagkakalasingan na rin. Hanggang mga emo na ang pinag-uusapan. After uminom, nagstroll pa kami, kumain ng lugaw, at ng di nabusog ay nagtapsi pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habang umiinom, nagkukwentuhan, kumakain, nagiistroll, naramdaman ko ang pagmamahal sa’kin ng aking dalawang kaibigan. Sobra concern nila sa akin. Siguro dahil na rin sa ex ko si James at dati ring nagtapat ng feelings itong si Wow. Pero aside from that, alam kong mabubuti silang mga kaibigan, dahil sa pag-aalaga nila sa’kin at dahil sa concern nila sa’kin every time na may problema ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si James, may gf na, pero nagseselos pa daw pag sinasabi nya na magkasama kami. Si Wow, may gf na rin. Dati daw, ako ang pinapangarap nyang maging gf. Pero masyado daw akong mataas, kaya ibinaba nya ang level nya. Naisip ko lang, ganun ba ko kataas? Kung ganun man, dapat lumevel din ako at maghanap ng kalevel ko. Hehe! (Nawala ang idea ko, tumawag kasi si Lovely..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So dahil, feel nila na sad ako, they suggested,:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow: Magboyfriend ka na kasi.&lt;br /&gt;Nysa: E wala akong mahanap eh.&lt;br /&gt;James: Ang dami-dami dyang nagmamahal sa’yo eh.&lt;br /&gt;Nysa: Nasaan, di ko makita?!&lt;br /&gt;Wow: Nasa paligid lang, ayaw mo kasi pansinin.&lt;br /&gt;Nysa : Hay naku, di ko feel, wala namang manliligaw sakin, dahil feeling ko, nasa ugliest state ako ng buhay ko, with all these pimples, na kabuwisit talaga.&lt;br /&gt;Wow: Kahit kailan, hindi ka naging pangit sa paningin ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from the good things I realized from my ever reliable friends, these words made my day. (Haha! Oo na, ate Daye, narcissistic na naman ako.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519208594359693072-820398495003975833?l=nysatolentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/feeds/820398495003975833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3519208594359693072&amp;postID=820398495003975833&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/820398495003975833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/820398495003975833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/2008/09/never-been-ugly.html' title='Never Been Ugly'/><author><name>Nysa Tolentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210905897682161824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Smkio61t_PI/AAAAAAAAANI/5YJAxlt44zM/S220/DSC00828.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519208594359693072.post-1271685416115448518</id><published>2008-09-19T09:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T11:51:07.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Changed My Number</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;There are reasons why you change something about yourself. For example, changing your hair-do, wearing black or white, putting nail polish or different color of make-up, wearing glasses, changing contact numbers and many more. When you do any of these, they say that you want to forget something, you want to change your outlook in life, you’re hiding from something or someone, or maybe you had just broke up with your romantic partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last August 26, I changed my Smart number and on September 11, I changed my globe number. To some, who are not so close to me, this is just about changing number, nothing more. But to those people who I think loves me dearly, they asked so many questions which at first is very irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, guys, what’s wrong with changing numbers? One friend said, “Is this part of moving forward? Anyway, I’m happy for you.” Another pal told me, “Tol, I know you, are you avoiding somebody? &lt;em&gt;Basta&lt;/em&gt;, if there’s any problem, I’m just here.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! My friends, if you really know me, &lt;em&gt;ang dali ko kayang makalimot ng lalaki! Hehe! At&lt;/em&gt; super &lt;em&gt;tagal na nun noh!&lt;/em&gt; 2½ years &lt;em&gt;na ang nakalipas&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;At di nyo ba alam ang&lt;/em&gt; other side of Nysa? Business-minded &lt;em&gt;din kaya ako. Kaya po ako bumili ng bagong&lt;/em&gt; sim &lt;em&gt;ay para mag&lt;/em&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;autoload at e-load&lt;/strong&gt;. Promise. &lt;em&gt;Yan lang po talaga ang dahilan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Siguro nadamay na lang sa pagiging&lt;/em&gt; business-minded &lt;em&gt;ko ang pagkawala ng mga&lt;/em&gt; txtmates, &lt;em&gt;yung mga lalaking nanliligaw na di ko type, at ang&lt;/em&gt; past. But still, &lt;em&gt;hindi po to ang&lt;/em&gt; main reason why I changed sim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do appreciate the concern. I realized that my friends really love me because they are glad that I’m moving on, este, I changed numbers. But just to clarify, I had moved on, long ago, and you don’t have to worry about me. And currently, I have no romantic attachment, so I don’t have to be like a broken-hearted-emo-girl on the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sabi ng isang &lt;/em&gt;friend&lt;em&gt; ko, “tol, sabihin mo lang, 'maniwala ka', at maniniwala ako.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, I am telling you, this is purely business. &lt;em&gt;Maniwala ka!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519208594359693072-1271685416115448518?l=nysatolentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/feeds/1271685416115448518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3519208594359693072&amp;postID=1271685416115448518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/1271685416115448518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/1271685416115448518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-changed-my-number.html' title='I Changed My Number'/><author><name>Nysa Tolentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210905897682161824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Smkio61t_PI/AAAAAAAAANI/5YJAxlt44zM/S220/DSC00828.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519208594359693072.post-6529573860520157480</id><published>2008-09-17T07:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T11:46:48.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UGLY PEOPLE: Don't Be A Snob!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;It just pop out of my mind yesterday. Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Well, somebody is texting me so frequent and is inviting me to go out, like "pasyal-pasyal, kain-kain." I, being a "taray-princess", asked so many questions but in the end, still did not agree to the idea, for the reason I don't want to explain here (medyo mahabang paliwanagan yun eh.). And this guy replied, "K", without period. So I thought, "nainis siguro sa kasungitan ko." Well, he calls me Ms. Sungit, since he doesn't even bother to know my name. hehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Then realization strikes. "Hey girl, 'di ka kagandahan. Diyosa ka man, pero 'di ka naman ganun kaganda para magsungit ng ganyan at tumanggi sa mga taong gustong makipagdate sa'yo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Then, I remember Kuya Jaeson (Pagaran) said, "Bakit kung sino pa yung pangit, s'ya pa ang nagsusungit?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Hmmm.. I know, and I know you know it too, na maganda naman ako. Hehe! Diyosa nga! Self-proclaim gorgeous. Pero reality check, 'di naman pang-star ang beauty ko. Pero ibig bang sabihin nun, wala na akong karapatang magsungit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Ibig bang sabihin, yung magaganda lang ang may karapatang magsungit, tapos ang mga hindi kagandahan, mananahimik na lang? Kapag may nagyayang makipag-date sa'yo, ang magaganda, pwedeng tumanggi or magdemand kung saan dapat pumunta or whatever, at yung mga hindi kagandahan ay walang karapatang tumanggi at hindi dapat magdemand dahil, pasalamat nga sila dahil may nag-invite pa sa kanilang makipag-date?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Sa akin po, every individual is unique, sabi sa psychology class namin. May maganda man o pangit, may kakaiba pa rin silang katangian na nakakapagpashine sa kanila. Sabi nga sa Theme Song ng Betty La Fea, "Hoy tandaan nyo, ang ganda'y lumilipas. Ngunit ang pagkatao ay hindi kumukupas. Katalinuhan at kahusayan, yan ang mahalaga. Gandang panlabas ay hanggang dyan na lang." Hehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Another point, every girl should be treated like a glass or a diamond. You should handle it with care, value it, treasure and cherish. Kahit ano pa ang itsura nya, sya ay babae na dapat alagaan at pag-ingatan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Kayo, what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519208594359693072-6529573860520157480?l=nysatolentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/feeds/6529573860520157480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3519208594359693072&amp;postID=6529573860520157480&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/6529573860520157480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/6529573860520157480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/2008/09/ugly-people-dont-be-snob.html' title='UGLY PEOPLE: Don&apos;t Be A Snob!'/><author><name>Nysa Tolentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210905897682161824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Smkio61t_PI/AAAAAAAAANI/5YJAxlt44zM/S220/DSC00828.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519208594359693072.post-4784485084638475137</id><published>2008-09-15T08:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T11:38:23.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;Pumunta ako sa birthday celebration ni Tita Bhing last Friday. Sa bahay sya ng kanyang fiance nakatira, sa Caloocan. Napakalayo pala ng biyahe mula sa SC hanggang Fairview. True to what other people say, 'farview' talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nag-inuman kami that Friday night kasama ang sister ko, si A, mga pinsan ko, namely: Ate Lyn, Kuya Dong, Bernard, Eric, Jojo; Tito Balong, and friends nila Tita Bhing sa community nila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mababait ang in-laws ni Tita Bhing. Super alaga nila kami, lagi kaming pinapakain. I'm happy for my Tita. Alam ko na masaya na rin naman sya dito pero siyempre, sana may blessing na ni God.. soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;Umuwi kami ng 3pm kinabukasan para humabol na makapanood ng Pinoy Dream Academy. Nakahabol naman kami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maganda ang bawat performance ng Top 6 scholars, except sa opening number nila. Feeling ko, napakalamya. Sa group performance naman, mas maganda ang sa girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then nagstart na ang competition. Each scholars will sing 2 songs, one contest piece, and one fast song. Miguel Mendoza started with his contest piece which I can't remember the tile. Tapos Rock DJ naman ang fast song nya. Di ko gusto performance nya kasi maraming flats, especially sa Rock DJ na di nya nagawang maging alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is Laarni Lozada (not her true surname). She sang Manalig Ka and Boogie Wonderland. Maganda ang pagkakanta nya ng Manalig ka. Truely, she is a birit queen. Di ko lang type ung Boogie Wonderland kasi last time na pinerform eto, sa Happy Feet ko napanood and sobrang natuwa talaga ako. Pero sa performance ni Laarni, naging operatic ang dating ng kanta, plus may mali pa syang notes na sobrang napansin din ng Academy Headmaster Ryan Cayabyab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third is Cris Pastor. I don't know the title of her song but I think she sang it well. She really is the Most Improved Scholar of the Academy. With her sexiness, she performed her fast song very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth performer is Van Roxas (Pojas is his real surname). I like his performance too although di nga ganun kaganda ang boses nya. Pero compare sa disaster nyang performance with Ms. Kitchie Nadal, mas ok na ito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second to the last is my favorite, Liezel Garcia. I also don't know the title of her song. Ung fast song nya ay Respect. She is really great. Without bias, even my friends commented na sya ang pinakamagaling nung gabing iyon. Walang maling notes, pero di pa masyadong bigay sa pag-express. But she is really a unique talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save the best for last, it's Bugoy Drilon (Bugayan is his real surname). He sang Ligaya ang Climb Every Mountain. He has a great vocal chords. Medyo pumiyok lang sya pagpasok sa contest piece nya kasi mukang nabatak sa pagkanta ng Ligaya. Pero bumawi sya sa kalagitnaan at sa ending kung saan, standing ovation pa ang 6 jurors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: According sa performance, without bias and without textvotes: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Liezel Garcia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Bugoy Drilon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Laarni Lozada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Cris Pastor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Van Roxas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Miguel Mendoza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;I change hair-do. Nagparelax and trim. Ang tagal ko sa salon, muntik ko ng hindi abutan ang Awards Night ng PDA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not happy with the result. Not because Liezel did not win but because Bugoy did not. Nag-ubos ako ng almost 1,500php sa pagboto kay Liezel but still, it's not enough para manalo sya. Kulang pa ng almost 6,000 votes para makapasok sya sa Top 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero kahit hindi sya nakapasok sa Top 3, I wished na sana si Bugoy na lang ang manalo. Pero, dala siguro ng kamalasang dala ng kanyang bagong apelyido, 2nd runner-up lang siya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay.. I am not happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Laarni Lozada - 35%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Bugoy Drilon - 29%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Miguel Mendoza - 13%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Liezel Garcia - 13%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Van Roxas - 6%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Criz Pastor - 1%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519208594359693072-4784485084638475137?l=nysatolentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/feeds/4784485084638475137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3519208594359693072&amp;postID=4784485084638475137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/4784485084638475137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/4784485084638475137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/2008/09/weekend-thoughts.html' title='Weekend Thoughts'/><author><name>Nysa Tolentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210905897682161824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Smkio61t_PI/AAAAAAAAANI/5YJAxlt44zM/S220/DSC00828.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519208594359693072.post-4957298967250297350</id><published>2008-08-24T18:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T11:35:15.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am "Just" Occasionally Narcissist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Another blogthing quiz, which really caught my eyes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.anneclaudette.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ate Daye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;, take a look. I told you, I'm not really narcissistic.. hehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #cc33cc" align="middle" bg=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You Are Occasionally a Narcissist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg=""  style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouanarcissistquiz/narcissist-2.png" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;While you have healthy self esteem, you're really not that full of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Compared to most people, you're quite humble!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Though occasionally, you can't help and reflect on how great you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There's nothing wrong with being proud of yourself - as long as you don't let it go to your head!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouanarcissistquiz/"&gt;Are You a Narcissist?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519208594359693072-4957298967250297350?l=nysatolentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.blogthings.com/areyouanarcissistquiz/' title='I Am &quot;Just&quot; Occasionally Narcissist'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/feeds/4957298967250297350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3519208594359693072&amp;postID=4957298967250297350&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/4957298967250297350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/4957298967250297350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-am-just-occasionally-narcissist.html' title='I Am &quot;Just&quot; Occasionally Narcissist'/><author><name>Nysa Tolentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210905897682161824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Smkio61t_PI/AAAAAAAAANI/5YJAxlt44zM/S220/DSC00828.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519208594359693072.post-3652245347243496369</id><published>2008-08-24T18:15:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T11:30:06.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Names' Hidden Meaning</title><content type='html'>&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I saw this site when I opened my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/asynysa"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;friendster account&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt; and saw the list of people who viewed my account. I was curious and opened this account named "bunso" who happens to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/10734681"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;nikko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;.. I saw a very long explanation of her name on her account and got interested so I also tried it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok, you have to read this and believe! haha! I'm not forcing you ok?.. But take a look, and it's true, this is really me.. Agree or disagree? See what my beautiful name means..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table style="MARGIN-LEFT: auto; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: rgb(238,238,238)" align="middle" bg=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Glorivy-Nysa Ylarde Tolentino Means&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)" bg=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/name.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;You are deeply philosophical and thoughtful. You tend to analyze every aspect of your life.&lt;br /&gt;You are intuitive, brilliant, and quite introverted. You value your time alone.&lt;br /&gt;Often times, you are grumpy with other people. You don't appreciate them trying to interfere in your affairs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;You are relaxed, chill, and very likely to go with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;You are light hearted and accepting. You don't get worked up easily.&lt;br /&gt;Well adjusted and incredibly happy, many people wonder what your secret to life is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are well rounded, with a complete perspective on life.&lt;br /&gt;You are solid and dependable. You are loyal, and people can count on you.&lt;br /&gt;At times, you can be a bit too serious. You tend to put too much pressure on yourself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;You are wild, crazy, and a huge rebel. You're always up to something.&lt;br /&gt;You have a ton of energy, and most people can't handle you. You're very intense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You definitely are a handful, and you're likely to get in trouble. But your kind of trouble is a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long.&lt;br /&gt;You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very hyper. You never slow down, even when it's killing you.&lt;br /&gt;You're the type of person who can be a workaholic during the day... and still have the energy to party all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your energy is definitely a magnet for those around you. People are addicted to your vibe.&lt;br /&gt;You are a free spirit, and you resent anyone who tries to fence you in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are unpredictable, adventurous, and always a little surprising.&lt;br /&gt;You may miss out by not settling down, but you're too busy having fun to care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very intuitive and wise. You understand the world better than most people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You also have a very active imagination. You often get carried away with your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;You are prone to a little paranoia and jealousy. You sometimes go overboard in interpreting signals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the total package - suave, sexy, smart, and strong.&lt;br /&gt;You have the whole world under your spell, and you can influence almost everyone you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't always resist your urges to crush the weak. Just remember, they don't have as much going for them as you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive.&lt;br /&gt;You have the classic "Type A" personality.&lt;br /&gt;You are balanced, orderly, and organized. You like your ducks in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are powerful and competent, especially in the workplace.&lt;br /&gt;People can see you as stubborn and headstrong. You definitely have a dominant personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone.&lt;br /&gt;You work hard not to rock the boat. Your easy going attitude brings people together.&lt;br /&gt;At times, you can be a little flaky and irresponsible. But for the important things, you pull it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a seeker. You often find yourself restless - and you have a lot of questions about life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to travel often, to fairly random locations. You're most comfortable when you're far away from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are quite passionate and easily tempted. Your impulses sometimes get you into trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/"&gt;What's Your Name's Hidden Meaning?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519208594359693072-3652245347243496369?l=nysatolentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/' title='My Names&apos; Hidden Meaning'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/feeds/3652245347243496369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3519208594359693072&amp;postID=3652245347243496369&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/3652245347243496369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/3652245347243496369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-names-hidden-meaning.html' title='My Names&apos; Hidden Meaning'/><author><name>Nysa Tolentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210905897682161824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Smkio61t_PI/AAAAAAAAANI/5YJAxlt44zM/S220/DSC00828.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519208594359693072.post-5439632087123290703</id><published>2008-08-22T20:00:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T11:24:35.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love less people</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I don't think I'm one of those so called "love less" people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I may not have romantic attachment right now, but I know that I'm much loved by my family and friends.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Having love in your life doesn't mean having a friendster profile stating you're "in a relationship", or having facebook pictures with your special someone.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But I guess, it all starts with giving love to your family and friends in ways that even those virtual accounts can't equal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Why I'm saying this? E kasi, and daming atribida na marunong pa sa'kin.. Harhar! E ayoko nga eh, bakit ba? hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519208594359693072-5439632087123290703?l=nysatolentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/feeds/5439632087123290703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3519208594359693072&amp;postID=5439632087123290703&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/5439632087123290703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/5439632087123290703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/2008/08/love-less-people.html' title='love less people'/><author><name>Nysa Tolentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210905897682161824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Smkio61t_PI/AAAAAAAAANI/5YJAxlt44zM/S220/DSC00828.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519208594359693072.post-1915088273197903577</id><published>2008-08-01T20:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T11:21:05.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting Anew</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Hey, i created my new and official blogspot account.&lt;br /&gt;I will be reposting my old writings.&lt;br /&gt;Please bear with me, i am reconstructing my life, este my blog... hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mwah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519208594359693072-1915088273197903577?l=nysatolentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/feeds/1915088273197903577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3519208594359693072&amp;postID=1915088273197903577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/1915088273197903577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/1915088273197903577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/2008/08/starting-anew.html' title='Starting Anew'/><author><name>Nysa Tolentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210905897682161824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Smkio61t_PI/AAAAAAAAANI/5YJAxlt44zM/S220/DSC00828.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519208594359693072.post-1497529845017928146</id><published>2007-01-02T16:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T11:18:08.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratitude Journal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I learned this thing early this morning from watching Homeboy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a journal where you can write down all the things you are thankful for that happened last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here’s my version:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Thanks to my new found friends: OSG friends, Te Angie, Betchai, James.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Thanks for the trips: Unisan, Quezon last May; Ilocos Sur last October; and Baguio last December 28-29. All made possible by KALIPI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Thanks to SolGen Nachura and Asec. Malaya: Nagkaroon ako ng dalawang trabaho dahil sa inyo. Naexperience ko ang magtrabaho sa Malacañan, at sa tempting City of Makati. Na-meet ko din ang mga bagong friends at nagkaroon ng malaking bonus. Hehe! To Sir Jof: para sa madalas na pag-treat samin sa gimikan. Nakapunta kami sa mga class restaurants and hotel (ex: Westin Phil. Plaza).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Thanks to Kuya Mar and Kuya Manny: para sa walang kapagurang paglalakad ng mga dokumento namin sa Malacañan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Thanks to Kuya Pekto: para sa di pagbibigay sakin ng malaking bayarin sa bahay, pagluluto ng masasarap na pagkain (na dahilan kaya mataba ako ngayon).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Thanks to Ate Angie: para sa masarap na pasta, sa pag-share ng problem mo, at sa tawanan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Thanks to Cez: for introducing iGen. I learned a lot from our experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Thanks to Kuya Rey: para sa palaging pakikinig ng aking istorya ng pag-ibig, kahit na umiiyak na ako sayo, di mo ko pinagtatawanan. And sa paglalaan ng oras at panahon sa ating treat-after-treat session.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Thanks to KALIPI HQ: para sa walang tigil na pagsuporta sa ASAP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Thanks to Juley, Betchai, Lheng and Franz: para sa pagsama sakin sa aking Christmas Vacation sa Pangasinan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Thanks to Franz: para sa pagpupuyat sa paggawa ng magagandang banners and posters ng ASAP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Thanks to Kuya Eric: for all the encouragements. Para sa pagsama saming pamilya nung Pasko at Bagong Taon. At sa pagdadala samin sa Baguio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Thanks to my Ate Daye. Para sa lagi mong pakikinig sa mga kwento ko. At pagpapatira sakin sa bahay mo every weekend. Thanks din sa pagbibigay ng aking Christmas Wish # 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Thanks to my relatives in Pangasinan: napakainit lagi ng pagtanggap nyo sa amin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Thanks to Jerald: para sa pagiging bahagi ng 2006 ko. Dahil sayo, samu’t-saring damdamin ang naramdaman ko. Marami akong natutunan. Thank you for the love. Thank you for the pain. Thank you for the memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Thanks to my younger sister, A. Kahit na lagi kang pasaway at sakit ng ulo, salamat sa pagsama sakin, paglalambing, at pagyakap pag natutulog tayo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Thanks to my Big Brother, Jan: para sa pagsuporta mo sakin lagi, financially and emotionally. Marami tayong naranasan ngayong taon na ‘to. Lagi mo kong pinapaiyak at pinupuyat. Salamat din at nakakapagkwentuhan tayo pag nagkikita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Thanks to my ever-loving nanay. Thanks for your love, patience, care, and respect. The best ka talaga! Love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Thanks to you O Lord! Para sa lahat ng blessings na binigay Mo sakin at sa aking pamilya. I love you po! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Sa lahat ng di ko nabanggit, di ko kayo nakalimutan, di lang nai-type. Salamat ng marami sa pagiging bahagi ng aking 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maraming salamat sa lahat ng bagay na dumating sakin ngayong 2006. Kayo ang bumuo sa taon ko. Maaring may nawala, ngunit may mga dumagdag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is so good talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Comentario:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;g.a.-fritz said:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;promote! promote! promote!&lt;br /&gt;kung cno man jan ang may kailangan sa isang Grafx Artist…&lt;br /&gt;kailangan ng anything about Grafx Designs…&lt;br /&gt;may bayad o wala… jz cnd a msg sa fwendster ko ha!!! tnx…&lt;br /&gt;— pagpapalawak ng kaalaman @ pagpapakilala na din! —&lt;br /&gt;= end =&lt;br /&gt;--February 20, 2007, 1:18 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519208594359693072-1497529845017928146?l=nysatolentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/feeds/1497529845017928146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3519208594359693072&amp;postID=1497529845017928146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/1497529845017928146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/1497529845017928146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/2007/01/gratitude-journal.html' title='Gratitude Journal'/><author><name>Nysa Tolentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210905897682161824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Smkio61t_PI/AAAAAAAAANI/5YJAxlt44zM/S220/DSC00828.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519208594359693072.post-6162172429221922515</id><published>2007-01-01T16:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T11:12:45.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Resolution</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;It's a tradition! Almost every people do this before or after the year ends. They say, it's their way of directing theirselves to which path they would like to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the sake of my love for blogging, i will try to list down my new year's resolution, for the first time, in my twenty two years of existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I will do this year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Treat myself a vacation in Bohol. (hopefully, this summer!)&lt;br /&gt;2. Put up a small business. (restobar for my nanay)&lt;br /&gt;3. Have an appliance, equipment or a gadget.&lt;br /&gt;4. Do a good deed (e.g. gift-giving for the orphans or calamity victims)&lt;br /&gt;5. Enroll next school year (AB Language or BS Business Administration)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I will &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; do this year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Over-spending. (I should save P1,500 from my monthly salary.)&lt;br /&gt;2. Sleeping late. (I should sleep before 12mn except for important activities.)&lt;br /&gt;3. Excessive eating. (minimal intake of food: 1 cup of rice, no fatty and oily foods)&lt;br /&gt;4. Sloth day. (it's really hard to wake up early during weekends..)&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;NO BOYFRIEND&lt;/strong&gt;. (The most difficult of all.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guide me, O Lord. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Comentario:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;betsy said:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nysa....now Q lng nasight etech,,,kktouch...u too...u r 1 of my "unforgettables" 4 d year 2006...hay...tnx 4 d frendship...hope it wud grow as our hair grows...mwah!!&lt;br /&gt;--January 20, 2007, 6:32 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nysa said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;nyek.. e bakit sa new years resolution ka nag comment...&lt;br /&gt;kaw talaga!!!&lt;br /&gt;comment ka pa ha...&lt;br /&gt;--January 22, 2007, 10:50 a.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519208594359693072-6162172429221922515?l=nysatolentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/feeds/6162172429221922515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3519208594359693072&amp;postID=6162172429221922515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/6162172429221922515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/6162172429221922515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-years-resolution.html' title='New Year&apos;s Resolution'/><author><name>Nysa Tolentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210905897682161824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Smkio61t_PI/AAAAAAAAANI/5YJAxlt44zM/S220/DSC00828.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519208594359693072.post-2236929283812706290</id><published>2006-12-26T08:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T11:11:02.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks for the Gifts!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Well, this post is dedicated to all those who granted my christmas wishes for 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Kuya Jan - for the Motorola V3x, kahit na babayaran ko siya sa'yo, thanks pa rin po.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Ate Daye - for giving my No.2 wish, PDA Volumes 1-4 CDs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Auntie Nora - for the silver shoulder bag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Kuya Rey - theatrical set of red earrings and necklace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Ate Donna - for the pink kulduroy shoulder bag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Atty. Hazel - for the cream kulduroy shoulder bag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Mommy Flor - Ate Daye's mom gave me foundation and bloody red lipstick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Sir Mel - for the eyeshadow and violet lipstick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Judge Marissa - for the eyeshadow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;And of course, my Christmas bonus - for the electric fan, high-heeled sandals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Thank you very much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519208594359693072-2236929283812706290?l=nysatolentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/feeds/2236929283812706290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3519208594359693072&amp;postID=2236929283812706290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/2236929283812706290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/2236929283812706290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/2006/12/thanks-for-gifts.html' title='Thanks for the Gifts!'/><author><name>Nysa Tolentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210905897682161824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Smkio61t_PI/AAAAAAAAANI/5YJAxlt44zM/S220/DSC00828.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519208594359693072.post-4152303988141042857</id><published>2006-12-01T08:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T11:09:52.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Wishlist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I don’t believe that people of the Philippines are poor. Look at the malls, cinemas, parks, coffee shops, restaurants, and bars. People from all walks of life can be seen in these places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I therefore conclude that Filipinos have lots of money these days. So I would like to ask for your gifts for me this coming Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 22 things listed here since I am 22 right now. You can look at my list so you can choose which gift you’d like to give me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Books: “Marie Antoinette: The Journey” by Antonia Fraser; “Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close” by Jonathan Safran Foer; “Rich Dad, Poor Dad” by Robert Kiyosaki; “Looking Back” by Ambeth Ocampo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;CDs: Pinoy Dream Academy Volumes 1-4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Sing Like A Champion VCD (The Company, Sarah Geronimo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Motorola Razr V3x (red, white or black); Cellphone case&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Portable DVD with Screen (white or red)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Sony Digicam 8.0 megapixels (can save 600+ pix)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Shoes: Rubber Shoes (black, white and red); Sandals (with 3-inch heels, black or gold); Flat funky shoes (green or white&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Wardrobe: Leggings (Bayo, Penshoppe); Funky Blouse (Penshoppe, Tomato); Formal Blouse Bayo); Slacks (black, cream, gray [kahit sa divi lang])&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Bags: Pony Bag (black); Jelly Bean Bag (green or red); Tote Bag (big in black or red); Hawk Backpack (blue or black)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Make-up Kit; Careline Pressed Powder; X-factor Lipstick; Body Shop Blush-on; Maybeline Eye Make-up; San-San Eye Liner; Make-up applicator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Bean Bag (red, green or yellow)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Tazmania bed sheet from Baguio (blue)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Chandelier earrings (green, red, yellow) and KSP bracelet (black or green) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;1-yr supply of Globe 500 prepaid cards (twice a month)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Egg big belt (dark color please)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Nivea Anti-Cellulite Lotion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Magic Sing with duet mic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;DVDs – Harry Potter series LOTR series, Richard Geres’, Nicole Kidmans’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;1-yr supply Creamsilk Pink and Blue (once a month)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Electric Fan (this is for my mom)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;iPod (ewan ko kung ilang GB dapat, basta ung makapagstore ng 10000 songs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;magnets (na may different statements)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;You may choose from the things listed above. If you can’t afford, you may improvise. You can go to divi or quiapo to buy me gifts for a cheaper price. But always think that things bought from these places will not last. Favor, for CDs, VCDs and DVDs, only the original please.. Let us support our artists and say NO to Piracy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas to all! Mwah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519208594359693072-4152303988141042857?l=nysatolentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/feeds/4152303988141042857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3519208594359693072&amp;postID=4152303988141042857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/4152303988141042857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/4152303988141042857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-wishlist.html' title='Christmas Wishlist'/><author><name>Nysa Tolentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210905897682161824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Smkio61t_PI/AAAAAAAAANI/5YJAxlt44zM/S220/DSC00828.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519208594359693072.post-950148362670622225</id><published>2006-11-21T08:40:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T11:06:00.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Star-Gazing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Hay, I can’t believe that my day would be very exciting until I went to the mall last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a tiring trip from Vigan, Ilocos Sur, I wasn’t able to come to office on time. I slept from 3am till 10am, and then went to the office. I had a hard time doing my work, because I am really sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Ilocos last Thursday night and arrived at around 6am in Ilocos Marina Resort Club, Santiago, Ilocos Sur for a Leadership Youth Camp, organized by the KALIPI-University of Northern Philippines and sponsored by BM Zuriel Zaragoza of the 2nd District of Ilocos Sur. The Camp started at 3pm, Friday with Amazing Race. 70 students from UNP-Vigan and Candon actively took part. We had our Solidarity Night with a theme “ROCKISTA”. Each group performed their Tunog-Tao presentation. The Camp ended on Sunday with a little sadness in everybody’s face, but also a smile, brought by the enjoyment and new friends they’ve met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/SNrfYF77sSI/AAAAAAAAADc/H0n8yfjG8A4/s1600-h/lea.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249753920657142050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/SNrfYF77sSI/AAAAAAAAADc/H0n8yfjG8A4/s320/lea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The facilitators went to Vigan to buy pasalubong for their friends and loved ones. So last night, I was obliged to meet Kuya Rey and Ces to give them my pasalubong. We had our dinner at Mann Hann in Megamall (tnx for the treat, kuya rey! Well, I think, it’s my turn again.. ang bilis..).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we went to the cinema after I learned that Lea Salonga was one of the judges of Philippine Idol in Cinema 3. To my surprise (and even to kuya rey’s surprise), we saw Eula Valdez in her black terno carrying a bouquet of flowers. She was with Tita Ange (wow, close!). We were star struck by her presence, that we didn’t realize that we can have a picture with her. Too late, she walked away before we thought of taking a picture of her. (hay, sobrang sayang talaga, kasi we have all the opportunity, kaso nastarstruck talaga kami sa kanya).. Then as we walked through the cinema, we have seen Meryll Soriano being interviewed for her movie REKADOS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinema 3 is at the corner side of the cinemas in Megamall.. We saw people taking pictures with a celebrity. So we went on, and surprisingly saw Ms. Lea Salonga.. She is really beautiful in her gold-black blouse and black slacks. I felt like I was going to faint that time. She even walked in front of me. Too sad, we haven't taken a picture of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we walked out of the cinema and saw China Cojuangco and took a picture of her with Kuya Rey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed for a while outside of the Cinema, and realized that it’s also the premiere night of GIGIL. We saw stars and we felt like we were stalkers that time. We have seen, Joseph Bitangcol, Sandara Park, Uma Khouny, Jason (PBB), Rico Barrera, Miguel aka Boom, Say Alonzo, Katrina Halili,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/SNrftwgSrAI/AAAAAAAAADk/yKpzGlxsacU/s1600-h/lea.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249754292861185026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/SNrftwgSrAI/AAAAAAAAADk/yKpzGlxsacU/s320/lea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/SNrf52RZ4LI/AAAAAAAAADs/VmyHXEA92f4/s1600-h/lea.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249754500567785650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/SNrf52RZ4LI/AAAAAAAAADs/VmyHXEA92f4/s320/lea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my other Idol, Ms. Nene Tamayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/SNrgFMEbvQI/AAAAAAAAAD0/TdeUbsP80hQ/s1600-h/lea.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249754695397522690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/SNrgFMEbvQI/AAAAAAAAAD0/TdeUbsP80hQ/s320/lea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really happy when we finally had a picture with Nene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/SNrgO4tQl2I/AAAAAAAAAD8/FAFVeV3ppAY/s1600-h/lea.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249754861998741346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/SNrgO4tQl2I/AAAAAAAAAD8/FAFVeV3ppAY/s320/lea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s really kind, and a soft-spoken individual. She just smiled and say nothing but ‘thanks’. But I love her really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoaa! I really love that night.. Imagine, meeting your top three local idols: Ms. Nene Tamayo, Ms. Eula Valdez, and Ms. Lea Salonga. It’s like I am a star-gazer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Lord, for creating Malls, pasalubong and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Comentario:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;donnabee said:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow galing! swerte mo naman ate nyza. nene rocks! yoohoo!&lt;br /&gt;--December 7, 2006, 2:33 p.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519208594359693072-950148362670622225?l=nysatolentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/feeds/950148362670622225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3519208594359693072&amp;postID=950148362670622225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/950148362670622225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/950148362670622225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/2006/11/star-gazing.html' title='Star-Gazing!'/><author><name>Nysa Tolentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210905897682161824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Smkio61t_PI/AAAAAAAAANI/5YJAxlt44zM/S220/DSC00828.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/SNrfYF77sSI/AAAAAAAAADc/H0n8yfjG8A4/s72-c/lea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519208594359693072.post-2027395227928273320</id><published>2006-10-21T08:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T11:04:12.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>alas, an encounter with my idol!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Isang Biyernes, October 20, 2006, nagmamadaling umalis ng opisina sina DAYEdalera at Bloggerista.. Pupunta sila ng concert ng kanilang idol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habang nasa daan at nakasakay sa taxi, pinipilit nilang itago ang kanilang excitement, naglaro sila ng mga may kinalaman sa plate number. May nakita kasi silang mga plate numbers na nakakatuwa (XGF - ex girlfriend; at UYY - last name ng isa sa kanilang mga boss). Pagkatapos ay naglaro ng buo-buoan ng salita na may mga letra mula sa plate numbers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagdating nila sa Cultural Center of the Philippines, hindi pa nagsisimula ang konsierto kaya't naghapunan muna sila sa pancake house sa loob ng harbour complex, tapat lamang ng CCP. Excited silang makakain ng chicken dahil ipinagmamalaki ito ni Bloggerista. Sa kasamaang-palad, hindi nag-enjoy si DAYEdalera kaya nagyosi sya sa labas.. Buti na lang, bumalik sa kanya ang karma nang may isang tsinoy na bata ang nagsabi sa kanyang ama, "Look Dad, she's a girl and she's smoking!" haha! sutil na bata..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagkatapos kumain ay dali-dali na silang pumasok sa CCP. Ang magandang balita ay malapit sila sa stage. O-15 ang upuan ni Bloggerista.. 15 seats ang layo mula sa stage. Bago magsimula ang programa, inihayag na andoon rin pala at nanonood ang Pangulo ng Republika ng Pilipinas, her Excellency Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo. Ang magandang balita, pang-1500 lang ang tiket nya, sila 2000. haha! well, ang pwestong yun ay para talaga sa mga VIP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang konsiertong pinakahihintay nina DAYEdalera at Bloggerista ay ang "Tomorrow", ang konsierto ni Lea Salonga. Parehong tagahanga ni Lea Salonga ang dalawa kaya kahit mahal ang tiket, okey lang sa kanila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagsimula ang konsierto sa pag-awit ng Lupang Hinirang. Ang programa ay nag-umpisa kay Julia Abueva na paikot-ikot sa stage habang sinusundan ang iba't ibang kulay na siyang pinasimulan ng unang awit na True Colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matapos ang ilang awitin ay nagkaroon ng 15 minutes break. Nagbanyo muna sila, pero hindi sabay. Hindi nasimulan ni Bloggerista ang ikalawang yugto, dahil masyadong marami ang nasa banyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natapos ang konsierto sa awiting Tomorrow, ang pinakatema ng konsierto. Ngunit dahil sa hindi mapigilang paghanga ng mga manonood, muling umawit si Lea Salonga ng Pagdating ng Panahon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lumabas na sila sa loob ng Bulwagan ngunit bitin pa rin sa presensya ni Lea Salonga. Naghintay sila sa labas upang makatingin na rin ng souvenir items, gaya ng albums, CDs, at souvenir program ng konsierto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maya-maya ay nagkaingay na ang mga tao. Si Lea Salonga na raw ang lumabas. Dahil sa excitement ni Bloggerista, sumingit sya sa mga tao, at nakitang si PGMA pala un. Umatras sila, dahil hindi na sila masyadong interesado. Ilang beses na nilang nakadaupang palad si PGMA. Maya-maya pa'y pababa ng hagdanan ang bumubuo sa konsierto kabilang na si Ms. Lea Salonga. Dali-dali silang pumunta sa lugar na un, at inihanda ang kamera. Kinuhanan lang nila si Ms. Lea Salonga hanggang sa ito'y umakyat na muli sa hagdanan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/SNrdCVVVEAI/AAAAAAAAADU/m9pzMSE0mUw/s1600-h/lea.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249751347809816578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/SNrdCVVVEAI/AAAAAAAAADU/m9pzMSE0mUw/s320/lea.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kaya nag-picture taking na lang sila sa tabi ng poster. Nakabili din sila ng souvenir ng konsierto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isa itong hindi makakalimutang pangyayari sa kanilang buhay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang mga nagsiganap:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daye Tolentino as DAYEdalera&lt;br /&gt;Nysa Tolentino as Bloggerista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519208594359693072-2027395227928273320?l=nysatolentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/feeds/2027395227928273320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3519208594359693072&amp;postID=2027395227928273320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/2027395227928273320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/2027395227928273320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/2006/10/alas-encounter-with-my-idol.html' title='alas, an encounter with my idol!'/><author><name>Nysa Tolentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210905897682161824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Smkio61t_PI/AAAAAAAAANI/5YJAxlt44zM/S220/DSC00828.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/SNrdCVVVEAI/AAAAAAAAADU/m9pzMSE0mUw/s72-c/lea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519208594359693072.post-8811994650478555068</id><published>2006-10-19T08:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T11:02:33.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Proud to be BULAKENYA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Bulacan province, which revived the spirit of cooperativism, focused on education, promoted women empowerment through the Provincial Commission for the Women of Bulacan and encouraged feedback from constituents through the Constituent Responsive Governance Project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bulacan is one of the 10 local government units to receive a special citation from the United Nations which recognizes efforts to fulfill a global promise to eradicate poverty by 2015.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The challenged was specified into eight (8) Millenium Development Goals:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Eradicate extreme poverty and hunger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Achieve universal primary education.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Promote gender equality and empowering women.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Reduce child mortality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Improve maternal health.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Combat the spread of HIV/AIDS, malaria and other diseases.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Ensure environmental sustainability.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Develop global partnerships for development.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Having this award is such a great news for all Bulakenyos. Also, a sign to unite and help the government improve more and achieve the Millenium Development Goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very overwhelmed, and very proud that I am from Bulacan and glad that I am a Bulakenya. Long way to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.inq7.net/archive_article/index.php?ver=1&amp;amp;index=1&amp;amp;story_id=27498"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Inq7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt; for more info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519208594359693072-8811994650478555068?l=nysatolentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/feeds/8811994650478555068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3519208594359693072&amp;postID=8811994650478555068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/8811994650478555068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519208594359693072/posts/default/8811994650478555068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysatolentino.blogspot.com/2006/10/proud-to-be-bulakenya.html' title='Proud to be BULAKENYA!'/><author><name>Nysa Tolentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210905897682161824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib8E9Eyfxz8/Smkio61t_PI/AAAAAAAAANI/5YJAxlt44zM/S220/DSC00828.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
