<?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-8247518</id><updated>2011-09-12T23:11:50.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.:my life or something like it:.</title><subtitle type='html'>LIVE. LOVE. PRAY</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myinscriptions.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8247518/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myinscriptions.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12250789310356809135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v457/mean_girl/lilored.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8247518.post-110189397611545366</id><published>2004-12-01T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T17:39:36.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>deliriously happy</title><summary type='text'>i am so excited. i will be going to davao to attend a symposium next week, all expense-paid. at the same time i'll be seing hunny after the symposium. he was excited too. he said he has a gift for me. something-something made of gold. real gold. jewelry perhaps. am not really into gold and jewelry but if it's from hunny anything is ok with me, gold or no gold. my mom's worried coz my boyfriend </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myinscriptions.blogspot.com/feeds/110189397611545366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8247518&amp;postID=110189397611545366' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8247518/posts/default/110189397611545366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8247518/posts/default/110189397611545366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myinscriptions.blogspot.com/2004/12/deliriously-happy.html' title='deliriously happy'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12250789310356809135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v457/mean_girl/lilored.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8247518.post-110186243796113511</id><published>2004-12-01T08:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T08:53:57.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>World AIDS Day</title><summary type='text'>Today is World AIDS Day. This year's theme: Women and AIDS. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myinscriptions.blogspot.com/feeds/110186243796113511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8247518&amp;postID=110186243796113511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8247518/posts/default/110186243796113511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8247518/posts/default/110186243796113511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myinscriptions.blogspot.com/2004/12/world-aids-day.html' title='World AIDS Day'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12250789310356809135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v457/mean_girl/lilored.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8247518.post-110120000587090764</id><published>2004-11-23T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T16:53:25.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back in the saddle</title><summary type='text'>I am back! I haven't blogged for 3 weeks. Sheesh! I got sick after All Saints Day. The doctor diagnosed that i might have ulcer although i have yet to undergo endoscopy which really freaks me out. Right now i am under medication for the chronic pain in my tummy. I pray it's not something really bad. But really am scared. Even the doctor i consulted with freaked me out. Her outlook was so negative</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myinscriptions.blogspot.com/feeds/110120000587090764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8247518&amp;postID=110120000587090764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8247518/posts/default/110120000587090764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8247518/posts/default/110120000587090764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myinscriptions.blogspot.com/2004/11/back-in-saddle.html' title='back in the saddle'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12250789310356809135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v457/mean_girl/lilored.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8247518.post-109900809654189607</id><published>2004-10-29T07:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T08:03:59.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>raving about november</title><summary type='text'>I feel happy today despite my lack of sleep. I have been sleeping for less than 5 hours for about a month now. Anyway, it must be because of the long weekend that i feel happy today despite having to rush a lot of work today. I hate being rushed but today i really do not mind. :)-------------------------I love November. It's my favorite month! For many reasons:1. There are 3 holidays in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myinscriptions.blogspot.com/feeds/109900809654189607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8247518&amp;postID=109900809654189607' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8247518/posts/default/109900809654189607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8247518/posts/default/109900809654189607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myinscriptions.blogspot.com/2004/10/raving-about-november.html' title='raving about november'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12250789310356809135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v457/mean_girl/lilored.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8247518.post-109883652687619527</id><published>2004-10-27T08:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T08:22:06.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random somethings</title><summary type='text'>I was at G4 last night waiting for a friend. Got a nasty headache. It was a bit crowded and noisy. (Of course it's a mall, dummy!)It was the noise that's drivin' me crazy. Saw a crowd of hearing-impaired kids doing frantic sign languages. From the looks of it they were having fun. Was a bit envious of them. At least they need not bear this friggin'noise. Oh well...---------------------Dropped </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myinscriptions.blogspot.com/feeds/109883652687619527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8247518&amp;postID=109883652687619527' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8247518/posts/default/109883652687619527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8247518/posts/default/109883652687619527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myinscriptions.blogspot.com/2004/10/random-somethings.html' title='random somethings'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12250789310356809135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v457/mean_girl/lilored.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8247518.post-109831618583874204</id><published>2004-10-21T07:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T07:49:45.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Script</title><summary type='text'>On December 9, 2004, the world will celebrate the first ever United Nations International Anti-Corruption Day. Based on Transparency International's report, "about 60 countries are plagued by corruption, and the public sector is plagued by bribery" For more news on this visit the TI website @ http://www.transparency.org/.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myinscriptions.blogspot.com/feeds/109831618583874204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8247518&amp;postID=109831618583874204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8247518/posts/default/109831618583874204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8247518/posts/default/109831618583874204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myinscriptions.blogspot.com/2004/10/post-script.html' title='Post Script'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12250789310356809135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v457/mean_girl/lilored.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8247518.post-109831558368393215</id><published>2004-10-21T07:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T07:39:43.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Global corruption</title><summary type='text'>Based on Transparency International's latest Global Corruption report, the Philippines ranked No. 11 among the most corrupt countries in the world. Am not pointing any finger but you know who the culprits are. On the same note, The World Hunger Notes website  came out with this report: Where Did the Money Go? – The Top 10 Corrupt Heads of Goverment, Terms of Office and Estimated Money </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myinscriptions.blogspot.com/feeds/109831558368393215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8247518&amp;postID=109831558368393215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8247518/posts/default/109831558368393215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8247518/posts/default/109831558368393215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myinscriptions.blogspot.com/2004/10/global-corruption.html' title='Global corruption'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12250789310356809135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v457/mean_girl/lilored.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8247518.post-109816168607384589</id><published>2004-10-19T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T12:54:46.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of depression, christmas and nearsightedness</title><summary type='text'>i feel depressed. i guess i AM depressed. but like as usual i do not know the reason(s) behind my depression. i just feel down. maybe because of stress. yes, i think that's it. i am not satisfied with my work, with my workmates, and with everything. i am not usually an angst-filled, discontented person. no. most often i tend to look at the brighter side of things. but not now. at least not today.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myinscriptions.blogspot.com/feeds/109816168607384589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8247518&amp;postID=109816168607384589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8247518/posts/default/109816168607384589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8247518/posts/default/109816168607384589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myinscriptions.blogspot.com/2004/10/of-depression-christmas-and.html' title='of depression, christmas and nearsightedness'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12250789310356809135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v457/mean_girl/lilored.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8247518.post-109779688326751769</id><published>2004-10-15T07:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T07:34:43.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>everything seems to be going wrong</title><summary type='text'>been so busy lately. work is still a drag. couldn't blog as much as i wanted to. my PC's modem at home isn't working. had several problems in the office. everything seems to be going wrong. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myinscriptions.blogspot.com/feeds/109779688326751769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8247518&amp;postID=109779688326751769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8247518/posts/default/109779688326751769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8247518/posts/default/109779688326751769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myinscriptions.blogspot.com/2004/10/everything-seems-to-be-going-wrong.html' title='everything seems to be going wrong'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12250789310356809135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v457/mean_girl/lilored.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8247518.post-109722372953964765</id><published>2004-10-08T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T16:22:09.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleepy head</title><summary type='text'>It's friday (yey!). Am at my desk, super bored and wanting to leave the office. was calling my bestfriend but it seems she's busy with work. wanted to meet up later, sana. anyways, maybe i'll just leave early and head home. lately, all i wanna do is sleep, sleep, sleep. i need to sleep. i am sleep-deprived. who isnt, when you have to wake up as early as 5am? for the longest time i still have not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myinscriptions.blogspot.com/feeds/109722372953964765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8247518&amp;postID=109722372953964765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8247518/posts/default/109722372953964765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8247518/posts/default/109722372953964765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myinscriptions.blogspot.com/2004/10/sleepy-head.html' title='sleepy head'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12250789310356809135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v457/mean_girl/lilored.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8247518.post-109712541501540090</id><published>2004-10-07T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T13:03:35.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the girlfriend test</title><summary type='text'>The kind of girlfriend i am according to the Tickle.com's test... hmmm... partly true...Passionate PartnerLove or lust? You probably don't ask that question too much — they're both important to a passionate soul like you. This doesn't mean that you play the field. You just love getting swept up in your emotions, and you want to keep desire alive in your long-term relationships.You don't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myinscriptions.blogspot.com/feeds/109712541501540090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8247518&amp;postID=109712541501540090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8247518/posts/default/109712541501540090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8247518/posts/default/109712541501540090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myinscriptions.blogspot.com/2004/10/girlfriend-test.html' title='the girlfriend test'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12250789310356809135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v457/mean_girl/lilored.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8247518.post-109703871714789919</id><published>2004-10-06T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T12:58:37.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LSS</title><summary type='text'>IF I AINT GOT YOU(Alicia Keys)Some people live for the fortune Some people live just for the fame Some people live for the power, yeah Some people live just to play the game Some people think that the physical things define what’s within And I been there before but that life’s a bore, so full of the superficial Some people want it all, but I don’t want nothing at all If it ain't you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myinscriptions.blogspot.com/feeds/109703871714789919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8247518&amp;postID=109703871714789919' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8247518/posts/default/109703871714789919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8247518/posts/default/109703871714789919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myinscriptions.blogspot.com/2004/10/lss.html' title='LSS'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12250789310356809135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v457/mean_girl/lilored.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8247518.post-109671703041827658</id><published>2004-10-02T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T19:59:23.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fear the unlived life</title><summary type='text'>"Do not fear death; rather fear the unlived life. You don't have to live forever. You just have to live." ~ from the novel "Tuck Everlasting"So very true. Maybe the reason i am feeling semi-depressed because i am living the unlived life. I realized i had been missing a lot of things. Things that i used to do and loved to do but cannot do anymore. It's scary. -_-</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myinscriptions.blogspot.com/feeds/109671703041827658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8247518&amp;postID=109671703041827658' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8247518/posts/default/109671703041827658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8247518/posts/default/109671703041827658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myinscriptions.blogspot.com/2004/10/fear-unlived-life.html' title='fear the unlived life'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12250789310356809135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v457/mean_girl/lilored.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8247518.post-109663992115806609</id><published>2004-10-01T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T22:12:01.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what's up doc?</title><summary type='text'>I had been suffering from a really mind-blowing headache since wednesday. the pain crept from just above my left brow down to the left side and back of my head to left side of nape. The pain was so intense that i so wanted to throw up. i tried to induce vomiting (dukutin ba...?) just to relieve the pressure but since i was also hyperacidic only the bitter taste of acid came up my throat. (am i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myinscriptions.blogspot.com/feeds/109663992115806609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8247518&amp;postID=109663992115806609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8247518/posts/default/109663992115806609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8247518/posts/default/109663992115806609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myinscriptions.blogspot.com/2004/10/whats-up-doc.html' title='what&apos;s up doc?'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12250789310356809135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v457/mean_girl/lilored.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8247518.post-109654831234299079</id><published>2004-09-30T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T20:45:12.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kick me!</title><summary type='text'>Can somebody kick me on the head? I lost interest in going to work. It's really strange to think thatI have a challenging job. The pay is good. I am given bigger responsibilities, meaning my bosses approve of my performance. I might be due for promotion (if i get lucky). But i am not excited to work. I don't know why. It's just that letely i get very tired at the end of the day. I seem to lose my</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myinscriptions.blogspot.com/feeds/109654831234299079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8247518&amp;postID=109654831234299079' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8247518/posts/default/109654831234299079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8247518/posts/default/109654831234299079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myinscriptions.blogspot.com/2004/09/kick-me.html' title='kick me!'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12250789310356809135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v457/mean_girl/lilored.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8247518.post-109646445158794738</id><published>2004-09-29T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T21:27:31.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random thoughts</title><summary type='text'>I was so tired not to mention sleepy the entire day. i had a meeting in ortigas in the afternoon on the philippine-australian cooperation in the capacity-building of filipino state workers. It was just a short meeting but the task that has to be done on my end in relation to what we have discussed in the meeting seemed impossible to finish in just 5 days, considering i have loads of work to do, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myinscriptions.blogspot.com/feeds/109646445158794738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8247518&amp;postID=109646445158794738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8247518/posts/default/109646445158794738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8247518/posts/default/109646445158794738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myinscriptions.blogspot.com/2004/09/random-thoughts.html' title='random thoughts'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12250789310356809135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v457/mean_girl/lilored.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8247518.post-109604537110869107</id><published>2004-09-26T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-25T23:30:09.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so many questions...</title><summary type='text'>I got these questions from another blog i read. (oops, sorry i forgot where!) I just found the questions quite interesting (these are the type of questions asked during beauty pageants... hahaha!)1.) Are you preventing yourself from something wonderful? -- I guess sometimes I do. Sometimes i get so darn negative such that allowing myself to experience something wonderful makes me afraid that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myinscriptions.blogspot.com/feeds/109604537110869107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8247518&amp;postID=109604537110869107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8247518/posts/default/109604537110869107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8247518/posts/default/109604537110869107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myinscriptions.blogspot.com/2004/09/so-many-questions.html' title='so many questions...'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12250789310356809135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v457/mean_girl/lilored.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8247518.post-109604645904297457</id><published>2004-09-25T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-25T01:20:59.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleepy</title><summary type='text'>I like to write but i am so freaking sleepy. Theres' a lot going inside my head but my mind is clouded by sleep. I just wanna lay in bed and dream away. Ho-hum....Might as well do just that.Zzzzzzzzzzzz.......</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myinscriptions.blogspot.com/feeds/109604645904297457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8247518&amp;postID=109604645904297457' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8247518/posts/default/109604645904297457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8247518/posts/default/109604645904297457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myinscriptions.blogspot.com/2004/09/sleepy.html' title='sleepy'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12250789310356809135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v457/mean_girl/lilored.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8247518.post-109595419063640058</id><published>2004-09-25T04:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T00:00:22.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh well...</title><summary type='text'>hunny...i miss youeverything about youi miss our breakfasts togethernever mind thatyou and i had to get up earlyso we can make brekky togetherand the crazy things we didwhen you cooked the eggs on the oven toasterand i didn't know how to cook riceand i felt embarassed by ityou laughed at meand kissed me on the foreheadto make me feel betteryou even made me sushiit was yummyand i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myinscriptions.blogspot.com/feeds/109595419063640058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8247518&amp;postID=109595419063640058' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8247518/posts/default/109595419063640058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8247518/posts/default/109595419063640058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myinscriptions.blogspot.com/2004/09/oh-well.html' title='oh well...'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12250789310356809135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v457/mean_girl/lilored.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8247518.post-109594567031365881</id><published>2004-09-24T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T21:21:10.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chatting with hunny</title><summary type='text'>conversation with hunny------------------------me: hunny!!!!hunny: baket?me: bat di ka nagaaral?me: tignan mo cute yung avatar ko...hunny: lumabas ako para magpa xerox ng  100 pages na aaralin noh!hunny: yup, mas cute sa iyo..heheheme: yabang! bat dami mo papa-xeroX?me: eto mas cute na pic...hunny: eh ganun ka dami ang dapat pagaralan ehme: kelangan ba imemorize lahat yun?me: may </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myinscriptions.blogspot.com/feeds/109594567031365881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8247518&amp;postID=109594567031365881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8247518/posts/default/109594567031365881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8247518/posts/default/109594567031365881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myinscriptions.blogspot.com/2004/09/chatting-with-hunny.html' title='chatting with hunny'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12250789310356809135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v457/mean_girl/lilored.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8247518.post-109591846156345362</id><published>2004-09-23T04:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T13:52:28.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in the mean time</title><summary type='text'>i haven't blogged for days or even weeks. a lot of things have happened to me. eventful things. some sad. some happy. i am not yet ready to post them now. but when i do get my writing going again (soon i hope) then i will write them all down. blow-by-blow.------------i just feel tired. about a lot of things. about what's happening to me. i feel like i want change. some drastic change. i need to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myinscriptions.blogspot.com/feeds/109591846156345362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8247518&amp;postID=109591846156345362' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8247518/posts/default/109591846156345362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8247518/posts/default/109591846156345362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myinscriptions.blogspot.com/2004/09/in-mean-time.html' title='in the mean time'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12250789310356809135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v457/mean_girl/lilored.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8247518.post-109525659027950850</id><published>2004-09-16T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T21:56:30.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>really amazing race</title><summary type='text'>I can't help but rave over my favorite TV program--- The Amazing Race. Now in their 5th season, AR chooses the Philippines to be their last two pit stops before naming the winners of the race.  I've been rooting for Chip &amp; Kim and hope that they beat couples Colin and Christie who seemed invincible until their first of two pit stops in the Philippines. Chip and Kim emerged as winners in that pit </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myinscriptions.blogspot.com/feeds/109525659027950850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8247518&amp;postID=109525659027950850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8247518/posts/default/109525659027950850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8247518/posts/default/109525659027950850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myinscriptions.blogspot.com/2004/09/really-amazing-race.html' title='really amazing race'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12250789310356809135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v457/mean_girl/lilored.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8247518.post-109473362880516785</id><published>2004-09-10T11:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T20:40:28.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>long distance</title><summary type='text'>I miss my boyfriend. There is not a single day when i don't think about him. He lives in another city which is about an hour-and-a-half plane ride away. It's a difficult set-up, this long-distance thing. i guess i wasn't really prepared for it. i remember the day he asked me if we can be a couple. I was having second thoughts that time because, one, i had never been in an LDR (long distance </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myinscriptions.blogspot.com/feeds/109473362880516785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8247518&amp;postID=109473362880516785' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8247518/posts/default/109473362880516785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8247518/posts/default/109473362880516785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myinscriptions.blogspot.com/2004/09/long-distance.html' title='long distance'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12250789310356809135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v457/mean_girl/lilored.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8247518.post-109468648129063016</id><published>2004-09-09T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T07:34:41.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>accidentally in love</title><summary type='text'>It’s amazing how one person can change your life forever. One stupid person who accidentally crosses the same path as yours. He didn’t strike you as someone you’d be interested in. In fact you wonder why he has this way of making you feel like you hate him for the most trivial of reasons. You try to forget about him. Consciously, you try not to have any contact with him in the future. You hated </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myinscriptions.blogspot.com/feeds/109468648129063016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8247518&amp;postID=109468648129063016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8247518/posts/default/109468648129063016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8247518/posts/default/109468648129063016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myinscriptions.blogspot.com/2004/09/accidentally-in-love.html' title='accidentally in love'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12250789310356809135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v457/mean_girl/lilored.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8247518.post-109465529138969098</id><published>2004-09-09T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T07:18:16.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>testing</title><summary type='text'>testing the waters...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myinscriptions.blogspot.com/feeds/109465529138969098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8247518&amp;postID=109465529138969098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8247518/posts/default/109465529138969098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8247518/posts/default/109465529138969098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myinscriptions.blogspot.com/2004/09/testing.html' title='testing'/><author><name>joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12250789310356809135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v457/mean_girl/lilored.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
