<?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-2738243845487177378</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:40:10.660-05:00</updated><category term='dreams'/><category term='trust'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='movies'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='family'/><category term='food and drinks'/><category term='myself'/><category term='bucket list'/><category term='faith'/><category term='health'/><category term='love'/><category term='Filipino'/><category term='life'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>ramblings of a boisterous mind</title><subtitle type='html'>i wanna talk about... anything. ♥</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>chiclois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00229471973519117768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6L30hZ8NaIg/SkQh_zEkEYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/iwdGG3ieUqw/S220/DSC01346.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2738243845487177378.post-6268336813602777639</id><published>2011-10-04T19:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T19:57:40.468-04:00</updated><title type='text'>iPhone-5 shy</title><summary type='text'>

Twas the night before Apple's event, when all through the 'net
Not a blogger was snoozing, not even Henry Blodget.
All the cameras were placed on tripods with care,
In hopes that a new iPhone would soon be there.

Everyone kept clutching at the vaguest rumor threads,
While visions of real product leaks danced through their heads.
And the editors in their offices and the interns in their homes,
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/feeds/6268336813602777639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2011/10/iphone-5-shy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/6268336813602777639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/6268336813602777639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2011/10/iphone-5-shy.html' title='iPhone-5 shy'/><author><name>chiclois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00229471973519117768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6L30hZ8NaIg/SkQh_zEkEYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/iwdGG3ieUqw/S220/DSC01346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2738243845487177378.post-258908080646149816</id><published>2011-09-24T13:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T10:14:57.407-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You say I'm like the weather</title><summary type='text'>
You say I'm like the weather. I'm too unpredictable.I can be bright &amp; warm like the sun.I can be gloomy like it's about to rain.I can also be as terrible as the storms come - surprisingly bringing you down.
You say I'm like the weather.
I'm too unpredictable.
But even if it's raining, you know the sun is always somewhere hidden beyond the clouds.
The heart always burns out brighter after the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/feeds/258908080646149816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2011/09/you-say-im-like-weather.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/258908080646149816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/258908080646149816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2011/09/you-say-im-like-weather.html' title='You say I&apos;m like the weather'/><author><name>chiclois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00229471973519117768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6L30hZ8NaIg/SkQh_zEkEYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/iwdGG3ieUqw/S220/DSC01346.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RprZ0WoFq7Y/TonDKdRiX1I/AAAAAAAAAcE/o3P7iV1aHzY/s72-c/Weather-Icon.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2738243845487177378.post-6061089738030468540</id><published>2011-09-21T23:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T23:42:51.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The angry bird that makes everyone smile</title><summary type='text'>World, meet Angry Bird!Name: Seth Nathaniel Revil PascoB-date: 28 August 2011Residence: V Rama St, Cebu City</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/feeds/6061089738030468540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2011/09/angry-bird-that-makes-everyone-smile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/6061089738030468540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/6061089738030468540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2011/09/angry-bird-that-makes-everyone-smile.html' title='The angry bird that makes everyone smile'/><author><name>chiclois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00229471973519117768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6L30hZ8NaIg/SkQh_zEkEYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/iwdGG3ieUqw/S220/DSC01346.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jbKk0HrbCXg/TnquvJmizbI/AAAAAAAAAZs/V4Kb520qf34/s72-c/photo-771305.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2738243845487177378.post-2758867918638273192</id><published>2011-09-12T19:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T19:32:07.683-04:00</updated><title type='text'>wall of ice</title><summary type='text'>

I tried to reach out to you today, in multiple ways. But you only brushed me off because you're busy or something else... This scene looks like a replay, trying to look back on the other times this happened. 
I may be reading too much into it, but I think that you are mad at me. I wasn't sure so I asked. But you are cold and detached. Then when you left without even talking to me, I knew then </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/feeds/2758867918638273192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2011/09/wall-of-ice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/2758867918638273192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/2758867918638273192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2011/09/wall-of-ice.html' title='wall of ice'/><author><name>chiclois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00229471973519117768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6L30hZ8NaIg/SkQh_zEkEYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/iwdGG3ieUqw/S220/DSC01346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2738243845487177378.post-5393272187144018263</id><published>2011-09-09T14:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T14:57:04.074-04:00</updated><title type='text'>can you be my cotton?</title><summary type='text'>I'd like to believe I'm an absorbent cotton. I'd rather read and ingest all the ideas the author is trying to message whether indirectly or not; than sharing what I've gathered. Hmm. No, I don't think so... Really! I'm quite the opposite.Sometimes when I get excited, I tell the next person what it is about or how I think about it. Ha ha! I can get annoying like that, but my friends tell me I'm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/feeds/5393272187144018263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2011/09/can-you-be-my-cotton.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/5393272187144018263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/5393272187144018263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2011/09/can-you-be-my-cotton.html' title='can you be my cotton?'/><author><name>chiclois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00229471973519117768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6L30hZ8NaIg/SkQh_zEkEYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/iwdGG3ieUqw/S220/DSC01346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2738243845487177378.post-3200436556671055792</id><published>2011-09-02T13:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T13:02:02.761-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my dream wedding</title><summary type='text'>I have just been recently engaged, and it's the greatest thing! My boyfriend was the sweetest --- he bought me a beautiful engagement ring. And the proposal? Well, we were both in tears. We were both so giddy about the next chapter of our lives. 
Now, for the mean time, I want to share what I want for my wedding.Well, I haven't really been dreaming about the actual wedding. Rather, I have my own </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/feeds/3200436556671055792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-dream-wedding.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/3200436556671055792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/3200436556671055792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-dream-wedding.html' title='my dream wedding'/><author><name>chiclois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00229471973519117768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6L30hZ8NaIg/SkQh_zEkEYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/iwdGG3ieUqw/S220/DSC01346.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-emK4HTyMe0Q/TmD5Zx6UzMI/AAAAAAAAAX0/dYehg2gnblc/s72-c/2011-09-02+11h36_54.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2738243845487177378.post-3232526545411832548</id><published>2011-07-24T21:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T20:53:25.472-04:00</updated><title type='text'>scribble</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/feeds/3232526545411832548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2011/07/scribble.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/3232526545411832548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/3232526545411832548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2011/07/scribble.html' title='scribble'/><author><name>chiclois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00229471973519117768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6L30hZ8NaIg/SkQh_zEkEYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/iwdGG3ieUqw/S220/DSC01346.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0QgMiBt7u38/Tiy-hpmJLmI/AAAAAAAAAUg/JSw-Kb6Qc8s/s72-c/photo-705476.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2738243845487177378.post-5544696115423082302</id><published>2011-07-04T13:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T13:39:39.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'>finding needles</title><summary type='text'>I quote Steve Jobs as to the difficulty in finding the right applicant to fill the vacancy whether it's a new position or as a back-fill for someone who left the company. This is what he said:
Recruiting is hard. It’s just finding the needles in the haystack. You can’t know enough in a one-hour interview.So, in the end, it’s ultimately based on your gut. How do I feel about this person? What are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/feeds/5544696115423082302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2011/07/finding-needles.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/5544696115423082302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/5544696115423082302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2011/07/finding-needles.html' title='finding needles'/><author><name>chiclois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00229471973519117768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6L30hZ8NaIg/SkQh_zEkEYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/iwdGG3ieUqw/S220/DSC01346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2738243845487177378.post-9179647563907577928</id><published>2011-07-02T23:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T13:28:28.445-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Brand New Day</title><summary type='text'>

Some kind of magic 
happens late at night
when the moon smiles at me
and bathes me in its light


It's a brand new day
The sun is shining
It's a brand new day
For the first time in such a long, long time
I know I'll be OK




-Joshua Radin-








xoxo
Sent from my iPhone</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/feeds/9179647563907577928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2011/07/brand-new-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/9179647563907577928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/9179647563907577928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2011/07/brand-new-day.html' title='Brand New Day'/><author><name>chiclois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00229471973519117768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6L30hZ8NaIg/SkQh_zEkEYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/iwdGG3ieUqw/S220/DSC01346.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J_W2qnEmrIU/Tg_e0OnhK_I/AAAAAAAAARo/UVCpmti8gZg/s72-c/photo-728008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2738243845487177378.post-1018959462695034845</id><published>2011-06-28T20:51:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T21:35:20.752-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>and when it's time...</title><summary type='text'>





It's inevitable. I'm going away... away from the family that I have known to love for the last two and a half years. The team who has taught me a lot of things; one of which was how to be strong to face the challenges ahead. I can try to show to them how they mean to me, individually and as a whole group. But I don't wanna cry every time. 


Inasmuch as I want to say that I've been proud to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/feeds/1018959462695034845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2011/06/again-loss-for-words.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/1018959462695034845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/1018959462695034845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2011/06/again-loss-for-words.html' title='and when it&apos;s time...'/><author><name>chiclois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00229471973519117768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6L30hZ8NaIg/SkQh_zEkEYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/iwdGG3ieUqw/S220/DSC01346.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rz5gHoB3ceU/TgvPc05i99I/AAAAAAAAARg/ALJueSdVnjY/s72-c/DSC08048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2738243845487177378.post-6342678248301748293</id><published>2011-06-25T11:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T11:51:30.566-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>roll with the punches</title><summary type='text'>Someone told me about her version of the old adage that goes:
"Huwag mong gawin sa iba kung ayaw mong gawain nila sa yo."


and her version goes like this:
"Huwag mong gawin sa iba kung ayaw mong gawain nila sa anak mo."




In English, it means "Don't do unto others what you do not want them to do to your kids."


It got me thinking and I agree with her on this, that sometimes you can take crap </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/feeds/6342678248301748293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2011/06/roll-with-punches.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/6342678248301748293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/6342678248301748293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2011/06/roll-with-punches.html' title='roll with the punches'/><author><name>chiclois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00229471973519117768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6L30hZ8NaIg/SkQh_zEkEYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/iwdGG3ieUqw/S220/DSC01346.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r1s7cR-DcDI/TgX8YqkGbaI/AAAAAAAAARU/5ch_9e0LoBE/s72-c/248846_136818423061694_100002006123972_258539_5289832_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2738243845487177378.post-8994737847169146661</id><published>2011-06-01T01:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T21:05:54.805-04:00</updated><title type='text'>8-21-18-22-5</title><summary type='text'>A friend once shared to me that he is estranged to his father, or rather his father is estranged to him. I'm not quite sure. He goes on that it's been 3 years now since he last saw or even spoke with his father. That he may or may not see his father when his father may or may not come home.
A shiver went up my spine. I can't imagine what he must be feeling. Is it longingness? Or does he feel </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/feeds/8994737847169146661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2011/06/8-21-18-19-5.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/8994737847169146661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/8994737847169146661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2011/06/8-21-18-19-5.html' title='8-21-18-22-5'/><author><name>chiclois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00229471973519117768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6L30hZ8NaIg/SkQh_zEkEYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/iwdGG3ieUqw/S220/DSC01346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2738243845487177378.post-2412184469828933349</id><published>2011-05-17T22:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T22:17:28.671-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1</title><summary type='text'>

The only person who really knows me, who cares about me and loves me is now hurting because of me. I lied to him yesterday. I was scared to let him know where I was and who I was with because we might fight again. I didn't want us to fight. But he found out. I could never really lie to him, he knows. He always knows me. Now, he wants to end our more than 7-year relationship. 
And now I am </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/feeds/2412184469828933349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-1.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/2412184469828933349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/2412184469828933349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-1.html' title='Day 1'/><author><name>chiclois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00229471973519117768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6L30hZ8NaIg/SkQh_zEkEYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/iwdGG3ieUqw/S220/DSC01346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2738243845487177378.post-1817808371243502416</id><published>2011-05-16T21:36:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T22:10:49.916-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filipino'/><title type='text'>I am a Filipino.</title><summary type='text'>Warm tears keep trekking down my face once it started. I tried in vain to stop them from falling. It was the first time I felt a sense of awareness or enlightenment; but instead of feeling pride from the wisdom I felt, I can only feel pain. It hurts me to realize that I have been a lukewarm Filipino my whole life. I cannot blame this from my environment --- always being exposed to western brands </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/feeds/1817808371243502416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-am-filipino.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/1817808371243502416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/1817808371243502416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-am-filipino.html' title='I am a Filipino.'/><author><name>chiclois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00229471973519117768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6L30hZ8NaIg/SkQh_zEkEYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/iwdGG3ieUqw/S220/DSC01346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2738243845487177378.post-3527907584534307701</id><published>2011-05-09T01:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T01:48:46.340-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>The Adjustment Bureau</title><summary type='text'>"I'm coming with you."A simple line but it struck me the most.The movie talks to me about faith, love and trust.Faith, because of the underlying theme of The Chairman. The One who writes the path or what we might call destiny. Though there's always Chance - this is what's variable in life - yet most people don't do something about it.Love. All movies, all songs everywhere always has an underlying</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.theadjustmentbureau.com/' title='The Adjustment Bureau'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/feeds/3527907584534307701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2011/05/adjustment-bureau.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/3527907584534307701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/3527907584534307701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2011/05/adjustment-bureau.html' title='The Adjustment Bureau'/><author><name>chiclois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00229471973519117768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6L30hZ8NaIg/SkQh_zEkEYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/iwdGG3ieUqw/S220/DSC01346.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yABi6ShNvuM/Tcd_FO2PJ0I/AAAAAAAAAQo/DcybVO1SWRs/s72-c/theadjustmentbureau.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2738243845487177378.post-14232228307115556</id><published>2011-05-06T05:55:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T07:15:40.722-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food and drinks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>where the love is in a cup of frozen dairy sweets</title><summary type='text'>If you should know, somewhere in this mess of a blog, I posted my love of KFC krushers. It was the caramel crunch variety that I loved first, but sad to say, it did not last long like the other flavors. Oh well.Then last year, I was sent here to Pasig for training. It was then, that I was brought to a frozen delightful corner that introduced me to and I fell in love at first sip with Caramel </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/feeds/14232228307115556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2011/05/where-love-is-in-cup-of-frozen-dairy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/14232228307115556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/14232228307115556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2011/05/where-love-is-in-cup-of-frozen-dairy.html' title='where the love is in a cup of frozen dairy sweets'/><author><name>chiclois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00229471973519117768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6L30hZ8NaIg/SkQh_zEkEYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/iwdGG3ieUqw/S220/DSC01346.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4Q-KCmmSvcY/TcPSBJ0ZIbI/AAAAAAAAAQY/LuTJn1Q8p80/s72-c/DQmoolatte.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2738243845487177378.post-1046980202316871990</id><published>2011-05-04T22:24:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T22:45:57.708-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>mint</title><summary type='text'>Life is good. Sometimes, it isn't but TODAY it is.That's enough for me.May the endorphins lull me to sleep now.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/feeds/1046980202316871990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2011/05/mint.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/1046980202316871990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/1046980202316871990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2011/05/mint.html' title='mint'/><author><name>chiclois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00229471973519117768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6L30hZ8NaIg/SkQh_zEkEYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/iwdGG3ieUqw/S220/DSC01346.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SiUx0VOEzvk/TcINl9yOYQI/AAAAAAAAAP4/nBEn0FRtGSw/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2738243845487177378.post-8920447428553672303</id><published>2011-05-04T21:13:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T22:05:43.862-04:00</updated><title type='text'>broken glass</title><summary type='text'>I miss you.I know that I have been truant for about a year now, and I know it's inexcusable. But let me try to rationalize why I haven't been to see you for such a long time. I've been busy. Yeah, that's right. After my last post, I was so preoccupied with work that I got too focused or distracted (however you want to see it) that every time I reach home, I get so tired and I can't even come up </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/feeds/8920447428553672303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2011/05/broken-glass.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/8920447428553672303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/8920447428553672303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2011/05/broken-glass.html' title='broken glass'/><author><name>chiclois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00229471973519117768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6L30hZ8NaIg/SkQh_zEkEYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/iwdGG3ieUqw/S220/DSC01346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2738243845487177378.post-2290156863764361403</id><published>2010-04-28T01:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T22:47:07.965-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>missing link</title><summary type='text'>I feel out of sync today.Someone let me down and it's hard when it's someone you care about.I used to tell people that I am her friend, not because I needed her but because I want to be there when she needs me. It has been that way since I met her. She was part of my team, a new team in a new account. We were both noisy, we talk and laugh boisterously.We've only been friends for more than 2 years</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/feeds/2290156863764361403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2010/04/missing-link.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/2290156863764361403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/2290156863764361403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2010/04/missing-link.html' title='missing link'/><author><name>chiclois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00229471973519117768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6L30hZ8NaIg/SkQh_zEkEYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/iwdGG3ieUqw/S220/DSC01346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2738243845487177378.post-2288155292821492738</id><published>2010-04-17T08:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T08:33:31.597-04:00</updated><title type='text'>handheld soulmate</title><summary type='text'>They say I'm a gadget freak. I'm not. If you insist, I'd rather call myself phone freak. I love mobile phones. I especially loved the technology when they incorporated music and camera and whatnots.Ever since 3G phones was introduced to this world, I never could be happy with one phone for more than 6 months. Pathetic? Not really... I just love them! And my phones adore me too. Seriously. Just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/feeds/2288155292821492738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2010/04/handheld-soulmate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/2288155292821492738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/2288155292821492738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2010/04/handheld-soulmate.html' title='handheld soulmate'/><author><name>chiclois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00229471973519117768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6L30hZ8NaIg/SkQh_zEkEYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/iwdGG3ieUqw/S220/DSC01346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2738243845487177378.post-9054191916448837608</id><published>2010-03-29T23:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T22:46:37.316-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Her Love</title><summary type='text'>We were inside the car then. We were supposed to go attend mass in the church but we did not go inside. For whatever reason, we hung out in the car instead. I was glad I joined her in the air-conditioned comfort than sitting in the warm pews on an afternoon mass.She started talking about my brother. Let me say that among us 3, he must be the most dear to her. He is the only boy, after all. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/feeds/9054191916448837608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2010/03/her-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/9054191916448837608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/9054191916448837608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2010/03/her-love.html' title='Her Love'/><author><name>chiclois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00229471973519117768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6L30hZ8NaIg/SkQh_zEkEYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/iwdGG3ieUqw/S220/DSC01346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2738243845487177378.post-4349967141118591545</id><published>2010-03-13T04:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T22:46:37.318-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>2 centimeters</title><summary type='text'>I miss him, as I miss him in all of the days I'm not with him. Some days are bad, some days are worse. But I keep smiling on facing my days in the knowledge of his love.Loving someone so much could hurt and in ways you have not imagined. I can be melodramatic and say that I've been through the worst. I probably haven't because if I already did, I wouldn't have survived. I know. My pain threshold </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/feeds/4349967141118591545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2010/03/2-centimeters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/4349967141118591545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/4349967141118591545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2010/03/2-centimeters.html' title='2 centimeters'/><author><name>chiclois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00229471973519117768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6L30hZ8NaIg/SkQh_zEkEYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/iwdGG3ieUqw/S220/DSC01346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2738243845487177378.post-8576383400916849293</id><published>2010-02-28T02:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T03:37:19.684-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Witch of Portobello</title><summary type='text'>The Witch of Portobello by Paulo Coelho Just recently finished reading this paperback. The story revolves on a woman who has influenced a lot of people she knew. She was thought to be a witch by the people who don't know her yet dislike her. The book had been a series of transcriptions from interviews of people who had been part of her life. I don't agree with most part of the beliefs that the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/feeds/8576383400916849293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2010/02/witch-of-portobello.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/8576383400916849293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/8576383400916849293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2010/02/witch-of-portobello.html' title='The Witch of Portobello'/><author><name>chiclois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00229471973519117768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6L30hZ8NaIg/SkQh_zEkEYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/iwdGG3ieUqw/S220/DSC01346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2738243845487177378.post-6555553243384170733</id><published>2010-01-16T06:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T06:49:15.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my hostage in laundry</title><summary type='text'>You know how everyone says: "Walang manloloko kung walang magpapaloko." Well, let me tell you this is BS. I don't believe in that. Until just recently...  Last December I hired a laundry woman as recommended by our landlady's helper. We discussed and agreed how the payment goes and the schedule of laundry pick-up and delivery. Everything was good for the first 2 weeks. The last batch of laundry I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/feeds/6555553243384170733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-hostage-in-laundry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/6555553243384170733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/6555553243384170733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-hostage-in-laundry.html' title='my hostage in laundry'/><author><name>chiclois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00229471973519117768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6L30hZ8NaIg/SkQh_zEkEYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/iwdGG3ieUqw/S220/DSC01346.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6L30hZ8NaIg/S1Gnri76s9I/AAAAAAAAAO4/tVUoBCyRvGY/s72-c/dirty-laundry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2738243845487177378.post-1862346067059305131</id><published>2009-12-24T15:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T17:06:55.391-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm standing stranded on the same ground.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/feeds/1862346067059305131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-standing-stranded-on-same-ground.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/1862346067059305131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/1862346067059305131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-standing-stranded-on-same-ground.html' title=''/><author><name>chiclois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00229471973519117768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6L30hZ8NaIg/SkQh_zEkEYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/iwdGG3ieUqw/S220/DSC01346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2738243845487177378.post-4121284711453299565</id><published>2009-12-23T14:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T14:34:54.951-05:00</updated><title type='text'>scribbles -- 12.20</title><summary type='text'>In Facebook, a lot of friends has answered "100 truths about me" and tagged me so I can fill it out. It's a way of sharing details about yourself in a summarized form.One truth about me is that I'm afraid of heights. I'm not sure if I can be categorized as altophobic. When I go to a theme park, I don't do Ferris Wheels but I rode on one roller coaster. I won't do it again, though. If you're in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/feeds/4121284711453299565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2009/12/scribbles-1220.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/4121284711453299565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/4121284711453299565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2009/12/scribbles-1220.html' title='scribbles -- 12.20'/><author><name>chiclois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00229471973519117768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6L30hZ8NaIg/SkQh_zEkEYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/iwdGG3ieUqw/S220/DSC01346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2738243845487177378.post-1892291134941603668</id><published>2009-12-09T05:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T05:12:31.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>scribbles -- 12.5</title><summary type='text'>I wish I was tall. If I would want to change something about me, it would be the height. But I was wondering why I still keep on wearing flat sandals or flip-flops which do not seem to flatter. I plan to start wearing heels more often so I can get used to them and also make me appear taller. This is gonna be one of new year's resolutions. Well, I'm just wondering why they call it that if it does </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/feeds/1892291134941603668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2009/12/scribbles-125.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/1892291134941603668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/1892291134941603668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2009/12/scribbles-125.html' title='scribbles -- 12.5'/><author><name>chiclois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00229471973519117768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6L30hZ8NaIg/SkQh_zEkEYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/iwdGG3ieUqw/S220/DSC01346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2738243845487177378.post-760656320992301617</id><published>2009-12-03T20:40:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T21:05:14.741-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Damning Silence</title><summary type='text'>I know I haven't said a word last month, even though I promised myself that I would always post an entry at least every month. I can easily say I have been busy to find time to lie down (this is usually my lightbulb-moments position) and type away on the Acer laptop. But that would be wrong. I'm not really sure why I haven't visited my dashboard for over 6 weeks. Anyway, I'm back! I promise I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/feeds/760656320992301617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2009/12/damning-silence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/760656320992301617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/760656320992301617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2009/12/damning-silence.html' title='Damning Silence'/><author><name>chiclois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00229471973519117768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6L30hZ8NaIg/SkQh_zEkEYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/iwdGG3ieUqw/S220/DSC01346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2738243845487177378.post-2587304050687164492</id><published>2009-10-15T07:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T07:11:25.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'>-untitled-</title><summary type='text'>i love him because even though he knows how to make me cry, he doesn't let me. i love him because he is not afraid to cry.  i love him because he can incite anger from me yet he calms me down. i love him because when he gets mad at me, he doesn´t ignore me. i love him because he lets me in his secrets and we laugh about them. i love him because can make me smile at the littlest things. i love him</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/feeds/2587304050687164492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2009/10/untitled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/2587304050687164492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/2587304050687164492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2009/10/untitled.html' title='-untitled-'/><author><name>chiclois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00229471973519117768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6L30hZ8NaIg/SkQh_zEkEYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/iwdGG3ieUqw/S220/DSC01346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2738243845487177378.post-2178069537200892106</id><published>2009-09-28T18:51:00.018-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T20:01:40.245-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Got Nothing To Do</title><summary type='text'>I was getting bored and so I bloghopped. A lazy hobby of mine, this is becoming a favorite. Anyway, I came across this Trivia or whatever-you-call-this from Tsin.Try it and you will see that it's funny, if you have the least bit of humor in you. Like I did! :) You may want to try your friends' names first. *winkAnyway, a couple of weeks back, I made a photocopy of my hand on an all-in-one printer</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/feeds/2178069537200892106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-was-getting-bored-and-so-i-bloghopped.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/2178069537200892106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/2178069537200892106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-was-getting-bored-and-so-i-bloghopped.html' title='Got Nothing To Do'/><author><name>chiclois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00229471973519117768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6L30hZ8NaIg/SkQh_zEkEYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/iwdGG3ieUqw/S220/DSC01346.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6L30hZ8NaIg/SsFL7G6agwI/AAAAAAAAAOg/Ji41BklkXeA/s72-c/top10.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2738243845487177378.post-7886439223657177070</id><published>2009-09-28T16:56:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T20:17:33.056-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>My Name is Gossip</title><summary type='text'>I am more deadly than the screaming shell of the cannon.  I win without killing.  I tear down homes, break hearts, and wreck lives.  I travel on the wings of the wind.  No innocence is strong enough to intimidate me, no purity pure enough to daunt me.  I have no regard for truth, no respect for justice, no mercy for the defenseless.  My victims are as numerous as the sands of the sea and often as</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/feeds/7886439223657177070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-name-is-gossip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/7886439223657177070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/7886439223657177070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-name-is-gossip.html' title='My Name is Gossip'/><author><name>chiclois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00229471973519117768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6L30hZ8NaIg/SkQh_zEkEYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/iwdGG3ieUqw/S220/DSC01346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2738243845487177378.post-4020417287095743855</id><published>2009-09-24T12:54:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T14:47:05.646-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>BANDSLAM</title><summary type='text'>A friend shared a video of the trailer of the movie in Facebook. That’s when I first heard about it. Bandslam. My friend is a big fan of Vanessa Hudgens-Zac Efron love tandem. She is probably the BIGGEST fan I know of High School Musical, a series of movies showcasing Disney talents (which the love team were first introduced to the screen), that appealed the mainstream audience and it went hit.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/feeds/4020417287095743855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2009/09/bandslam.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/4020417287095743855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/4020417287095743855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2009/09/bandslam.html' title='BANDSLAM'/><author><name>chiclois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00229471973519117768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6L30hZ8NaIg/SkQh_zEkEYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/iwdGG3ieUqw/S220/DSC01346.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6L30hZ8NaIg/Srupci9JVWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/v3YOuVanDSE/s72-c/dzdopw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2738243845487177378.post-1856480684548406627</id><published>2009-09-16T14:51:00.025-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T19:55:24.959-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>You're killing me, breaking me down</title><summary type='text'>Move in a little closerTake it to a whisperJust a little louderSay It Again. Marie Digby.No other four-letter word in the dictionary is as talked about as any other. It may have different meanings for different people, although it stems from the same universal pool of emotions that we all draw from. Of all the aphorisms alluding to love, this one struck me most. "We all want to be serious writers</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/feeds/1856480684548406627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2009/09/youre-killing-me-breaking-me-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/1856480684548406627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/1856480684548406627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2009/09/youre-killing-me-breaking-me-down.html' title='You&apos;re killing me, breaking me down'/><author><name>chiclois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00229471973519117768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6L30hZ8NaIg/SkQh_zEkEYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/iwdGG3ieUqw/S220/DSC01346.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6L30hZ8NaIg/SrGJbSTXRlI/AAAAAAAAANA/TPXqrXFq_iQ/s72-c/AdMat_SW1-Shows.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2738243845487177378.post-4636401625054106583</id><published>2009-09-14T20:06:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T16:42:17.639-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Nuggets of Wisdom</title><summary type='text'>Some feel-good nuggets of wisdom a friend sent me in a text that I would like to share with all of you. Start each day reciting one nugget a day until all will become your mantra in life.Be kind to yourself.Looking good is feeling good inside.You're not out to please everybody.Expect little but do your best and dream BIG.Smiling is healthy.Laugh your heart out.Live light &amp; right and keep it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/feeds/4636401625054106583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2009/09/nuggets-of-wisdom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/4636401625054106583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/4636401625054106583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2009/09/nuggets-of-wisdom.html' title='Nuggets of Wisdom'/><author><name>chiclois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00229471973519117768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6L30hZ8NaIg/SkQh_zEkEYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/iwdGG3ieUqw/S220/DSC01346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2738243845487177378.post-3133572935243932252</id><published>2009-09-09T09:33:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T19:00:33.051-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>roses and lilies on the 8th</title><summary type='text'>One by one, people gather round to offer her flowers.Most of them were roses. Red, pink, yellow, white, and peach roses were all over the place.There were lots of lilies too.Some were carnations and daisies, they were all white and lovely.The smell was heavenly.I can still recall the feeling of joy that transcended upon me. It felt as if it were my birthday then. When I'm with her, I really feel </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/feeds/3133572935243932252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2009/09/roses-and-lilies-on-8th.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/3133572935243932252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/3133572935243932252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2009/09/roses-and-lilies-on-8th.html' title='roses and lilies on the 8th'/><author><name>chiclois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00229471973519117768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6L30hZ8NaIg/SkQh_zEkEYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/iwdGG3ieUqw/S220/DSC01346.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6L30hZ8NaIg/Sq7IBuyNERI/AAAAAAAAAMo/rsl8w1gjCOI/s72-c/white-lilies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2738243845487177378.post-1459140608037699858</id><published>2009-09-01T15:13:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T19:50:39.231-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>languor</title><summary type='text'>Everyone told me this would happen: Looking at a blank period in your noise page.You don't have anything interesting to post anymore or nothing juicy comes out of your mind that it worth mentioning. I don't blame anything. I don't blame anyone, not even myself for it will only be futile. Trying to force oneself to write an entry with a bare mind is like rubbing your hands to make them cold while </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/feeds/1459140608037699858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2009/09/languor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/1459140608037699858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/1459140608037699858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2009/09/languor.html' title='languor'/><author><name>chiclois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00229471973519117768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6L30hZ8NaIg/SkQh_zEkEYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/iwdGG3ieUqw/S220/DSC01346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2738243845487177378.post-3858066473350242262</id><published>2009-08-14T10:20:00.027-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T17:05:36.221-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food and drinks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>My new love</title><summary type='text'>I love coffee. I enjoy coffee. But to be clear I’m not really a coffee person like my boyfriend who used to drink about 4 or 5 cups or mugs a day, if you will, in the office. One reason is caffeine makes me sleepy, which is unusual! But every time I drink coffee, it never fails to make me fall asleep. Weird, I know...  So why do I love coffee? The bittersweet taste and the aroma can make anyone </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/feeds/3858066473350242262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-new-love.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/3858066473350242262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/3858066473350242262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-new-love.html' title='My new love'/><author><name>chiclois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00229471973519117768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6L30hZ8NaIg/SkQh_zEkEYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/iwdGG3ieUqw/S220/DSC01346.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6L30hZ8NaIg/SoWCtE7T1HI/AAAAAAAAAL4/4_D1qJ0NBEg/s72-c/P9050560.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2738243845487177378.post-7687735086558729896</id><published>2009-07-20T16:43:00.026-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T15:32:22.973-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>“Home is a place you grow up wanting to leave, and grow old wanting to get back to”</title><summary type='text'>Goin' HomeElvis PresleyWhere the purple mountains reach up highAnd look like they’re gonna touch the skyWhere the canyon walls have stood for a million yearsWhere the days are hot, the nights are coldThe desert sand looks just like goldThese trails were carved in sweat and blood and tearsHome. We used to live in rented apartments back when we (my sister JM and I) were still growing up here in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/feeds/7687735086558729896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2009/07/home-is-place-you-grow-up-wanting-to.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/7687735086558729896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/7687735086558729896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2009/07/home-is-place-you-grow-up-wanting-to.html' title='“Home is a place you grow up wanting to leave, and grow old wanting to get back to”'/><author><name>chiclois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00229471973519117768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6L30hZ8NaIg/SkQh_zEkEYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/iwdGG3ieUqw/S220/DSC01346.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6L30hZ8NaIg/SmXbHdhZ1iI/AAAAAAAAALY/T4YiHKmIRZ8/s72-c/DSC01528.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2738243845487177378.post-1837298205783422587</id><published>2009-07-06T11:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T13:13:52.847-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>While I thought that I was learning how to live, I have been learning how to die.</title><summary type='text'>last sunday, i got a call from Gelou that a friend has passed on. i couldn't believe it. i just met Sue and 6 others last May 9 this year on a trip to Bais Sand Bar. i joined their trip and we all had fun despite the roads from Dumaguete to Bais being overhauled. though that was only 1 time and it was only a few hours, i knew Sue to be so vibrant and funny and kind. those who knew her could only </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/feeds/1837298205783422587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2009/07/while-i-thought-that-i-was-learning-how.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/1837298205783422587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/1837298205783422587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2009/07/while-i-thought-that-i-was-learning-how.html' title='While I thought that I was learning how to live, I have been learning how to die.'/><author><name>chiclois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00229471973519117768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6L30hZ8NaIg/SkQh_zEkEYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/iwdGG3ieUqw/S220/DSC01346.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6L30hZ8NaIg/SlvBNuLKv3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/YWhieTPQHDc/s72-c/Horizon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2738243845487177378.post-1519910914945622512</id><published>2009-06-30T18:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T13:14:18.088-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>rain down on me</title><summary type='text'>what an emotional week or so for me!last week King of Pop MJ died, i never really knew him nor did i adore him like alot of his critics or fans. but for me, i almost cried coz i cannot believe a great talent like him has passed on. i was really looking forward to his comeback concert in London albeit his supposedly last one. now, there's nothing except tributes from the music industry or news on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/feeds/1519910914945622512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2009/06/rain-down-on-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/1519910914945622512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/1519910914945622512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2009/06/rain-down-on-me.html' title='rain down on me'/><author><name>chiclois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00229471973519117768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6L30hZ8NaIg/SkQh_zEkEYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/iwdGG3ieUqw/S220/DSC01346.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6L30hZ8NaIg/SkqeNdXdouI/AAAAAAAAAIs/0z2R7pApPto/s72-c/mj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2738243845487177378.post-4623585535845685067</id><published>2009-06-29T15:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T13:14:33.778-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>if friends make me rich, i wouldn't have known poverty at all</title><summary type='text'>X-Amount of Words You're solar, bipolarPanic disorderSeems harder and harder and harderStill you try to control itby Blue October*-*friends come and go. you meet new ones and keep them old.some are remarkable. some are plain crazy! you laugh or cry, they make you smile again.chiclois*-*~a tributum ut meus amicitia~a tribute to my friendswe all got amazing friends. some more than the others, right</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/feeds/4623585535845685067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2009/06/if-having-friends-make-me-rich-i.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/4623585535845685067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/4623585535845685067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2009/06/if-having-friends-make-me-rich-i.html' title='if friends make me rich, i wouldn&apos;t have known poverty at all'/><author><name>chiclois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00229471973519117768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6L30hZ8NaIg/SkQh_zEkEYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/iwdGG3ieUqw/S220/DSC01346.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6L30hZ8NaIg/Sk4rgRSrPEI/AAAAAAAAAJU/F2XzXJVqROQ/s72-c/tsin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2738243845487177378.post-4697593780806527096</id><published>2009-06-17T05:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T13:14:56.314-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>my cup of iced tea</title><summary type='text'>i have been meaning to share what i have been feeling these days... but i wouldn't know where to start. i'm afraid that when i finally succeeded in blogging it, that it won't be what i expect it to be.'ay bahala nah!' there is this constant unrest inside me. where this come from i don't know. i've been trying to compose this blog since two weeks ago.. until now, i can't even finish. i'm not sure </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/feeds/4697593780806527096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-cup-of-iced-tea.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/4697593780806527096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/4697593780806527096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-cup-of-iced-tea.html' title='my cup of iced tea'/><author><name>chiclois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00229471973519117768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6L30hZ8NaIg/SkQh_zEkEYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/iwdGG3ieUqw/S220/DSC01346.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6L30hZ8NaIg/SkAfpHRwbyI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Cexwn4e3M1Y/s72-c/DSC00794.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2738243845487177378.post-5349416376636736635</id><published>2009-06-12T13:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T13:12:23.703-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filipino'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>"minsan may isang puta"</title><summary type='text'>Let me share with you this essay on this memorable Flag Day. May you draw a learning or two from the essay. Read on:Tingin ng mga bobong kapitbahay ko puta daw ako. Nagpapagamit, binabayaran. Sabi nila ako daw ang pinakamaganda at inakasikat sa aming lugar noon. Ang bango-bango ko daw, sariwa at makinis. Di ko nga alam kung sumpa ito, dahil dito naletse ang kinabukasan ko. Tara makinig ka muna sa</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/feeds/5349416376636736635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2009/06/minsan-may-isang-puta.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/5349416376636736635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/5349416376636736635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2009/06/minsan-may-isang-puta.html' title='&quot;minsan may isang puta&quot;'/><author><name>chiclois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00229471973519117768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6L30hZ8NaIg/SkQh_zEkEYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/iwdGG3ieUqw/S220/DSC01346.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6L30hZ8NaIg/SjKsEWeIBrI/AAAAAAAAAHc/VTD1-pgF2BE/s72-c/flag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2738243845487177378.post-8971502745546220890</id><published>2009-06-10T13:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T13:16:06.970-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>first driving lesson</title><summary type='text'>a dream to drivea 10 yr old girl was waiting in the car for her sister from school. the sister rides on the school bus but will be dropped only up to the central capitol building, this is where the girl waits with her uncle. uncle decides to buy food and gave careful instructions not to touch the car controls, as the girl nodded in agreement. and as the uncle turned back and left the car, the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/feeds/8971502745546220890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2009/06/first-driving-lesson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/8971502745546220890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/8971502745546220890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2009/06/first-driving-lesson.html' title='first driving lesson'/><author><name>chiclois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00229471973519117768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6L30hZ8NaIg/SkQh_zEkEYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/iwdGG3ieUqw/S220/DSC01346.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6L30hZ8NaIg/SjAEwJMopYI/AAAAAAAAAHU/6i8VXbjCcBM/s72-c/driving.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2738243845487177378.post-9089159810021582002</id><published>2009-06-09T10:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T13:15:46.530-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>apee beer-day dianne!</title><summary type='text'>Dianneborn on June 5. GeminiI read up on her horoscope to better understand her. The ones in italicized green are my thoughts. Here goes:Of all people Geminis are the most difficult to understand; in temperament they are hot and cold almost at the same moment. ay, this is so true! just yesterday, she was so quiet doing what she's doing while at work but towards the end of the day, she was back to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/feeds/9089159810021582002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2009/06/apee-beer-day-dianne.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/9089159810021582002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/9089159810021582002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2009/06/apee-beer-day-dianne.html' title='apee beer-day dianne!'/><author><name>chiclois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00229471973519117768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6L30hZ8NaIg/SkQh_zEkEYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/iwdGG3ieUqw/S220/DSC01346.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6L30hZ8NaIg/Si59snop04I/AAAAAAAAAGk/RJ0WKUCtTbk/s72-c/new+reality.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2738243845487177378.post-7908464485666515070</id><published>2009-06-08T20:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T13:08:10.823-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>where are you?</title><summary type='text'>i don't wanna be alone.nobody wants to be alone, right? well, i know this girl who wants to be alone. i used to think she is just saying this as her excuse whatever. but she really wants to be left alone. she can live with her thoughts AND if she is left in Sahara Desert for a month, she's gonna survive. i hear not alot of people will after 10 days because humans cannot live alone. they have to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/feeds/7908464485666515070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2009/06/where-na-you.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/7908464485666515070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/7908464485666515070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2009/06/where-na-you.html' title='where are you?'/><author><name>chiclois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00229471973519117768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6L30hZ8NaIg/SkQh_zEkEYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/iwdGG3ieUqw/S220/DSC01346.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6L30hZ8NaIg/Si4sjDowYuI/AAAAAAAAAGM/SQzLAHN2gjM/s72-c/lonely1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2738243845487177378.post-7618316225980727042</id><published>2009-06-08T19:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T13:11:19.849-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>jEnNy</title><summary type='text'>She calls me baby Then she won't call me, Says she adores me And then ignores me.JennyWhat's the problem? just singing your song... heheheHapee burtdey fwend! May God continue to shower His blessings on you. You deserve everything and more. weeeee...i love you jenny! :D</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/feeds/7618316225980727042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2009/06/jenny.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/7618316225980727042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/7618316225980727042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2009/06/jenny.html' title='jEnNy'/><author><name>chiclois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00229471973519117768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6L30hZ8NaIg/SkQh_zEkEYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/iwdGG3ieUqw/S220/DSC01346.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6L30hZ8NaIg/Si2n005k1DI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Vsxtzqgwep8/s72-c/jenny_name.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2738243845487177378.post-5912485141826473494</id><published>2009-06-04T10:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T13:13:20.656-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>no need</title><summary type='text'>watched the news today.learned that there are now 29 confirmed cases of influenza A(H1N1) virus, or more commonly known as swine flu, here in the country. 2 of which are in Cebu, probably 3. arrived at work and opened email. got this: nice.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/feeds/5912485141826473494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-need.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/5912485141826473494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/5912485141826473494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-need.html' title='no need'/><author><name>chiclois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00229471973519117768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6L30hZ8NaIg/SkQh_zEkEYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/iwdGG3ieUqw/S220/DSC01346.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6L30hZ8NaIg/SifYXDONE8I/AAAAAAAAAFk/HdG_OuEqHvc/s72-c/no+need.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2738243845487177378.post-1336072859081458683</id><published>2009-06-03T11:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T13:15:12.886-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>bubble babble</title><summary type='text'>i remember high school, or rather college. well, i remember college more vividly... i talk on the phone with friends or classmates for hours, burning the line on nothing but gossip, boys, plans for the weekend, and more gossip. sometimes Nanay would scold me yet i fervently go on and on on the phone. "you just saw each other today and spent most of your time with them." she's right, but we always</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/feeds/1336072859081458683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2009/06/bubble-babble.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/1336072859081458683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/1336072859081458683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2009/06/bubble-babble.html' title='bubble babble'/><author><name>chiclois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00229471973519117768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6L30hZ8NaIg/SkQh_zEkEYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/iwdGG3ieUqw/S220/DSC01346.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6L30hZ8NaIg/SicEp_AbpiI/AAAAAAAAAFM/NMOxErWiwKs/s72-c/stickonline.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2738243845487177378.post-1955980986240380982</id><published>2009-06-02T07:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T13:12:40.981-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>undermining dignity</title><summary type='text'>this video scandal involving hayden kho and katrina halili has been the talk of everyone for weeks now. how katrina danced and performed, how gorgeous the girls are on bed with hayden, how vicky belo maybe seething thru demure act, how the senate hearing went, how this scandal has caused uproar.one should not tolerate the idea that just because hayden is uber-rich and saksakan ng gwapo that he </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/feeds/1955980986240380982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2009/06/undermining-dignity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/1955980986240380982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/1955980986240380982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2009/06/undermining-dignity.html' title='undermining dignity'/><author><name>chiclois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00229471973519117768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6L30hZ8NaIg/SkQh_zEkEYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/iwdGG3ieUqw/S220/DSC01346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2738243845487177378.post-8621681219681987860</id><published>2009-05-31T01:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T13:13:03.115-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>right now</title><summary type='text'> what's on my mind right now?&gt; what to wear later when i go to ayala? i'm excited to see my cousins whom i didn't see for a long time.&gt; what time will my boyfriend go online? and so, will we be online at the same time? i wanna talk to him. blah blah blah&gt; will i be able to save money from my next paycheck? the last one didn't do so fine. i'm on a stage cebuanos call ting-bits&gt; who will become the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/feeds/8621681219681987860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2009/05/right-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/8621681219681987860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/8621681219681987860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2009/05/right-now.html' title='right now'/><author><name>chiclois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00229471973519117768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6L30hZ8NaIg/SkQh_zEkEYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/iwdGG3ieUqw/S220/DSC01346.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6L30hZ8NaIg/SiJ5ffmyi4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/xE3ok9RwuZ8/s72-c/thinking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2738243845487177378.post-8104176664311347628</id><published>2009-05-29T15:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T13:12:01.632-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>on faith</title><summary type='text'>before you continue reading this, know that all this is based on personal opinion. however i would also love to hear your thoughts on this.I am a Catholic. I am a Christian.They don't necessarily mean the same thing. Yet I am both.I have been baptized in the Catholic church, been taught the Catholic doctrine, been attending Catholic schools except college. I have been raised by Catholic parents </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/feeds/8104176664311347628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2009/05/on-faith.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/8104176664311347628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/8104176664311347628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2009/05/on-faith.html' title='on faith'/><author><name>chiclois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00229471973519117768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6L30hZ8NaIg/SkQh_zEkEYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/iwdGG3ieUqw/S220/DSC01346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2738243845487177378.post-2682804939748173872</id><published>2009-05-28T19:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T13:15:27.321-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Rumor Has It</title><summary type='text'> Rumor Has ItWith Jennifer Aniston and Kevin Costner.I came across old DVDs yesterday, I was picking thru some to while away the day at home for I was absent from work the night before. Ooh, I haven't seen this one yet: Rumor has it. Picked it from among the other chic flicks, thinking it would be like the others. Easy watching for time to pass by quickly.Well, I felt the movie was long. I kinda </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/feeds/2682804939748173872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2009/05/rumor-has-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/2682804939748173872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/2682804939748173872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2009/05/rumor-has-it.html' title='Rumor Has It'/><author><name>chiclois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00229471973519117768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6L30hZ8NaIg/SkQh_zEkEYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/iwdGG3ieUqw/S220/DSC01346.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6L30hZ8NaIg/Sh8idhD1KEI/AAAAAAAAACA/qGBb8C57w5A/s72-c/rumorhasit.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2738243845487177378.post-2273075813934485684</id><published>2009-05-28T12:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T13:11:39.201-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bucket list'/><title type='text'>lists... lists... lists!</title><summary type='text'>people have been writing lists since time immemorial for whatever reason.for me, writing a list gives me an order in this somehow anarchic mind.sometimes, it helps define who we are in this topsy-turvy world. at times, it even provides us direction in our lives.why we create our own lists are our own business, but my list of lists are either of the following:the easy ones are the things i love: </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/feeds/2273075813934485684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2009/05/lists-lists-lists.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/2273075813934485684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/2273075813934485684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2009/05/lists-lists-lists.html' title='lists... lists... lists!'/><author><name>chiclois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00229471973519117768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6L30hZ8NaIg/SkQh_zEkEYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/iwdGG3ieUqw/S220/DSC01346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2738243845487177378.post-4033364659634069993</id><published>2009-05-28T02:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T13:11:00.569-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Angel Fredelle Mishka</title><summary type='text'>It's my niece's birthday today, isn't it? First born of my sister, she has a rather grave disposition, usually seen without a smile on her face...But when she does, which she does rarely, she lits up everyone in the room. She is a beautiful child, with eyes that see right through you and they seem to understand you even without uttering a word. Happy birthday mishka! You're 4 years old today. May</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/feeds/4033364659634069993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2009/05/angel-fredelle-mishka.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/4033364659634069993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/4033364659634069993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2009/05/angel-fredelle-mishka.html' title='Angel Fredelle Mishka'/><author><name>chiclois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00229471973519117768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6L30hZ8NaIg/SkQh_zEkEYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/iwdGG3ieUqw/S220/DSC01346.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6L30hZ8NaIg/Sh8kHPK4emI/AAAAAAAAACI/EqLMgCLGhtg/s72-c/Care_Bear_Plates.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2738243845487177378.post-8963414645105009421</id><published>2009-05-26T11:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T13:10:44.236-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Night at the Museum 2</title><summary type='text'>Ben Stiller and Amy Adams on Night at the Museum 2.Movie was OK. I wasn't really impressed, had a few laughs but I like the first movie better.Maybe because I expected alot from the sequel. Why? Because Night at the Museum 2 grossed in alot of $$$ than Terminator Salvation did. The only highlight of the move were Amy Adams. I like her big gray eyes. They sparkle with emotion every time she talks.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/feeds/8963414645105009421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2009/05/night-at-museum-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/8963414645105009421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/8963414645105009421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2009/05/night-at-museum-2.html' title='Night at the Museum 2'/><author><name>chiclois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00229471973519117768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6L30hZ8NaIg/SkQh_zEkEYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/iwdGG3ieUqw/S220/DSC01346.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6L30hZ8NaIg/ShwLR3MhVmI/AAAAAAAAABI/zZyM6GX42Vw/s72-c/amy_adams.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2738243845487177378.post-424212035001172751</id><published>2009-05-25T22:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T13:09:30.545-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><title type='text'>what i think about pork fever</title><summary type='text'>Swine Fluthis is a worldwide scare today. A(H1N1) virus has caused concern for everyone especially in places where there had been confirmed cases of swine flu patients.one thing i've learned from reading and watching news alerts regarding swine flu is to constantly wash your hands and don't touch your face with unwashed hands. but one thing is sure, you don't contract this by eating pork or any </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/feeds/424212035001172751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-i-think-about-pork-fever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/424212035001172751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/424212035001172751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-i-think-about-pork-fever.html' title='what i think about pork fever'/><author><name>chiclois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00229471973519117768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6L30hZ8NaIg/SkQh_zEkEYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/iwdGG3ieUqw/S220/DSC01346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2738243845487177378.post-1643519807549669908</id><published>2009-05-25T21:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T13:10:21.855-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>scary ordeal</title><summary type='text'>my new fear: Dentist Chair.i went to the dentist yesterday for aesthetic reasons.. i never thought that i would need a tooth extraction.Dra. Velos, the dentist, proceeded with application of anesthesia and waited until it took effect: my gums went numb basically. she was having a hard time taking the tooth out as it was kinda twisted, blame my genes for strong but crooked teeth. ugh. i hated the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/feeds/1643519807549669908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-new-fear-dentist-chair.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/1643519807549669908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/1643519807549669908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-new-fear-dentist-chair.html' title='scary ordeal'/><author><name>chiclois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00229471973519117768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6L30hZ8NaIg/SkQh_zEkEYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/iwdGG3ieUqw/S220/DSC01346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2738243845487177378.post-1620441408128602753</id><published>2009-05-25T00:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T13:09:07.949-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>delaying needlessly</title><summary type='text'>Procrastination.From the base word, procrastinate, which means to postpone or delay needlessly.I resigned from eGS last December 2008, I started to process my clearance when 2009 came. But the headset I surrendered was apparently not the one the company originally assigned to me so I had to sign an Authority to Deduct (ATD) for a thousand pesos. I did not do so immediately as I was hoping my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/feeds/1620441408128602753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2009/05/procrastination.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/1620441408128602753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2738243845487177378/posts/default/1620441408128602753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiclois.blogspot.com/2009/05/procrastination.html' title='delaying needlessly'/><author><name>chiclois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00229471973519117768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6L30hZ8NaIg/SkQh_zEkEYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/iwdGG3ieUqw/S220/DSC01346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
