<?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-5108245882146055507</id><updated>2011-07-08T17:52:59.921+08:00</updated><category term='Soupstar Entertainment Philippines'/><category term='happy days ahead'/><category term='Pinoy'/><category term='lola'/><category term='mike he'/><category term='Pneumonia'/><category term='New Moon'/><category term='6CycleMind'/><category term='actor'/><category term='Blue Ketchup'/><category term='Pilipinas'/><category term='Twilight'/><category term='fun time'/><category term='Yeoj Dalupang'/><category term='For A Cause'/><category term='Pinoy Friendster Day'/><category term='he jun xiang'/><category term='Imago'/><category term='MYXPH.com'/><category term='Aurora'/><category term='Jiggy Cruz'/><category term='taiwan'/><category term='People Power'/><category term='Project 6CycleMind'/><category term='Ninoy Aquino'/><category term='SunStar Philippines'/><category term='Callalily'/><category term='Eclipse'/><category term='Cory Aquino'/><category term='Praise and Promises of Twenty-o-Seven'/><category term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Aiealandia</title><subtitle type='html'>The world of random thoughts and happy words.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieclairejustine.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108245882146055507/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieclairejustine.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Marie Claire Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17781136076210551411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/SrjdmicuMQI/AAAAAAAAAJE/C37oG8w8zzE/S220/DSC05354.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108245882146055507.post-5136183752061822798</id><published>2010-07-12T07:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T05:02:37.400+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eclipse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Moon'/><title type='text'>Looking forward for Breaking Dawn I</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/TDpc1pJceZI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/mf627A0hYhk/s1600/DSC08660.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/TDpZ_FYrGeI/AAAAAAAAANw/5WkcdA1zXAY/s1600/DSC02705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/TDpZ_FYrGeI/AAAAAAAAANw/5WkcdA1zXAY/s200/DSC02705.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492801635844037090" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;I had been a Twilight Saga follower ever since it started as the talk of the town in our classroom way back senior days with &lt;i&gt;4M5 &lt;/i&gt;(UST Marketing Class, Batch 2009). I religiously browsed the net for the saga's ebook copies since I cannot afford to buy the books (&lt;i&gt;kahit yung&lt;/i&gt; softbound &lt;i&gt;lang&lt;/i&gt;). Luckily, I was able to read Twilight (the 1st book) on the actual basis since my friend, Jenny lend me her new book a week after she bought it. That was of the start of my &lt;/span&gt;vampiric&lt;/i&gt; cravings for the story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I watched the Twilight movie with my school, dorm and band friends at Trinoma, luckily hitting the last full show, or so I thought. I was for Edward that time - since he badly makes me remember someone due to his traits and of course, having an image about that dazzling vampire boy from the pages of the book. And most important of all, I was able to see, touch and be amused with the real &lt;b&gt;Volvo C30&lt;/b&gt; in front of me. ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Due to several commitments and to the honest boredom of New Moon (the 2nd book because of Edward Cullen's absence in the story), I stopped reading the series and started to grow cobwebs in the ebook downloads in my laptop for almost two-three months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/TDpaZjWjRPI/AAAAAAAAAN4/53x0s_Q8hU0/s200/DSC06023.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492802090564797682" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;I resigned from work, started my business and reapplied for another job. 'twas the 1st week of work when New Moon was showed and just like the 1st part, i never let it pass. I dragged my cousin at SM Bacoor and hit the last full show as I boxed out for large popcorn and gigantic &lt;i&gt;Sarsi&lt;/i&gt; since it would be my first meal of that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never get the chance to read the saga again. I am aware that it's inside the file folder, but I never dared to open it again. I don't know why. After New Moon, I was totally dazed by Jacob's grace - physically and the attitude as well. I was initially doomed by the flaring personality of Mr. Cullen but then, I don't know what happened. After being inclined to the cold-blooded, blood sucking, immortal man... I started to crave for someone hot...&lt;b&gt;er&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/TDpc1pJceZI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/mf627A0hYhk/s200/DSC08660.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492804772180031890" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then came July 2010, ending the long wait for Eclipse, the third installment. I failed to watch it on the 1st week of screening because of my work schedule (and my friends' too). But last night, I ended the agony. I watch the movie with some friends at Gateway as I patch some things in my family life (that's what made me appreciate the film more). I was hoping that this would turn my thoughts back to Edward but I was having a wrong thought. I never removed my gaze from Jacob... and with his more arrogant attitude in this movie, just like what happened in Twilight, he reminded me so much of a person who told me that he's sure enough that I'll think of him because of Jacob (and he is definitely correct on that).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm looking forward to the first part of Breaking Dawn, since it has been rumored that it will come in two parts. I'm not sure if I will wake up the Bella in me, wanting the cold-blooded man who will be 18 years of age forever that described to be as her life or will I stay longing for warmth with that hot guy (I mean, hot-blooded guy) who can make her live normally giving her all the human experiences in an easier way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh... so hard to think about. And before I end, let me tell you, I am about to start reading Breaking Dawn with the ♥ ... again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;TEAM JACOB&lt;/b&gt;... as of now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108245882146055507-5136183752061822798?l=marieclairejustine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108245882146055507/posts/default/5136183752061822798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108245882146055507/posts/default/5136183752061822798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieclairejustine.blogspot.com/2010/07/looking-forward-for-breaking-dawn-i.html' title='Looking forward for Breaking Dawn I'/><author><name>Marie Claire Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17781136076210551411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/SrjdmicuMQI/AAAAAAAAAJE/C37oG8w8zzE/S220/DSC05354.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/TDpZ_FYrGeI/AAAAAAAAANw/5WkcdA1zXAY/s72-c/DSC02705.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108245882146055507.post-355932474877421109</id><published>2010-07-07T07:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T05:36:26.601+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lola'/><title type='text'>I miss you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/TDO64mylgxI/AAAAAAAAANo/y2LyN7UQdnM/s1600/IMG0018A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/TDO64mylgxI/AAAAAAAAANo/y2LyN7UQdnM/s320/IMG0018A.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490937852342928146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I MISS YOU, LOLA.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;See you soon.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Maria Clara Salvacion Reocales y Aldea Viuda de Quina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;December 14, 1923 - January 15, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108245882146055507-355932474877421109?l=marieclairejustine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108245882146055507/posts/default/355932474877421109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108245882146055507/posts/default/355932474877421109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieclairejustine.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-miss-you.html' title='I miss you.'/><author><name>Marie Claire Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17781136076210551411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/SrjdmicuMQI/AAAAAAAAAJE/C37oG8w8zzE/S220/DSC05354.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/TDO64mylgxI/AAAAAAAAANo/y2LyN7UQdnM/s72-c/IMG0018A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108245882146055507.post-5347105088900789714</id><published>2010-07-05T16:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T17:13:54.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Followers, followers.</title><content type='html'>And I have to deal with them again. :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not a bad thing, really... They help me boost up my morale and make me feel like I always belong (though I am 101% sure that it's not really me that they're following, but my updates ^_^). Tumblog was cobwebs now, got trapped with 13 followers (I think, not all those who loves the news are using Tumblr already). Blogger has 3 stagnant followers (I know I'm senseless, I'm lame. Hahaha!). Typepad with a thousand hits (because I blogged opposing those people who thinks that Callalily doesn't deserver to be Paramore's Front Act for their Philippine tour last March) and hell yeah, I gained tons of dissers. The F!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plurk, Twitter, Facebook and Multiply didn't let those stuff outshine them. As far as I can remember, after June 25 (or make that, after my name started to appear in the HDA Facebook Fan Page), people started to add me up and follow me. It's a happy yet traumatic thing. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most of them thinks that I'm doing this because I failed to reach a dream. Some says, because I always want to be the talk of the town. But the most sensible thought that someone told me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Hayaan mo sila&lt;/i&gt;, you want to express what you want e, so let it be. If they can't take that you're for another group, &lt;i&gt;hayaan mo silang malusaw sa inggit&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;i&gt;Kasi sa totoo lang&lt;/i&gt;, they're hating you because you can be with the guys that they also want to be with... &lt;i&gt;di lang nila magawa&lt;/i&gt;."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;-Anonymous (&lt;i&gt;wag ng i&lt;/i&gt;disclose &lt;i&gt;kung sino, madamay pa&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah. Don't get me wrong. I didn't left (or abandoned, as they may say) anyone. It's just that, in some point, &lt;i&gt;merong usapin ng prayoridad&lt;/i&gt;. If you feel like you've already done your job, you have to look for another mission in life. &lt;i&gt;Hindi uso ang petiks ngayon&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ciao! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108245882146055507-5347105088900789714?l=marieclairejustine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108245882146055507/posts/default/5347105088900789714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108245882146055507/posts/default/5347105088900789714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieclairejustine.blogspot.com/2010/07/followers-followers.html' title='Followers, followers.'/><author><name>Marie Claire Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17781136076210551411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/SrjdmicuMQI/AAAAAAAAAJE/C37oG8w8zzE/S220/DSC05354.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108245882146055507.post-8748547633339979223</id><published>2010-07-04T08:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T06:01:57.302+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy days ahead'/><title type='text'>Laptop worked overtime.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'times new roman';font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh, it's nice to be back! I badly missed the blogger stuff and after few months of deactivating it, I decided to go back and do the revive stuff! So, for 2010's 2nd half, let me share a note post from my Facebook about the first half of my 2010:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 14px; font-family:'times new roman';font-size:medium;"&gt;I ended the first half of the year with a newly discovered music genre called, Geeks Rock. I know I was really into rock - all types of rock (including rock-a-bye baby), but there's something with Geeks Rock that separates it from the usual forms of rock (ano to, sedimentary, igneous? ganon?)... All I am working with now is realizing what is that exact separating characteristic (I know it's unique, but it's not enough to satisfy my neurons to stop working), a few more days would do. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;Oh well, because of the search... My laptop works overtime for me since it plays (and stores) all the happy stuff. My mp3 player is acting up and my ipod is somewhere in my bags that I can't find. Haha! So that's the reason why the laptop is working too much for me this past few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To cut the crap, I am currently overdosing myself from sleep plus a great type of music on the background. A new-found band (new found kasi kakakita ko lang sa kanila, tapos bago talaga lahat. anlabo ko, deym), Happy Days Ahead, had released their debut album called, Home Recordings at the Marilyn Mansion. Never had a chance to check the whole album on a serious manner 'cause I always end up sleeping while having it on repeat mode (thanks to the windows media center hahaha). It was just now that I had the time to sit down, hug my pillow and listen to the cd in the most serious way I can do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So let me do the babbling now. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. &lt;b&gt;To Mara, Winter and Sheena.&lt;/b&gt; Who ever they were, they are luckiest girls in this planet. I swear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. &lt;b&gt;The Happy Homesick Blues&lt;/b&gt; - the song in the album that really made me stop, open the files and check the lyrics. I wonder why children (most likely the first-born) feels the same way (in some point of our lives) - that we are always not enough. It's really sad. I mean, I know how it feels, yet I don't know how to overcome it.. might be the theme song of my life, so far. Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. &lt;b&gt;See&lt;/b&gt; - the song seemed to be like an eye-opener for me. Well, for some personal reasons, it seems like a super one-sided love story to my ears. The girl likes someone who doesn't care much about her while there's another guy who likes the girl, but the girl is so blinded with her one-sided love story. Just made me think, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"BAKIT LAGING GANUN, YUNG GUSTO MO AYAW SAYO AT YUNG MAY GUSTO SAYO, MINSAN AYAW MO."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, I don't know if my mind's on the right track as I understand these songs or maybe, there's just some experiences that haunts me and I accidentally associated those with the songs. Haha! O baka naman... it proves that:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"As you can see, everyone you meet is just another you and me " -Of Earth.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108245882146055507-8748547633339979223?l=marieclairejustine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108245882146055507/posts/default/8748547633339979223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108245882146055507/posts/default/8748547633339979223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieclairejustine.blogspot.com/2010/07/laptop-worked-overtime.html' title='Laptop worked overtime.'/><author><name>Marie Claire Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17781136076210551411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/SrjdmicuMQI/AAAAAAAAAJE/C37oG8w8zzE/S220/DSC05354.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108245882146055507.post-8528746260383693537</id><published>2010-02-19T18:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T18:33:36.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AieaLandia Upgrade</title><content type='html'>Hey there boys and girls! It's been a long time since I last posted a blog here. Been busy with work, business and some other stuff these past few days. But do not fear! Everything has a solution! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AieaLandia on Blogspot will be temporarily unmaintained as I transfer to my new blog house! Just click on my banner below to be linked to my newest blog tambayan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://aieaisdaphne.typepad.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://aieaisdaphne.typepad.com"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/S35n85JjDFI/AAAAAAAAANg/r_CC1-Z77dM/s320/thenew.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439899695740816466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://aieaisdaphne.typepad.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;http://aieaisdaphne.typepad.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;My facebook account would still be active along with my &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/akoposiaiea"&gt;twitter&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/indiansummerlips"&gt;plurk&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://claireyeo08.multiply.com"&gt;multiply&lt;/a&gt;. See yah around! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108245882146055507-8528746260383693537?l=marieclairejustine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108245882146055507/posts/default/8528746260383693537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108245882146055507/posts/default/8528746260383693537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieclairejustine.blogspot.com/2010/02/aiealandia-upgrade.html' title='AieaLandia Upgrade'/><author><name>Marie Claire Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17781136076210551411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/SrjdmicuMQI/AAAAAAAAAJE/C37oG8w8zzE/S220/DSC05354.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/S35n85JjDFI/AAAAAAAAANg/r_CC1-Z77dM/s72-c/thenew.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108245882146055507.post-1634956544875614737</id><published>2009-11-14T23:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T23:36:11.876+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='he jun xiang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='actor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taiwan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mike he'/><title type='text'>wo ai ni, jun xiang!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/Sv7ORc2BMwI/AAAAAAAAANY/LuhGOWbeVaI/s1600-h/yay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/Sv7ORc2BMwI/AAAAAAAAANY/LuhGOWbeVaI/s320/yay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403983402087035650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When a great dream is reached. A happy family with He Jun Xiang! :)&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Adobe CS3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jun Xiang is LOVE.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kilig!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108245882146055507-1634956544875614737?l=marieclairejustine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108245882146055507/posts/default/1634956544875614737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108245882146055507/posts/default/1634956544875614737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieclairejustine.blogspot.com/2009/11/wo-ai-ni-jun-xiang.html' title='wo ai ni, jun xiang!'/><author><name>Marie Claire Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17781136076210551411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/SrjdmicuMQI/AAAAAAAAAJE/C37oG8w8zzE/S220/DSC05354.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/Sv7ORc2BMwI/AAAAAAAAANY/LuhGOWbeVaI/s72-c/yay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108245882146055507.post-5779050555811337703</id><published>2009-11-02T23:15:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T01:12:05.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Saints' and All Souls'</title><content type='html'>October 31, 2009 and November 2, 2009&lt;br /&gt;Providence Memorial Gardens, Dasma&lt;br /&gt;First November without my lola. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/Su8DzGi4THI/AAAAAAAAALc/dlEGOcZBAVk/s1600-h/DSC05772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/Su8DzGi4THI/AAAAAAAAALc/dlEGOcZBAVk/s200/DSC05772.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399538654705634418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Flowers for our beloved Lola Clara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/Su8EDPOSK_I/AAAAAAAAALk/1TAQV6ohPyM/s1600-h/DSC05776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/Su8EDPOSK_I/AAAAAAAAALk/1TAQV6ohPyM/s200/DSC05776.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399538931913075698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A picture of my brother and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't remember our last picture together. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/Su8ErOVQsBI/AAAAAAAAALs/Y1UllZ6EzF4/s1600-h/DSC05795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/Su8ErOVQsBI/AAAAAAAAALs/Y1UllZ6EzF4/s200/DSC05795.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399539618868670482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am enjoying a Nestle Ice Cream. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The yummiest Chocolate Pinipig Ice Cream, evurrrr! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/Su8FYe8B6qI/AAAAAAAAAL0/LSxu1qR7URc/s1600-h/DSC05798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/Su8FYe8B6qI/AAAAAAAAAL0/LSxu1qR7URc/s200/DSC05798.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399540396420360866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My brother, Karlo and my almost sister, Sara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Enjoying their Ice creams. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/Su8FypS7INI/AAAAAAAAAL8/0Gk_V-S0eU0/s1600-h/DSC05800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/Su8FypS7INI/AAAAAAAAAL8/0Gk_V-S0eU0/s200/DSC05800.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399540845877338322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;LOLAAAAAAAA. I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/Su8HRrLGTXI/AAAAAAAAAME/LxGTqBona90/s1600-h/DSC05809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/Su8HRrLGTXI/AAAAAAAAAME/LxGTqBona90/s200/DSC05809.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399542478468959602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My brother and the gray clouds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/Su8IsLj2ynI/AAAAAAAAAMM/33u0RhzKTYo/s1600-h/DSC05859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/Su8IsLj2ynI/AAAAAAAAAMM/33u0RhzKTYo/s200/DSC05859.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399544033350961778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My cousin, Ate Vhie and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/Su8OfnmtWPI/AAAAAAAAAMU/uyIssYAWP8o/s1600-h/DSC05817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/Su8OfnmtWPI/AAAAAAAAAMU/uyIssYAWP8o/s200/DSC05817.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399550414610585842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ate, Sara and Karlo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/Su8PXLlmETI/AAAAAAAAAMc/LSbPp1Tz5QY/s1600-h/DSC05863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/Su8PXLlmETI/AAAAAAAAAMc/LSbPp1Tz5QY/s200/DSC05863.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399551369162395954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom and Sara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/Su8P6DNQVAI/AAAAAAAAAMk/WLfIDximVJU/s1600-h/DSC05872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/Su8P6DNQVAI/AAAAAAAAAMk/WLfIDximVJU/s200/DSC05872.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399551968208245762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dad and Sara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/Su8QyKXMx4I/AAAAAAAAAMs/9nYxjN3a9Eg/s1600-h/DSC05881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/Su8QyKXMx4I/AAAAAAAAAMs/9nYxjN3a9Eg/s200/DSC05881.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399552932201678722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's Mom's hand playing with the candle remnants...&lt;br /&gt;...but we believed that Lola held her hand as you can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/Su8RLp-_MUI/AAAAAAAAAM0/YaGSkiLbafU/s1600-h/DSC05928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/Su8RLp-_MUI/AAAAAAAAAM0/YaGSkiLbafU/s200/DSC05928.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399553370186789186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brother and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/Su8SljNz4uI/AAAAAAAAAM8/17YkDAh4luE/s1600-h/DSC05943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/Su8SljNz4uI/AAAAAAAAAM8/17YkDAh4luE/s200/DSC05943.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399554914558141154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Si Karlo ba 'to o si RJ? hahaha. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I effin' miss my lola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, BTW, I still have loads of pics at my multiply. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108245882146055507-5779050555811337703?l=marieclairejustine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108245882146055507/posts/default/5779050555811337703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108245882146055507/posts/default/5779050555811337703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieclairejustine.blogspot.com/2009/11/all-saints-and-all-souls.html' title='All Saints&apos; and All Souls&apos;'/><author><name>Marie Claire Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17781136076210551411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/SrjdmicuMQI/AAAAAAAAAJE/C37oG8w8zzE/S220/DSC05354.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/Su8DzGi4THI/AAAAAAAAALc/dlEGOcZBAVk/s72-c/DSC05772.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108245882146055507.post-1300137209096634062</id><published>2009-10-13T21:25:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T23:38:23.662+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soupstar Entertainment Philippines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='6CycleMind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project 6CycleMind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MYXPH.com'/><title type='text'>MYXPH.com's Setlist with 6CycleMind</title><content type='html'>August 27, 2009 (Obviously, a late post. Haha!).&lt;br /&gt;CT : 5:30PM, ABS-CBN Interactive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Credits to Ate Kat for some of the pics. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/StSGmr9OxnI/AAAAAAAAAKE/fLPL-kRtEUY/s1600-h/DSC05098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/StSGmr9OxnI/AAAAAAAAAKE/fLPL-kRtEUY/s320/DSC05098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392082653062022770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ate Kat and Me while having our sodas from Sir Moby of MYX and while waiting for the 6CM Kuyas. :)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ACOUSTIC SET PHOTOS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/StSDToCr6CI/AAAAAAAAAJk/arM0fJlJeYI/s1600-h/2_204727532l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/StSDToCr6CI/AAAAAAAAAJk/arM0fJlJeYI/s320/2_204727532l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392079027058763810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/StSD9xFx7YI/AAAAAAAAAJs/IS4usDCyf-g/s1600-h/2_743384329l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/StSD9xFx7YI/AAAAAAAAAJs/IS4usDCyf-g/s320/2_743384329l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392079751042166146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuya Bob, Kuya Chuck, Kuya Ney and Kuya Rye of 6CM&lt;br /&gt;on the MYXPH.com Setlist's Studio. :)&lt;br /&gt;(Kuya Tutti wasn't around. IDK Y. They said he's busy. Hmmm.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/StSEOxMYkoI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/CSkfw3gROSg/s1600-h/2_894953314l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/StSEOxMYkoI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/CSkfw3gROSg/s320/2_894953314l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392080043127640706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everybody's first - I guess. :)&lt;br /&gt;They said that it was 6CM's first time to perform on an online gig...&lt;br /&gt;...it was my first time to watch it live! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/StSF11EQpXI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/7y2wyZQ8FOo/s1600-h/2_761975625l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/StSF11EQpXI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/7y2wyZQ8FOo/s320/2_761975625l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392081813693834610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's fun to be at MYX!&lt;br /&gt;(I'm that girl with a button pin. Haha! Ate Kat took the shot without letting me know! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nako&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AFTER SET PHOTOS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/StSG_PEWmvI/AAAAAAAAAKM/fB5ch_UvDnw/s1600-h/DSC05102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/StSG_PEWmvI/AAAAAAAAAKM/fB5ch_UvDnw/s320/DSC05102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392083074803997426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Daddy Shot!&lt;br /&gt;with Kuya Chuck :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/StSHi1uo1LI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ArpGUFbFonc/s1600-h/DSC05104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/StSHi1uo1LI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ArpGUFbFonc/s320/DSC05104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392083686477321394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Eyebags team! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;(Puyat Life is part of a Rakstar Living.)&lt;br /&gt;Kuya Ney + Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/StSIv55vPTI/AAAAAAAAAKc/4Q-yDV9ag2k/s1600-h/DSC05105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/StSIv55vPTI/AAAAAAAAAKc/4Q-yDV9ag2k/s320/DSC05105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392085010447547698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/StSJPAWQnzI/AAAAAAAAAKk/KPMTdlljO0g/s1600-h/DSC05106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/StSJPAWQnzI/AAAAAAAAAKk/KPMTdlljO0g/s320/DSC05106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392085544753733426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kuya Rye, Ate Kat, Me, Kuya Ney&lt;br /&gt;and the jigsaw puzzles I made for the kuyas. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Kuya Odek took the second shot when I'm not ready. grr. Haha!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/StSJqzNnupI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UMzq0aEN4mw/s1600-h/DSC05107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/StSJqzNnupI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UMzq0aEN4mw/s320/DSC05107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392086022264175250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Dream...&lt;br /&gt;...dream sibling! :) [might be one of the pogiest kuyas in town. :)]&lt;br /&gt;Kuya Rye, his iPod and me. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KUYA RYE AND KUYA NEY AT THEIR WACKIEST PICS... EVURRR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/StSKoIsaiXI/AAAAAAAAAK8/c9PcUVIlFDY/s1600-h/DSC05108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/StSKoIsaiXI/AAAAAAAAAK8/c9PcUVIlFDY/s320/DSC05108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392087076002498930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seryoso pa yan, guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/StSKyOHbyYI/AAAAAAAAALE/zq-lDxjpPq4/s1600-h/2_659508636l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/StSKyOHbyYI/AAAAAAAAALE/zq-lDxjpPq4/s320/2_659508636l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392087249256696194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ang malagkit na tinginan. Haha! ROTFL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/StSK_1f8tYI/AAAAAAAAALM/D7KVmOLYIyU/s1600-h/DSC05109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/StSK_1f8tYI/AAAAAAAAALM/D7KVmOLYIyU/s320/DSC05109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392087483166799234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haha! This was an "almost kissing scene shot" but before my cam flickered, Kuya Rye made that sheepy smile. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;VIDEOS I TOOK FROM THE SET : (check out my youtube channel for Dream and Walang Iwanan videos, Click &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/aieajam"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay. I'm missing this! Hope to experience another M&amp;amp;G session. Love MYX. Love 6CM. Love OPM. \m/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108245882146055507-1300137209096634062?l=marieclairejustine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108245882146055507/posts/default/1300137209096634062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108245882146055507/posts/default/1300137209096634062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieclairejustine.blogspot.com/2009/10/myxphcoms-setlist-with-6cyclemind.html' title='MYXPH.com&apos;s Setlist with 6CycleMind'/><author><name>Marie Claire Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17781136076210551411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/SrjdmicuMQI/AAAAAAAAAJE/C37oG8w8zzE/S220/DSC05354.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/StSGmr9OxnI/AAAAAAAAAKE/fLPL-kRtEUY/s72-c/DSC05098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108245882146055507.post-2086711312323855498</id><published>2009-09-28T23:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T00:11:05.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the right time!</title><content type='html'>Com'on Filipino Youth, this is one true moment where we can be united and spread help to those who are in dire need. This is not just about the material things but also the emotional support that we can lend those brothers and sisters suffering from the drastic effect left by typhoon Ondoy to our country especially in the Metro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people thinks I'm just getting on with the bandwagon where famous youth personalities go out and serve the nation. I know it's not right to state my real mission for that would be just between me and the Almighty Father in Heaven. In my viewpoint, instead of making "batikos" to the reasons why people are motivated to help, why don't we just support each other by doing our share to help save those in need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, allot time to pray. We should and must be very thankful that most of us are safe and even not affected by the harm of typhoon Ondoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, try your best to donate and help in the distribution of the relief goods in any volunteers or donation centers in your area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, make use of technology. Retweet, Repost, Resend every important info&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth, let's remember to keep the Bayanihan Spirit Alive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, BTW, I got a list here from Bianca Gonzales' and Jiggy Cruz's blogs. I also added some that was tweeted few moments ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOCATION BREAKDOWN FOR VOLUNTEERS AND DONATIONS FOR VICTIMS OF TYPHOON ONDOY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;QUEZON CITY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- go to ateneo de manila university, katipunan avenue, and proceed to the college covered courts to volunteer. shifts are in three hour cycles. you can go as early as 6AM but it goes on the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- please bring packed/cooked food to 12 Denmark, Loyola Grand Villas, QC, and help @patriciahizon whose group was the only one helping the victims in tumana today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- @jiggycruz is mobilizing the youth who want to help, to volunteer, just go to Balay Expo Center in Cubao, Edsa cor McArthur, 8AM onwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- donations accepted in MIRIAM COLLEGE insa office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- donations also accepted in UP DILIMAN student council office at vinzons hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- @irisdeocampo shares that World Vision's HQ at Quezon Ave. near Delta accepts donations too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- for the GMA Kapuso Foundation, you can drop your donations at Samar St. cor GMA Network drive, QC. Behind GMA complex. Beside Malayan Bank. Tel # 9284299, 9289351, 9827777.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- for those who want to volunteer for sagip kapamilya: call 4132667/4160387, or go to #13 examiner st., west triangle, QC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- the other address for sagip kapamilya is sct. bayoran corner tomas morato. look for Girlie Aragon or Jet at 0916-7227806 or 0929-5348176&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- this is the REAL SAGIP KAPAMILYA ACCOUNT for your donations: banco de oro #56 300 20111 under abs-cbn foundation. to all those spreading fake accounts, please naman..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MANILA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- DLSU along taft avenue will be accepting any and all kinds of donations starting 830AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- csb alumni also accepting donations at 9/f dls-csb school of design and arts building, along pablo ocampo street, vito cruz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- UST is also accepting your donations, proceed to the Tan Yan Kee Student Center and at the CAS Office Rm 413 Medicine Building&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- donations can be dropped off at victory church in malate, call 5221212 or visit the victory website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PASIG:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- according to @margaga, poveda school (beside galleria) opens 9AM tomorrow and is open to all volunteers and any kind of donations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- according to @angel21kawaii, CFC Center in Ortigas is receiving donations in cash or in kind. Call (02)7270682-87 or 09195359036.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- donations can be dropped off at victory church in ortigas, contact 6311212 or visit the victory website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MANDALUYONG:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- GAWAD KALINGA is accepting volunteers and donations, base is RFM gym in pioneer. Contact Raul Dizon 09178888109 and Felice Caringal 09178888304.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- @kc_concepcion (for September 29) &lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;You can drop off your donations at Wackwack Clubhouse between 9am-2pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MAKATI:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- White Space in Pasong Tamo ext. / Chino Roces is in need of volunteers to pack goods&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- you can drop of your donations at Assumption College, San Lorenzo Village, Makati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- you can drop off your donations at the following stores in rockwell powerplant mall: aranaz, luca, greyone social.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TAGUIG or FORT area:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- donations can be dropped off at victory church in the fort, you can call 8171212 or visit the victory website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- you can drop off your donations in embassy superclub in the fort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PASAY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- @elizabacud shares that Manila Doctors College will also be accepting donations. Bring anything that can help at Speech Lab., Macapagal Blvd, PasayCity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SAN JUAN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- La Salle Greenhills, Xavier School, and ICA (right beside Xavier) are also accepting donations. Xavier will be accepting goods till 12midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FAIRVIEW area:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Help needed in Fairview and Novaliches. Please send clothes, food, water, meds &amp;amp; blankets to the Divine Savior Parish in North Fairview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOUTH (alabang, las pinas, paranaque):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- drop donations or volunteer at DE LA SALLE ZOBEL. Contact Ms. Angie Brazan at the Social Action Office 0917-8597602&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- you can drop donations at the ATC concierge, call 8422782 or 7721860&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- san beda alabang in alabang hills village is also accepting donations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- you can help pack donations 10AM at st. james church, ayala alabang village&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- you may volunteer at Red Cross Alabang - ATC along Zapote Road fronting National Bookstore call 8097131 for info&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- CFC center in Las Pinas City is accepting donations. it is near Verdant and in front of the construction of SM Center Las Pinas. Contact 09174493154 / 8460809&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BAGUIO:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- donations can be dropped off at the ABSCBN Baguio Office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- donations are also accepted at the Baguio Convention Center Executive Room from 10am til 4pm starting tomorrow til Friday. Volunteers are urged to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Organizing a soup kitchen. Baguio donating vegetables to arrive via Victory Liner. Contact Dave at 09178396179.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BULACAN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- RedCross bulacan accepts donations. It is located in Malolos Bulacan, near bulacan capitol :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CAGAYAN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- send your donations to the kkp office in xavier university, ATENEO DE CAGAYAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CAVITE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- DLSU-Dasmarinas is also accepting donations, pls proceed to the 2nd floor of SBC Building&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BATANGAS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- DE LA SALLE LIPA is now accepting your donations, drop off point is at the college lobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CEBU:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- details on how you can donate are on noelle's blog or the living for a cause blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BACOLOD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- For your donations, drop off center is at the Coliseum in the University of St. La Salle. 435-3857&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- CAFE BREIZH wil be a drop off center for donations. text 09193651101 for details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAVAO:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ATENEO DE DAVAO is accepting in kind donations for ondoy. drop off at the samahan office in jacinto campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- BANTAY BATA 163 davao located at matina,davao city is also a drop off point for any in-kind donations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ZAMBOANGA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ATENEO DE ZAMBOANGA is accepting donations. You may bring them to the SACSI office. Look for Alma Curesma, 991-0871, loc 2224 or 2225.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;for PETS in need of aid:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- @kimmydeleon is announcing that PARC is open for animals. Click this site for info of PAWS for helping from the flood. for the official website of paws, click here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;for those in SINGAPORE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- pinoys are mobilizing and gathering donations, visit this forum for more details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;for those in SYDNEY, AUSTRALIA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- you can deliver relief goods to 303/5 Stromboli Strait, Homebush Bay 2127. you can also contact through twitter at @allorange if you want to arrange for a pick up in the city&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;for those in TORONTO, CANADA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- pinoys in toronto are spearheading efforts to help, visit this website for details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;for anyone in the UNITED STATES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- visit the abs-cbn foundation website for details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- you can also call 1-800-5272820&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;for anyone else ABROAD who wants to help:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- you can donate through the paypal account link on this site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- the ayala foundation is also accepting your donations through their website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- you can donate through the kapuso foundation site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- you can use your credit card to donate via the the abs-cbn foundation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OTHER FORMS OF HELP FOR YOU:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO REPORT MISSING LOVED ONES OR AREAS IN NEED OF HELP: call the SAGIP KAPAMILYA HOTLINES at 4110011, 4110012, 4110013.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOTLINES FOR MISSING PERSONS:&lt;br /&gt;marikina - 09209389914&lt;br /&gt;qc - 09216555262&lt;br /&gt;pasig - 09189356318&lt;br /&gt;cainta - 09175606241.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DATABASE OF ONDOY VICTIMS AND EVACUATION CENTERS: click on the ateneotaskforceondoy website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR CAR TOWING NEEDS: HONDA and NISSAN offer free towing! call 09228504452, 09224452242, and 09228997959.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONATIONS ON WHEELS! If you have donations 2 give but no means 2 transport: contact 09189791229, 09177974098, 09326991794.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WORLD FOOD PROGRAMME is now accepting donations for the typhoon victims thru &lt;a href="https://www.wfp.org/donate/ondoy"&gt;https://www.wfp.org/donate/ondoy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Let's all do our share to help our countrymen in need. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108245882146055507-2086711312323855498?l=marieclairejustine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108245882146055507/posts/default/2086711312323855498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108245882146055507/posts/default/2086711312323855498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieclairejustine.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-is-right-time.html' title='This is the right time!'/><author><name>Marie Claire Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17781136076210551411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/SrjdmicuMQI/AAAAAAAAAJE/C37oG8w8zzE/S220/DSC05354.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108245882146055507.post-3737494234910962163</id><published>2009-09-20T00:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T01:00:18.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness</title><content type='html'>Happiness is a state of mind or feeling characterized by contentment, love, satisfaction, pleasure or joy (Wikipedia).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You cannot hold someone's life the way you want it to be, no matter how you want them to be happy, they have rights to choose which path they'll go through."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-my facebook status, posted 3 hours ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of usually encounter problems on friendship - getting real close up to the point that life's meaning to you is that person or that group of persons. I've been spending most of my teenage years with ten great people (aside from my family) that changed my life, in all aspects. I treat them much like siblings and to tell you honestly, I'll die when they go and leave me or the other way around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Separation anxiety, fear of rejection. I don't know what's really happening or what's going through my head. I do understand the fact that I cannot took hold of these people's aspirations and dreams... it's their life and they are the only ones who has the right to decide what should they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been looking for what I really want in life these past few days and decided to stay away from the usual "me" lifestyle. But as each day pass, there's a hole in my heart that grows - something that makes me feel that everyday there's something or someone taken from me and I don't know if I can find them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case #1: An indecisive friend.&lt;br /&gt;- I know that this friend only wants to be happy in life. But then, there's a lot of circumstances that took place and made the wind blow the other way. I'm not losing my patience on this person [but I'll admit that this scenario's really testing me], not even losing a single drop of faith. I know that this person deserves to be happy [everyone does]. All we need is to wait for that right time when everything falls in their right places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my indecisive friend: You need a gentle nudge regarding your perspective of happiness. I don't know if that nudge would be from me, but I hope that eventually you'll realize that great happiness is not about getting it in a blink of an eye - it's already destined and God only knows the right time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case #2: The 360 Degrees Mood Swing&lt;br /&gt;- It's getting worst everyday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To myself: Don't let the stress eat you... You are not edible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case #3: Old Maid Trauma&lt;br /&gt;- To quote one person, "I'm getting older and I need someone to rely on." Correct, indeed. And that statement is bugging me and deeply affects my thinking activities [don't get me wrong, I'm not yet psychotic]. I never did this before but I'm trying to rely on my horoscope at Yahoo! just to keep myself sane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHERE IN THIS F WORLD CAN I FIND YOU?!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...or have I found you already but the problem is, I have already let you go. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senseless. Just telling the world what's dancing through my brain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108245882146055507-3737494234910962163?l=marieclairejustine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108245882146055507/posts/default/3737494234910962163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108245882146055507/posts/default/3737494234910962163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieclairejustine.blogspot.com/2009/09/happiness.html' title='Happiness'/><author><name>Marie Claire Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17781136076210551411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/SrjdmicuMQI/AAAAAAAAAJE/C37oG8w8zzE/S220/DSC05354.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108245882146055507.post-599072219579196205</id><published>2009-09-16T00:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T23:39:15.367+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soupstar Entertainment Philippines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='6CycleMind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project 6CycleMind'/><title type='text'>SixCycleMind's Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.titikpilipino.com/images/album/6cyclemind-project.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 277px;" src="http://www.titikpilipino.com/images/album/6cyclemind-project.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: arial;"&gt;As I walked along the sky&lt;br /&gt;Of my dream you came alive&lt;br /&gt;And it feels you’ve made to change&lt;br /&gt;My whole life&lt;br /&gt;And I know you will be there&lt;br /&gt;There for me to make me stare&lt;br /&gt;And it will be always and&lt;br /&gt;Forever in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream, it makes me change but not for real&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I only see you smiling&lt;br /&gt;In my dreams, that’s the only time&lt;br /&gt;I make you feel that my love for you is real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to me and hold me in my dream&lt;br /&gt;Let me touch you for a while&lt;br /&gt;And don't let me realize that I am dreaming&lt;br /&gt;Cause I’ll be missing you&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be missing you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I ran along the sky&lt;br /&gt;Full of dreams, hopes and lies&lt;br /&gt;You just come to make me feel&lt;br /&gt;That we’re supposed to be together&lt;br /&gt;And I know you will be there&lt;br /&gt;There for me to make me stare&lt;br /&gt;And it will be always and&lt;br /&gt;Forever in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s time to come around&lt;br /&gt;It’s time to wake up now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The song was initially part of Callalily's debut album (Destination XYZ) and if I'm not mistaken, it was produced by Kuya Rye Sarmiento and Kuya Ney Dimaculangan of 6CycleMind. I believe it was written by SoupStar Management's main man, Sir Dar Hernandez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6CycleMind performed the song during their acoustic set for MYXPH.COM's Setlist together with other "project" songs namely: Kung Wala Na Nga (part of Danita's debut Album, Promotor), Walang Iwanan and some of their old hits - Upside Down, I, Sandalan whereas I was luckily free to join them and enjoy the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/Sq_IgLNk39I/AAAAAAAAAI8/p8JJYPWYVNA/s1600-h/DSC05105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/Sq_IgLNk39I/AAAAAAAAAI8/p8JJYPWYVNA/s320/DSC05105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381740534822133714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(L to R) Kuya Rye, Ate Kat, me and Kuya Ney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song is about dreaming. Haha! It's about how a certain dream can influence a person, how it may affect one's perspective and way of living. At some point I also think that the song teaches us how to determine which dreams should be converted into reality and which should remain as is. It inspires me to dream more and achieve it if possible. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to come around, it's time to wake up now... It's time to come around. YEAH YEAH. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108245882146055507-599072219579196205?l=marieclairejustine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108245882146055507/posts/default/599072219579196205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108245882146055507/posts/default/599072219579196205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieclairejustine.blogspot.com/2009/09/sixcycleminds-dream.html' title='SixCycleMind&apos;s Dream'/><author><name>Marie Claire Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17781136076210551411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/SrjdmicuMQI/AAAAAAAAAJE/C37oG8w8zzE/S220/DSC05354.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/Sq_IgLNk39I/AAAAAAAAAI8/p8JJYPWYVNA/s72-c/DSC05105.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108245882146055507.post-6813520794112612034</id><published>2009-09-07T01:36:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T02:58:49.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are Horoscopes Real?</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;When it comes to your love life, the future is in your hands on the 1st and 2nd. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you stay or do you go?&lt;/span&gt; Do you ask them out or do you shy away? Do you just say, 'okay what the heck, nothing risked, nothing gained'? Or do you choose the path of least resistance? Well, only you can answer. And if you choose wrong the first time, then try, try again. After all, you've got all month to learn to take a risk. What? You still think you can have romance without putting your feelings on the line? On the 5th, you'll see the patent falsity of your way of thinking. Some heavy-duty emotions show you that you need to get serious about allowing yourself to be vulnerable. The 9th and 10th are your days. Only do things that are good for you. Put yourself ahead of everybody else. Give yourself a pat on the back, a rub on the tummy and kiss on the cheek. You deserve it! Why rush to the end when you could be enjoying the beginning on the 15th? By the 20th, you need to break free of tried and true. Try wild and crazy! Try totally unknown! Try a blind date. Set up by your best friend! Go big with your message on the 25th. Keep calm on the 30th.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--Yahoo! Horoscope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't personally believe in Horoscopes but I do not say anything negative about it at the same time. It was just last month and so as for this month when I started reading my horoscope for Career and Love. Maybe I'm playing with the geek girl side, I guess. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;September 2, 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Club Dredd, Eastwood to give some of my time to help raise funds for Kuya Joey's baby, Yeoj. I know it'll be a little tiring but it will be really fulfilling because at the end of that event, I'll get to recall that once in my life, I became a productive individual and that I made a way to help those in need (lets just put it this way, I'm saying this 'cause I'm making myself believe from all the appreciative messages and comments that I personally receive from a lot of people connected with the event). Too flattering, I'm not used to it, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That night, there were 5 things that really scared me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Obtaining less sales = less funds for Yeoj. =(&lt;br /&gt;2. Companions might be pissed off - I'm afraid they'll get tired of selling the items.&lt;br /&gt;3. Negative energy - People might tell me that it's better to watch the gig instead of selling.&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Umagahin&lt;/span&gt; (and it happened! Haha.)&lt;br /&gt;5. To see that guy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/SqQDEm-nhqI/AAAAAAAAAH8/HTz1ks1c38o/s1600-h/DSC05241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/SqQDEm-nhqI/AAAAAAAAAH8/HTz1ks1c38o/s320/DSC05241.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378427232704759458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;With Erin and Car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I raise my glass to them. They were too supportive of the event, the items and me. I am really touched with their efforts of helping me out though I know they really want to see the bands to perform. They stayed with me from the time we arrived Dredd until the gig ended. You gals definitely rule. Hands down, Hats off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/SqQDWSLbxRI/AAAAAAAAAIE/YXrZfcHPEgI/s1600-h/DSC05164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/SqQDWSLbxRI/AAAAAAAAAIE/YXrZfcHPEgI/s320/DSC05164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378427536359015698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Emy and I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Aside from my bandmates, Emy (our newly acquired roadie) should also be given lots of credit. :) I know that she's the real excited one to watch the show but instead of going inside and mingle with her friends, she chose to stay with us and do the selling. I never expected that from her since it was just our second meeting. Haha! You are wonderfully great, Emy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Groupie is awake!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me whatever you like, it's just that I am indeed an OPM Band Fanatic and I am proud that I am one. This was the reward I gave myself after doing the selling. Little things are huge happiness to me! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/SqQDoXNfGfI/AAAAAAAAAIM/zhetHPCGVyY/s1600-h/DSC05189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/SqQDoXNfGfI/AAAAAAAAAIM/zhetHPCGVyY/s320/DSC05189.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378427846947445234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Vince of Paraluman and me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was just last August 27 when I rocked out with Vince's band at Sazi's Bar. It was such a joy seeing him at Dredd though his band wasn't part of that gig's line up (on the second part at Mag:Net they'll be playing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/SqQD8McPkmI/AAAAAAAAAIU/6OhbVq-ZWPg/s1600-h/DSC05207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/SqQD8McPkmI/AAAAAAAAAIU/6OhbVq-ZWPg/s320/DSC05207.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378428187653935714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;with Kuya Rye of 6CycleMind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Met him a couple of times since I was a freshman. It was just these days when I got the chance to be a little close to him and his band. ;) And I want to commend him for buying an item for Yeoj. He's one great Kuya talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/SqQEcrPvF4I/AAAAAAAAAIc/kGN1EEmc7Zg/s1600-h/DSC05159+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/SqQEcrPvF4I/AAAAAAAAAIc/kGN1EEmc7Zg/s320/DSC05159+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378428745678788482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;with Philip aka Poleng&lt;br /&gt;(I use to call him Poleng 'cause they say that he looks like Pauleen Luna, daw)&lt;br /&gt;of Aurora.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;He's my facebook chatmate and just met him twice as well. I'm just fascinated by the way he uses his guitar effects and by the way he strums his band's song. \m/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Celebrating 4 Years and Counting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Callalily was Yeoj's godfathers. I've been with these guys since 2005 and I never thought that the invisible bond will last this long. "Been there, done that" was the whole story of my journey with this bunch of guys. Too memorable but still I have to risk something to open another door for a better opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/SqQEwEnld0I/AAAAAAAAAIk/u8LzOtNNy-c/s1600-h/DSC05209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/SqQEwEnld0I/AAAAAAAAAIk/u8LzOtNNy-c/s320/DSC05209.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378429078907221826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's Alden and my hand. Emy took the shot. Makes me emotional when seeing this one. And seeing that he's using the Tote Bag he bought for Yeoj's benefit makes me more emotional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/SqQE9rZq_XI/AAAAAAAAAIs/MrTkroG4NBE/s1600-h/DSC05245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/SqQE9rZq_XI/AAAAAAAAAIs/MrTkroG4NBE/s320/DSC05245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378429312656145778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's my original pal, Kean. We were classmates way back UST days and that's were the bond between us started. He's the ninong of the night. He's the main man that's why we got a little presentable fund collection. ;) Thanks, man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/SqQF7Mf_DwI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Xlc1REGyB3U/s1600-h/DSC05247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/SqQF7Mf_DwI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Xlc1REGyB3U/s320/DSC05247.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378430369513017090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah. Tats and me. He's my first guy text and call mate (after graduating High School from an all-girl school) when I was in first year college. Pictures can fake emotions. My emotions are really stirred that moment. No Comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've planned to lay down the friendship and the music before the event took it's place but I think the effectiveness won't be that fast. I need a couple of months and new more things to do for me to recover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things are said. I need to shut my mouth now and end this sort of IDK blog post. Goodbye. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108245882146055507-6813520794112612034?l=marieclairejustine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108245882146055507/posts/default/6813520794112612034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108245882146055507/posts/default/6813520794112612034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieclairejustine.blogspot.com/2009/09/are-horoscopes-real.html' title='Are Horoscopes Real?'/><author><name>Marie Claire Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17781136076210551411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/SrjdmicuMQI/AAAAAAAAAJE/C37oG8w8zzE/S220/DSC05354.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/SqQDEm-nhqI/AAAAAAAAAH8/HTz1ks1c38o/s72-c/DSC05241.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108245882146055507.post-1473528995466366998</id><published>2009-09-01T00:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T23:42:48.660+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soupstar Entertainment Philippines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pneumonia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yeoj Dalupang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Callalily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='6CycleMind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aurora'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imago'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='For A Cause'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blue Ketchup'/><title type='text'>iYEOJ sa alright!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/Spv4iv-5IPI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Ivq2JdHvkJQ/s1600-h/iYEOJ+beybi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/Spv4iv-5IPI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Ivq2JdHvkJQ/s320/iYEOJ+beybi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376163856076316914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hey guys and girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please help us raise funds for the benefit of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeoj Dalupang&lt;/span&gt; (child of Kuya Joey, Callalily band's Staff) who is now at the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ICU of Philippine Children's Medical Center because of Pneumonia&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A special event will be held on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;September 2, 2009, 8:30PM at Club Dredd, Eastwood&lt;/span&gt; that will showcase performances from: 6CycleMind, Aurora, Blue Ketchup, Callalily, Duster, Manibela, Pedicab, Sandwich and many more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P150&lt;/span&gt; lang to get in. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, merchandise items like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tote Bags, Mugs, Puzzles and Mousepads&lt;/span&gt; can be bought from the event. Still &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;for the benefit of the little child&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All items are at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P130&lt;/span&gt; only on that day, so enjoy the night, get goodies at low price and help the little child. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks and see yah there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108245882146055507-1473528995466366998?l=marieclairejustine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108245882146055507/posts/default/1473528995466366998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108245882146055507/posts/default/1473528995466366998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieclairejustine.blogspot.com/2009/09/iyeoj-sa-alright.html' title='iYEOJ sa alright!'/><author><name>Marie Claire Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17781136076210551411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/SrjdmicuMQI/AAAAAAAAAJE/C37oG8w8zzE/S220/DSC05354.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/Spv4iv-5IPI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Ivq2JdHvkJQ/s72-c/iYEOJ+beybi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108245882146055507.post-6731787052403151463</id><published>2009-08-29T20:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T23:44:26.929+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soupstar Entertainment Philippines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aurora'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Praise and Promises of Twenty-o-Seven'/><title type='text'>"Kamay" ng Aurora</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/Spkk2vxiGYI/AAAAAAAAAHs/hAdH05YAGho/s1600-h/aurora.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 319px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/Spkk2vxiGYI/AAAAAAAAAHs/hAdH05YAGho/s320/aurora.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375368153199155586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nagsimula ang lahat sa isang pangarap,&lt;br /&gt;pangarap na inasam mula pa nung bata.&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko lang alam kung magkakaroon ng katuparan ang lahat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minsan, nananaginip ng gising.&lt;br /&gt;Kinakausap ang sarili wari'y may katabi.&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko napapansin, lahat sila'y nakatingin sa akin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matagal na kitang minamahal,&lt;br /&gt;may gusto lang sana akong patunayan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hawak ka sa aking mga kamay,&lt;br /&gt;dadalhin kita sa mundo ng musika&lt;br /&gt;kung san lahat nagsisigawan,&lt;br /&gt;tuloy lang ang tugtugan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sige na, makisaya na&lt;br /&gt;Kalimutan muna ang utang mo sa kanya.&lt;br /&gt;Wag ka ng masindak, ituloy ang padyak hanggang umaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;=================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't usually write reviews or comments on songs unless it took or hit something off my emotions. So, obviously "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kamay&lt;/span&gt;" swept me off from my present path (on musicality).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started listening to Aurora's songs since February this year when I heard them play at a gig at 70's Bistro (though I've heard their songs online before that gig and their bassist, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kuya&lt;/span&gt; Cookie Taylo had been an acquaintance when he played for Callalily when Aa's not around).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, you'll think that the song is a little Metal - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tipong may&lt;/span&gt; growl &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;o may&lt;/span&gt; scream. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mala-&lt;/span&gt;Kjwan or Philia. But it's actually a little different. It's more like a story with a climatic twist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite part in this song is its chorus. :) It reminds me too much of my loving bandmates. It helps me realize that when you're in an industry related to showbiz or claiming fame, a person or a group of person should hold on tight to their goals and do their best to achieve those. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Laban lang&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kamay&lt;/span&gt;'s chorus, to my bandmates...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HAWAK LANG SA AKING MGA KAMAY, DADALHIN KO KAYO SA MUNDO NG MUSIKA. KUNG SAAN LAHAT SILA SATIN AY NAGHIHIYAWAN&lt;/span&gt;, LET'S JUST CONTINUE PLAYING AND ENJOYING OUR MUSIC! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TULOY LANG ANG TUGTUGAN... tuloy tuloy&lt;/span&gt;! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108245882146055507-6731787052403151463?l=marieclairejustine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108245882146055507/posts/default/6731787052403151463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108245882146055507/posts/default/6731787052403151463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieclairejustine.blogspot.com/2009/08/kamay-ng-aurora.html' title='&quot;Kamay&quot; ng Aurora'/><author><name>Marie Claire Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17781136076210551411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/SrjdmicuMQI/AAAAAAAAAJE/C37oG8w8zzE/S220/DSC05354.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/Spkk2vxiGYI/AAAAAAAAAHs/hAdH05YAGho/s72-c/aurora.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108245882146055507.post-6710566561834327530</id><published>2009-08-28T20:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T21:08:23.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Guardians</title><content type='html'>Last night Cariss and I celebrated our first year of friendship at our all-time tambayan, Sazi's Espana (that was formerly known as Mayrics).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/SpfUGEwvAXI/AAAAAAAAAHU/zbLKHjUvGns/s1600-h/DSC05136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/SpfUGEwvAXI/AAAAAAAAAHU/zbLKHjUvGns/s320/DSC05136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374997881112428914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We spent the night with good good music with our new found friends (if that would be the best and most appropriate term to use), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ate&lt;/span&gt; Catherine, Emy, Madz (the best dinner mate ever!), Vince, Philip and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kuya&lt;/span&gt; Kiko. We also celebrated it with our almost &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kuya&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kuya&lt;/span&gt; RJ. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, I am admitting that I'm the one liable for all tantrums that Cariss went into. Hahaha! But I think this year would be the other way around. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Salamat sa&lt;/span&gt; tantrums DD! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admitting the truth, it would be a little hard for me to move on from something deeper than addiction, deeper than commitment. I was with another bunch of people for almost four years and I think it's a tidious process to just let go of the bond (and the BAND I used to bond with before). But no matter how hard it may be, I am happy that I am letting go of the grip - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kahit pa isa-isang daliri lang muna&lt;/span&gt;. :) Thanks for giving me another direction, Cariss. This is an entirely new environment for me (although &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;banda rin naman&lt;/span&gt;, same management &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pa&lt;/span&gt;) but I believe that my life indeed needs massive improvement! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Baka&lt;/span&gt; this is one good way to do so. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers for the one year of solid rock hard adventure, music, love, friendship and sisterhood. More years to come dd! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FLASH DRIVE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;este&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, FLASH BACK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/SpfV0x9hHuI/AAAAAAAAAHc/3naKN6PKFrA/s1600-h/DSC01453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/SpfV0x9hHuI/AAAAAAAAAHc/3naKN6PKFrA/s320/DSC01453.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374999783031250658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A YEAR AGO [o8.29.o9]:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cariss, Kean, Me, Tatsi celebrating Michael Jackson's 50th Bday at MOA. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/SpfWR5MCkvI/AAAAAAAAAHk/70bvBO1mDJ4/s1600-h/DSC05137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/SpfWR5MCkvI/AAAAAAAAAHk/70bvBO1mDJ4/s320/DSC05137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375000283187417842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This year. Meet the new guardians:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Philip, Cariss and Kuya Kiko at our over favorite tambayan, Sazi's :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108245882146055507-6710566561834327530?l=marieclairejustine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108245882146055507/posts/default/6710566561834327530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108245882146055507/posts/default/6710566561834327530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieclairejustine.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-guardians.html' title='The New Guardians'/><author><name>Marie Claire Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17781136076210551411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/SrjdmicuMQI/AAAAAAAAAJE/C37oG8w8zzE/S220/DSC05354.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/SpfUGEwvAXI/AAAAAAAAAHU/zbLKHjUvGns/s72-c/DSC05136.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108245882146055507.post-7729450129467336543</id><published>2009-08-21T23:26:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T23:48:07.312+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pinoy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ninoy Aquino'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cory Aquino'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pilipinas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People Power'/><title type='text'>No Title - Hoping it makes sense</title><content type='html'>It was indeed another tiring day for me. I woke up 7am (too late to watch UKG) then went to Manila with my parents. 7:40AM when we left Cavite. I didn't take anything for breakfast though I am aware of the big "fight" that I'll battle on at Divisoria. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/So7BMqc6mFI/AAAAAAAAAG8/HQO2OFCLTP0/s1600-h/aieahey%285%29+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/So7BMqc6mFI/AAAAAAAAAG8/HQO2OFCLTP0/s320/aieahey%285%29+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372443828797741138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today, as all Filipinos commemorate the 26th Death Anniversary of the late Senator Benigno Aquino I took a small part to remember Ninoy in my own way. I wore Yellow the whole day and asked everyone to join the Yellow Hour by turning their hazard lights on. Even my Dad was shocked when he received my group message. Haha! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/So7BbXYAUPI/AAAAAAAAAHE/7S6YjYB-wV4/s1600-h/aieahey%289%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/So7BbXYAUPI/AAAAAAAAAHE/7S6YjYB-wV4/s320/aieahey%289%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372444081374908658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When we passed by Roxas Blvd and Manila City Hall, all was so yellow. It matches the clear blue skies that morning. My parents and I were actually listening to a certain program in AM radio that talks about Ninoy and his great acts when a drop of tear fell from my eye after hearing his recorded speech about saying NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The loss of Ninoy and so as his wife, Cory is a sad part of living that I can relate. I also lost my Grandmother last January and it was August 29 when she was stroked and made her totally bed-ridden. Making me too emotional when I can hear or watch things about these two great people and their family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/So7Bt87rgfI/AAAAAAAAAHM/kK6p-v8p0iU/s1600-h/aieahey%287%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/So7Bt87rgfI/AAAAAAAAAHM/kK6p-v8p0iU/s320/aieahey%287%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372444400694297074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The pictures in this post are my shots when we were passing through Roxas Blvd. While I'm looking at the Ninoy and Cory images in the streets, the blueness of the skies made me think that all of those important people that aren't with us anymore might be happier and living an entire better life with the Lord today. They have made their part to change our lives and make us better individuals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to the Aquino family, I just pray that may all of you continue to be strong despite the loss of the former President and thank you very much for sharing Sen. Ninoy and Pres. Cory to every Filipino.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108245882146055507-7729450129467336543?l=marieclairejustine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108245882146055507/posts/default/7729450129467336543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108245882146055507/posts/default/7729450129467336543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieclairejustine.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-title-hoping-it-makes-sense.html' title='No Title - Hoping it makes sense'/><author><name>Marie Claire Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17781136076210551411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/SrjdmicuMQI/AAAAAAAAAJE/C37oG8w8zzE/S220/DSC05354.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/So7BMqc6mFI/AAAAAAAAAG8/HQO2OFCLTP0/s72-c/aieahey%285%29+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108245882146055507.post-7772625365175736259</id><published>2009-08-20T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T22:31:49.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIBRANS ROCK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Cancer Woman &amp;amp; Libra Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A Cancer woman and a Libra man have completely opposing characteristics. Nothing matches between the two, be it physical, emotional or psychological level. While he wants intellectual stability, she craves for emotional constancy. This does not mean that the Libra male is devoid of romance and love. But, his need for intellectual stimulation is greater. If the Cancer female makes an effort to instigate his romantic capabilities, things can definitely turn out to be wonderful. This love match demands lots of efforts and adjustments, on both sides, to be successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Libra-Cancer Compatibility&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cancer is easily                hurt, unless the peace-loving Libra is provoked. Libra will appreciate                Cancer's natural desire to love, and protect but sometimes will                impose on the Cancerian's desire to give. Due to excess of emotions                of Cancer, Libra's balance between emotions and reasons may be disturbed.                The secret of heavenly happiness comes from complete captivating                communication.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;A Cancer girl cannot          get well with a Libran man. She would be always nagging and crying an          dfull of emotions. But the Libran man needs some peace and happiness that          he shall go out in serach of true love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cancer Libra Compatibility Astrology&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Cancer can't help but be caught up in Libran's many schemes and dreams. But eventually, the romantic bubble could well burst. They'll start to realise that it's no use dreaming without doing anything practical to turn these into reality.   Cancer will want more than pie-in-the-sky imaginings.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;They might tire of their Libran's “all talk and no action” attitude. They want and they need a more assertive and more sensual lover. They respect tradition and they are attracted to “old” things but the Libran might try and persuade them to have a more modern outlook on life.   Both partners will enjoy sharing hobbies and activities in their home and Cancer likes to be surrounded by books, videos and their favourite CD's. However, whenever they share “romantic” moments, it could be that their tastes will differ slightly and somehow the moment just never seems right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--got it from different internet write ups&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a fan of Astrology or even a believer of these Zodiac sign matches... But there's one thing that made me ask myself so I started to research on Librans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Born between September 22 to October 24 are Librans and the only symbol that is represented by an inanimate object rather that an animal or person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what exact characteristics does people under the Libra sign have pero I think I'm falling for a new person under this sign. Geez! This is not normal. I must redefine LOVE and ADMIRATION. I know these two are too different from one another (com'on mind! Work!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much thinking. I have to rest now. Good night world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108245882146055507-7772625365175736259?l=marieclairejustine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108245882146055507/posts/default/7772625365175736259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108245882146055507/posts/default/7772625365175736259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieclairejustine.blogspot.com/2009/08/librans-rock.html' title='LIBRANS ROCK!'/><author><name>Marie Claire Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17781136076210551411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/SrjdmicuMQI/AAAAAAAAAJE/C37oG8w8zzE/S220/DSC05354.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108245882146055507.post-4276649934497790911</id><published>2009-08-19T22:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T23:49:43.475+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SunStar Philippines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jiggy Cruz'/><title type='text'>On Jiggy's chat at SunStar</title><content type='html'>SunStar moderators told us that they'll be writing about the chat but I can't stop myself to blog the fun experience. :) Don't worry, this will be on a personal perspective only. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SunStar said that the chat would start 9:30PM. I checked my login at 7PM but I only saw 2 people online so I decided to log out and check back after an hour. I fell asleep while my cousin's scolding me again (hindi daw nga kasi ako natutulog on time). To my shock, Jiggy Cruz was already answering questions. I went in to that chat battle without any prepared formal question. Pagkakataon na sana 'to na makipagusap at malaman ang opinion ng isang prominenteng tao tulad niya - kaya lang, flooded masyado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No offense meant to all the chatters in SunStar pero I noticed that the moderators had a hard time making all of us cooperate and understand the rules. Uso talaga ang mga pasaway. I thought those things only happen on Grand Chat Days of bands (groupie speaking here) pero ganun din pala kahit sa isang prominent personality. However, I cannot blame them... baka nadala ng excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a real fun night at SunStar. Thanks to Jiggy Cruz for being so patient to answer all of our questions in the chat a while ago. To all the moderators of SunStar chat for doing your best to keep the session at a normal pace. Kudos to all of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Salamat kay Jiggy, he spelled my nickname correctly. :) [babaw ko]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108245882146055507-4276649934497790911?l=marieclairejustine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108245882146055507/posts/default/4276649934497790911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108245882146055507/posts/default/4276649934497790911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieclairejustine.blogspot.com/2009/08/on-jiggys-chat-at-sunstar.html' title='On Jiggy&apos;s chat at SunStar'/><author><name>Marie Claire Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17781136076210551411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/SrjdmicuMQI/AAAAAAAAAJE/C37oG8w8zzE/S220/DSC05354.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108245882146055507.post-6808225545548427637</id><published>2009-08-17T00:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T01:15:33.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/Sog9x-v1C6I/AAAAAAAAAGs/_nR1LWQgceY/s1600-h/DSC05034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/Sog9x-v1C6I/AAAAAAAAAGs/_nR1LWQgceY/s320/DSC05034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370610484505807778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second part (I told you, I really suck at blogging today).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like a month ago when I went out with my bandmates/friends/sisters (hindi nga lang kami kumpleto) and that was to celebrate my 20th. Well on the positive side, I should be grateful that we got to catch up with each other again - though not musically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started my day by walking around Power Plant Mall to lurk on somethings. IDK - my feet just brought me there. Then I left after taking my delayed breakfast. I was thinking twice on where I exactly want to go that afternoon (badly caught up with three mighty choices - making me real gaga!) - Fort, MOA or Magnet High Street (same, still The Fort).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4PM when I arrived at MOA (obviously, I picked it above the other options) and I waited for my friends. It was 5PM when Cariss arrived and then, we just stroll around. It was a real good afternoon 'cause there was nothing that I really know that day aside from the fact that I missed them so bad. Haha! Emo. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was almost 7PM when Erin came. What's new? Vocalists always makes the crowd wait. Haha! And the bonus thing, she came in with her younger sib (so we have a baby that night).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala na. I can't think of anything na. Mentally-blocked. Go see my multiply for the whole pic stuff. Im off to sleep. x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PAHABOL:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/Sog-D02NH0I/AAAAAAAAAG0/3UADwH47MQk/s1600-h/DSC05046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/Sog-D02NH0I/AAAAAAAAAG0/3UADwH47MQk/s320/DSC05046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370610791085842242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i am really in love with my shirt. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108245882146055507-6808225545548427637?l=marieclairejustine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108245882146055507/posts/default/6808225545548427637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108245882146055507/posts/default/6808225545548427637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieclairejustine.blogspot.com/2009/08/catching-up.html' title='Catching up'/><author><name>Marie Claire Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17781136076210551411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/SrjdmicuMQI/AAAAAAAAAJE/C37oG8w8zzE/S220/DSC05354.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/Sog9x-v1C6I/AAAAAAAAAGs/_nR1LWQgceY/s72-c/DSC05034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108245882146055507.post-710110313079098442</id><published>2009-08-16T22:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T23:55:31.575+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pinoy Friendster Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Callalily'/><title type='text'>Big Screen Chronicles</title><content type='html'>Part 1 of 2. Haha. I just don't know how to organize my stupid thoughts right now that's why I'm splitting the whole story into two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Pinoy Friendster Day yesterday at MOA with my bandmates, Erin and Car (plus Erin's younger sis). This was not my original plan, though. I'm just happy to see them again after a month. Haha! I saw couple of other people that I haven't seen for a very long time! Thank God for the catch up moments! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/SogrV-tAQvI/AAAAAAAAAGc/s2Y602pcWbg/s1600-h/DSC05022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/SogrV-tAQvI/AAAAAAAAAGc/s2Y602pcWbg/s320/DSC05022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370590212248322802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What I really missed is the super sparkling 7PM MOA fireworks and the feedback of the guitar amps. Ahw. How I wish to play with my band again (sob)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/SogsLzbz36I/AAAAAAAAAGk/BgJRKiwQl_8/s1600-h/DSC05069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/SogsLzbz36I/AAAAAAAAAGk/BgJRKiwQl_8/s320/DSC05069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370591136936353698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway, I just blogged to congratulate Paraluman and Callalily for playing a good set of songs! You guys left me with awe. Haha! I'm serious... di lang halata. And also, I really want to arbor Alden's Ninoy-Cory Shirt! Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm typing this blog for like 1 hour already and it's still senseless. Haha. Silly me. However (again), Kean's version of Nobody (Wonder Girls) is also attached. That's from a very far perspective. I didn't get in with my friends, so hot sa venue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7e9bcfdc052c4a5f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7e9bcfdc052c4a5f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331353159%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7E339109A2DCDFC533DAC8553C5B2031F5BF5E83.2B9E48A77E9B7E383754BC225795FF1378019E50%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7e9bcfdc052c4a5f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DW2zyWcP3sj-Ng4LuKlzXi5bm5jg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7e9bcfdc052c4a5f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331353159%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7E339109A2DCDFC533DAC8553C5B2031F5BF5E83.2B9E48A77E9B7E383754BC225795FF1378019E50%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7e9bcfdc052c4a5f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DW2zyWcP3sj-Ng4LuKlzXi5bm5jg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108245882146055507-710110313079098442?l=marieclairejustine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=7e9bcfdc052c4a5f&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108245882146055507/posts/default/710110313079098442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108245882146055507/posts/default/710110313079098442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieclairejustine.blogspot.com/2009/08/big-screen-chronicles.html' title='Big Screen Chronicles'/><author><name>Marie Claire Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17781136076210551411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/SrjdmicuMQI/AAAAAAAAAJE/C37oG8w8zzE/S220/DSC05354.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/SogrV-tAQvI/AAAAAAAAAGc/s2Y602pcWbg/s72-c/DSC05022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108245882146055507.post-5307280459289720443</id><published>2009-08-14T21:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T21:23:48.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Emily</title><content type='html'>Happy weekends to all workaholics there! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm praying and hoping for a good sleep tonight but I think I'll fail to achieve that one (I have a rush shirt order for pick up tomorrow afternoon).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno what to say. My mind's screaming for rest &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na kasi eh&lt;/span&gt;. Thanks to my ever reliable ipod... helping me to regain sanity (but the songs make me an emo). Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NP: Emily (originally by Paraluman) - Kean's Version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun has set and the gray sky fade in blue&lt;br /&gt;Been wanting to say goodbye but it leads me back to you&lt;br /&gt;And the rain starts to fall down&lt;br /&gt;As I watch the stars crash into the night&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could turn, turn back the hands of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I pick up all the pieces that you have left behind&lt;br /&gt;My heart bleeds your smile and my soul starts to die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm screaming I'm shouting I can't hear a thing&lt;br /&gt;My eyes burn and blister I can't feel the pain&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I'm here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LETTING GO IS THE MOST &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;GRRRR&lt;/span&gt; PART OF BEING IN LOVE...&lt;br /&gt;...it makes us cry, it makes us feel stupid, it hurts us and most of all, it really kills (sob).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108245882146055507-5307280459289720443?l=marieclairejustine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108245882146055507/posts/default/5307280459289720443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108245882146055507/posts/default/5307280459289720443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieclairejustine.blogspot.com/2009/08/dear-emily.html' title='Dear Emily'/><author><name>Marie Claire Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17781136076210551411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/SrjdmicuMQI/AAAAAAAAAJE/C37oG8w8zzE/S220/DSC05354.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108245882146055507.post-7889845556052545943</id><published>2009-08-13T00:55:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T01:37:43.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Circuit</title><content type='html'>Much more of a routine, I started my day at the shop with Paraluman's 911 (that's off their cd In Lab) while I set myself up for printing the shirt designs and threw them off the heat press and finish the orders for pick up this afternoon. So that is actually, the "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ngaragan&lt;/span&gt;" time. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came two disastrous events:&lt;br /&gt;1. Shop's main switch burned itself out. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At hindi ko namalayan yun&lt;/span&gt;! While I'm working on with one of the shirts, all electrical supplies in the shop stopped working, even the lights turned off. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Akala ko&lt;/span&gt; horror story. Haha! I even thought it was a black out in the area. But, obviously I'm wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The electrician said, it's because the 30 something (I forgot the term for that black cartridge-like thing from the main switch box) of the main switch cannot accommodate the flow of the energy needed by the heat press that's why it burnt itself up. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great! Despite the hotness and the darkness I experienced, at least nothing bad happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/SoL7CSi8wFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/37WCXwI2yK8/s1600-h/mh84zm2-683x1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 274px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/SoL7CSi8wFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/37WCXwI2yK8/s200/mh84zm2-683x1024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369129722535788626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2. I'm torn. I want to use Naruto's Kagebunshin (if I spelled that one correctly) Technique so that I can make another me for Saturday. Haha! The whole thing was that, Steph, a friend way back Elementary got my number from someone (haha. that's a long story, don't mind it) and she wanted to order a couple shirt from me sana... that was the original reason of her communication re-establishment. But after some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kamustahan&lt;/span&gt;, I told her that I'm sort of into photography and digital arts (and, damn great thing, I even let her see my newest edited pic! hahaha. Shame on me) and then she started to say, "Hey, want to come with me on Saturday &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sa&lt;/span&gt; The Fort... Let's just get pictures of the place." That was the original plan. And that was for morning. But after a day, she texted me and was so eager to go to The Fort by 8PM on Saturday hoping that she can be able to see her ultimate crush, Mark Nelson (com'on Steph, pilitin mo pa ko... so that I could see my ultimate crush too *blush blush*).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, here's the other thing... I was set to go to MOA on the same day (probably by the afternoon), for Pinoy Friendster Day. I even printed my pass already. Haha! Honestly, I really want to go there but it seems like my whole individuality is craving for something new. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nagsawa na ata sa buhay&lt;/span&gt; rockstar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To quote someone, "I'm getting old and I need someone to rely on". But the catch is.. who and where would I meet that someone. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At saka&lt;/span&gt;, OA &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lang&lt;/span&gt;. 20 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lang kaya ako&lt;/span&gt;. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, BTW, I had designed a shirt (but I won't be posting the real shirt &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;muna&lt;/span&gt;). I dunno if I'm serious with what it says, but hell... I think I will be.. soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I hate it.. I can't post pics. Hahaha! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108245882146055507-7889845556052545943?l=marieclairejustine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108245882146055507/posts/default/7889845556052545943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108245882146055507/posts/default/7889845556052545943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieclairejustine.blogspot.com/2009/08/short-circuit.html' title='Short Circuit'/><author><name>Marie Claire Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17781136076210551411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/SrjdmicuMQI/AAAAAAAAAJE/C37oG8w8zzE/S220/DSC05354.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/SoL7CSi8wFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/37WCXwI2yK8/s72-c/mh84zm2-683x1024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108245882146055507.post-7314588950753528841</id><published>2009-08-12T01:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T02:05:03.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Complicated Entrepreneur's Life</title><content type='html'>It's almost 5 days of insufficient sleep for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times that I just want to break down and cry the stress 'til my eyes shout that there's no more tears to flow. Haha. What a silly thought? As if that would happen (when did the eyes learn how to shout? that's creepy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had 7 shirt orders last Monday, then I went to Divisoria with my mom to deal with the suppliers. When I got back to my shop, I started doing the layouts for the orders (since all of those will be picked-up on Friday). I finished the entire stuff before office hours end (still have to close the shop by 6pm). Kudos to me for doing the layout a bit faster than the usual. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home (that's 20 minutes tricycle ride from the shop), my childhood friend, Leis told me that she'll be ordering some shirts for Friday pick up too (so, this is a rush work). Thank God she already have a layout for the shirt. Whew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, inquiries come in any time... Phones ringing at no definite time and I have to text every now and then just to cater to the inquiries. Happy thing, though. But sometimes, it scares me a lot having my numbers, email add and some other personal info in the web. I have the "stalker trauma".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish they contact me for business only and not to know the real deal with me and this OPM Band. Haha. Nuff. Too much had been said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Shoot. It's already 2AM!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLEEEEEEP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108245882146055507-7314588950753528841?l=marieclairejustine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108245882146055507/posts/default/7314588950753528841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108245882146055507/posts/default/7314588950753528841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieclairejustine.blogspot.com/2009/08/complicated-entrepreneurs-life.html' title='Complicated Entrepreneur&apos;s Life'/><author><name>Marie Claire Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17781136076210551411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/SrjdmicuMQI/AAAAAAAAAJE/C37oG8w8zzE/S220/DSC05354.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108245882146055507.post-1706139992981584491</id><published>2009-08-11T00:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T01:15:37.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Text Brigade</title><content type='html'>Today was really hectic - I woke up 10AM ('cause I went to bed 5AM) then went in our shop to meet up with a customer, 2 in the afternoon. After catering to her orders, I went in to fix the scanner at our shop (I can't get the root of my "workaholicness" these past few days). Afterwards, I went to Lotus Mall and asked Ate Monique of TriBand to print several tarpaulins for the shop (and my new product line) then, I went to SM Bacoor to apply for an internet connection at our shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now.. 1AM again. Im still awake, waiting for my mind to juice up for ideas when a sudden snap went in my brain cells... Texting is unlimited, so why not try...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm inspired with Jiggy Cruz's dedication to encourage everyone to vote, I sent an sms to all my contacts to entise them about registering and voting. Here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hey, I'm encouraging everyone to register for the upcoming elections. Just one way where we can continue the democratic legacy that former President Corazon Aquino left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Simple lang naman magpa-register eh. Compared to the hardships that President Cory made for the whole nation, di ba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MAHABA PA ANG REGISTRATION PERIOD. PERO HABANG MAAGA, MAGPA-REGISTER NA."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that this would work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some are asking me, why I'm doing this... First, my dad works at COMELEC. And I was born to his opinions during registration and the election itself. Second, I want everyone especially the youth to exercise their right to vote for the person that they think can make a very big improvement for our country. And lastly, reading Jiggy Cruz's blogs regarding his lola reminds me of my Lola who also passed away a couple of months back. I know the feeling of an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;apo&lt;/span&gt; who wants to continue what their grandparent/s had started, and I'm in that same position like him. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope it reaches everyone. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108245882146055507-1706139992981584491?l=marieclairejustine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108245882146055507/posts/default/1706139992981584491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108245882146055507/posts/default/1706139992981584491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieclairejustine.blogspot.com/2009/08/text-brigade.html' title='Text Brigade'/><author><name>Marie Claire Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17781136076210551411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/SrjdmicuMQI/AAAAAAAAAJE/C37oG8w8zzE/S220/DSC05354.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108245882146055507.post-1862432487948017119</id><published>2009-08-09T02:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T03:01:50.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3148/3023431270_910c2016bb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 372px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3148/3023431270_910c2016bb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really upset this morning when mom woke me up 5am and told me to eat breakfast with my younger sib (will attend his class) and my dad (needs to report to work).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ang aga pa kaya." I told my mom then I covered my entire face with my pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my plans worked, I should be spending my after at SM Megamall and lurking about the latest with the comics scene (been a comic fanatic when I was young but the last one that I religiously read was Archie, Jughead and Betty &amp;amp; Veronica). I thought this might be one good way for me to remember my old goodie tweetum days while unwinding from the stress of putting up your own business. Whew! That's really STRESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howevs, the plan failed (just wish I could go out and unwind tomorrow... I mean, later). Why? Because my mom told me that we need to go to Divisoria to get shirts and other stuffs from our suppliers so that I could post the designs in our online store by Monday morning. Aargh. I don't have a choice (sob).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the whole day there, buying this and that. Really tiring (and now while I'm doing layouts, my head drops down by the table all by its self).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.teachingkimchi.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/09/stress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.teachingkimchi.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/09/stress.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, what can I say? I chose this way of life. Instead of dealing with the field I should be in (which is Marketing &amp;amp; AdProm), I risked the so-called, "CAREER" for me to test my determination, passion and skills - that's why I put up my own business. Regrets do come once in a while but honestly, I don't want it to sink through my head. Haha! It may sound as a cliche but... IT'S MIND OVER MATTER, baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how hard it is, I still need to fight. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ginusto ko 'to e &lt;/span&gt;(but of course, no matter how strong my will is, I still need to rest. I'm awake again for nearly 24 hours, again).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind is still making up great and new ideas and I still want to continue working on with the layouts, templates, costing computations, tarp designs but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....tiredness conquered the game. I lose with a failing heart and a dumb mind. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108245882146055507-1862432487948017119?l=marieclairejustine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108245882146055507/posts/default/1862432487948017119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108245882146055507/posts/default/1862432487948017119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieclairejustine.blogspot.com/2009/08/game.html' title='The Game'/><author><name>Marie Claire Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17781136076210551411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/SrjdmicuMQI/AAAAAAAAAJE/C37oG8w8zzE/S220/DSC05354.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3148/3023431270_910c2016bb_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108245882146055507.post-6272516176249057207</id><published>2009-08-07T21:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T21:41:52.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter Whatever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3178/2554886278_a08c95b3c5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 325px; height: 276px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3178/2554886278_a08c95b3c5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the time when I told a friend that love is just like a chapter of our lives and being compared to a story book, love can be the climax or the turning point of a story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling in love isn't an easy thing nor a permanent good and blissful thing. Some love stories end up happily while others end up the other way around or at times, it's much more like a ferris wheel or a merry-go-round - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;paikot-ikot lang&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not good with the so-called, "love" (maybe because I have a SO COLD love life), but I know where love and admiration differs, except these past few days whereas most of my friends think that I'm getting crazy, desperate and manic depressive (oh com'on, this is a new mania). Here comes confusion baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my cousin about this matter, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kung bakit hindi ko na naman ma&lt;/span&gt;differentiate &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ang&lt;/span&gt; admiration from love. So she made her sermon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wag kang mag-&lt;/span&gt;assume &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at wag mo ring bigyan ng kulay ang sinabi, kinikilos o pinapakita ng isang tao sa'yo dahil&lt;/span&gt; once &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; totally fallen &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ka na tapos yun pala wala lang lahat sa kanya, ikaw at walang iba ang masasaktan.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind went bananas. She just rephrased the sermon she used a couple of months back when I asked her about my stupidity regarding love. What to do? What to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought of that person again before I took a nap earlier today. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ano ba kasing meron sya at nakaka-hook sya ng bongga&lt;/span&gt;? I haven't met him in my entire life but why does it feels this way? Why am I finding out lots of commonalities between the two of us (and why am I making myself believe with... nah, never mind)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I'm making sense. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ganito lang talaga ako&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;name&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my name&lt;/span&gt;, your last name is a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ballpen&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You're &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;, you're &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt; and I'll forever adore you.&lt;br /&gt;Your face is much of a treasure, 'cause your &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hiding it with colors&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You're &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fast&lt;/span&gt; and I cannot take a glimpse of you 'cause I'm walking real &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;slow&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I want to know you&lt;/span&gt; more but how can I do so...&lt;br /&gt;...you have the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blood of a&lt;/span&gt; super&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hero&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hachoo&lt;/span&gt;. That's why this is chapter whatever... A phase of my life that makes me say, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Whatever!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Photo Credits to : Flickr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108245882146055507-6272516176249057207?l=marieclairejustine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108245882146055507/posts/default/6272516176249057207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108245882146055507/posts/default/6272516176249057207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieclairejustine.blogspot.com/2009/08/chapter-whatever.html' title='Chapter Whatever'/><author><name>Marie Claire Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17781136076210551411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/SrjdmicuMQI/AAAAAAAAAJE/C37oG8w8zzE/S220/DSC05354.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3178/2554886278_a08c95b3c5_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108245882146055507.post-5889114377222851182</id><published>2009-08-07T11:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T20:03:01.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>True Love</title><content type='html'>I received this message thru SMS from Reina, I find it really amazing so I decided to share it to planet web. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PRESIDENT CORY AQUINO&lt;/span&gt; died &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AUGUST 1, 2009&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3:18AM&lt;/span&gt;. That's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;08-01-2009 3:18&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Now, remove all zeros and put the numbers together that would result to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8129318&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Rearrange the numbers and that would be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8-21-1983&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AUGUST 21, 1983&lt;/span&gt; - the day when &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SENATOR NINOY AQUINO&lt;/span&gt; died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coincidence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I say, TRUE LOVE.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108245882146055507-5889114377222851182?l=marieclairejustine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108245882146055507/posts/default/5889114377222851182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108245882146055507/posts/default/5889114377222851182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieclairejustine.blogspot.com/2009/08/true-love.html' title='True Love'/><author><name>Marie Claire Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17781136076210551411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/SrjdmicuMQI/AAAAAAAAAJE/C37oG8w8zzE/S220/DSC05354.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108245882146055507.post-6970163330176908788</id><published>2009-08-06T14:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T15:23:55.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cycle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Still a rainy day. I wonder why typhoon Kiko went back to our country. I just hope it won't cause too much disaster to our country (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'yun nga lang, suspended na nga ang&lt;/span&gt; Elementary and High school in some Metro Manila areas).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm here sitting in my bed with my laptop, phones, digicam and blanket as I do my routinized stuff this week - to manage an event and I'm experiencing severe information block. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while I'm gasping my Broca for ideas (haha, go back to human anatomy), I'm buying friends over my FFS application at FB (and oh my! my wifi got disconnected).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say next... it's just that it's cold, I'm sleepy but I have to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108245882146055507-6970163330176908788?l=marieclairejustine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108245882146055507/posts/default/6970163330176908788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108245882146055507/posts/default/6970163330176908788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieclairejustine.blogspot.com/2009/08/cycle.html' title='Cycle'/><author><name>Marie Claire Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17781136076210551411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/SrjdmicuMQI/AAAAAAAAAJE/C37oG8w8zzE/S220/DSC05354.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108245882146055507.post-7594510089635301146</id><published>2009-08-05T19:00:00.025+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T20:34:30.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aiea faces</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;While I'm resting from the toxic event planning, I lurked over &lt;/span&gt;Jiggy Cruz's blogs and saw this interesting thingy (I don't know if this is a sort of *chain message* thing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A picture of me in my room (I'm not really sleeping, I just posed.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/SnlnnfeoK8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/4784lN2d3W0/s1600-h/K7ooi+o6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/SnlnnfeoK8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/4784lN2d3W0/s200/K7ooi+o6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366434359151176642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A picture of me drunk (and still getting drunk!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/Snln_WnYHeI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Fany6DXoJ1U/s1600-h/DSC06729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/Snln_WnYHeI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Fany6DXoJ1U/s200/DSC06729.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366434769088814562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3. A picture of me on my birthday (my latest birthday!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/SnloZrHY-iI/AAAAAAAAABA/zR9Ip0KNRIU/s1600-h/DSC04953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/SnloZrHY-iI/AAAAAAAAABA/zR9Ip0KNRIU/s200/DSC04953.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366435221268396578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4.    Youngest picture I have in digital form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/SnlqKNOQreI/AAAAAAAAABI/QgUgSrdSNyc/s1600-h/KIDDO+-+01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/SnlqKNOQreI/AAAAAAAAABI/QgUgSrdSNyc/s200/KIDDO+-+01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366437154569367010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;5. A picture of me in one of my favorite outfits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/SnlrSqjZVmI/AAAAAAAAABQ/VlqNEbVEZ4c/s1600-h/DSC03667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/SnlrSqjZVmI/AAAAAAAAABQ/VlqNEbVEZ4c/s200/DSC03667.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366438399393224290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;6. A picture of me making a goofy face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/SnlsezyHWNI/AAAAAAAAABY/BHSjouwMgHE/s1600-h/DSC01778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/SnlsezyHWNI/AAAAAAAAABY/BHSjouwMgHE/s200/DSC01778.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366439707540936914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;7. An edited picture of me (I have lots of this type, but I'll pick my favorite)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/SnltNk5XsWI/AAAAAAAAABg/XMyRqNyKP9Q/s1600-h/DSC04786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/SnltNk5XsWI/AAAAAAAAABg/XMyRqNyKP9Q/s200/DSC04786.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366440510998688098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;8. A picture of a night I regret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/Snlts8-UaBI/AAAAAAAAABo/-1jmv7AhLQU/s1600-h/DSC01012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/Snlts8-UaBI/AAAAAAAAABo/-1jmv7AhLQU/s200/DSC01012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366441050037839890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;9. A picture of me being myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/SnluPHDiaDI/AAAAAAAAABw/SHQk2pIiOD8/s1600-h/CLListersDay02212009-12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/SnluPHDiaDI/AAAAAAAAABw/SHQk2pIiOD8/s200/CLListersDay02212009-12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366441636859635762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;10. My most recent picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/SnlulzfyC1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/3dH88NI50OM/s1600-h/aieahey%2876%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/SnlulzfyC1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/3dH88NI50OM/s200/aieahey%2876%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366442026746383186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;11. A picture of me being absolutely ridiculous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/SnlzWir5WYI/AAAAAAAAACA/kJLpQzaD-OM/s1600-h/CIMG3513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/SnlzWir5WYI/AAAAAAAAACA/kJLpQzaD-OM/s200/CIMG3513.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366447262093891970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;12. A picture of me showing off my new haircut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/Snlz2yeu4HI/AAAAAAAAACI/WjiXgxmqBqE/s1600-h/DSC00052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/Snlz2yeu4HI/AAAAAAAAACI/WjiXgxmqBqE/s200/DSC00052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366447816089460850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;13. A picture of a time in my life that's over but I wish it wasn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/Snl0NVGvXrI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Lyu1zw3r6Zk/s1600-h/1_584567929l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 130px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/Snl0NVGvXrI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Lyu1zw3r6Zk/s200/1_584567929l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366448203341192882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;14. A picture of a time in my life that's over and I'm glad it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/Snl0mWy2cnI/AAAAAAAAACY/GmPtFMqXQKc/s1600-h/DSC02700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/Snl0mWy2cnI/AAAAAAAAACY/GmPtFMqXQKc/s200/DSC02700.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366448633291371122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;15. A picture of a time when I was anything but happy (in gay lingo, ECHOS!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/Snl0_BggR1I/AAAAAAAAACg/7jkLkt23OIA/s1600-h/DSC03603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/Snl0_BggR1I/AAAAAAAAACg/7jkLkt23OIA/s200/DSC03603.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366449057074005842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;16. A picture of me I had no idea was being taken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/Snl1UJf1aoI/AAAAAAAAACo/s8vKTFGdKfs/s1600-h/GEDC0083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/Snl1UJf1aoI/AAAAAAAAACo/s8vKTFGdKfs/s200/GEDC0083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366449419995933314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;17. A picture of me when I was a different person than I am now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/Snl1zzw_BBI/AAAAAAAAACw/ZSVH1Pbv9iU/s1600-h/KUN%27S+PHONE+o2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/Snl1zzw_BBI/AAAAAAAAACw/ZSVH1Pbv9iU/s200/KUN%27S+PHONE+o2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366449963918099474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;18. A picture of me with someone I love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/Snl2M8p9-0I/AAAAAAAAAC4/w1h6n5BL_2c/s1600-h/DSC00666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/Snl2M8p9-0I/AAAAAAAAAC4/w1h6n5BL_2c/s200/DSC00666.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366450395801320258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;19. A picture of how I want the world to see me (hahaha. i usually kill... cockroaches. :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/Snl2mPYtxmI/AAAAAAAAADA/FNTidx-WB3k/s1600-h/IMG_0535+%5B1pc+5r%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/Snl2mPYtxmI/AAAAAAAAADA/FNTidx-WB3k/s200/IMG_0535+%5B1pc+5r%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366450830325958242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;20. A picture of me on how I'd like to spend everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/Snl29YSN9PI/AAAAAAAAADI/6c40b_7snFU/s1600-h/DSC04252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/Snl29YSN9PI/AAAAAAAAADI/6c40b_7snFU/s200/DSC04252.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366451227851617522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;21. A picture of a time when everything was changing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/Snl3W66NxVI/AAAAAAAAADQ/-8jLoFqJyXs/s1600-h/DSC00509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/Snl3W66NxVI/AAAAAAAAADQ/-8jLoFqJyXs/s200/DSC00509.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366451666642912594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;22. A picture that makes my heart hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/Snl6wU3OSFI/AAAAAAAAADY/A7kUYanyOyQ/s1600-h/1_300149499l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/Snl6wU3OSFI/AAAAAAAAADY/A7kUYanyOyQ/s200/1_300149499l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366455401641298002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;23. A picture that makes my heart smile (2 of my goodie good college friends)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/Snl7BbmkYcI/AAAAAAAAADg/gmu9no-LfNY/s1600-h/DSC04644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/Snl7BbmkYcI/AAAAAAAAADg/gmu9no-LfNY/s200/DSC04644.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366455695508267458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;24. A picture of one of the best days of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/Snl7g630ETI/AAAAAAAAADo/zYUlb5VsgxY/s1600-h/IMG_0486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/Snl7g630ETI/AAAAAAAAADo/zYUlb5VsgxY/s200/IMG_0486.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366456236478042418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. it's really fun (and it gave me headache thinking which would be appropriate)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The List:&lt;br /&gt;1.    a picture of you in your room&lt;br /&gt;2.    a picture of your very drunk&lt;br /&gt;3.    a picture of you on your birthday, or your favorite holiday&lt;br /&gt;4.    the youngest picture you can find of yourself in digital form.&lt;br /&gt;5.    a picture of you in one of your favorite outfits.&lt;br /&gt;6.    a picture of you making a goofy face at the camera&lt;br /&gt;7.    a picture you might have edited to make yourself more attractive&lt;br /&gt;8.    a picture of a night you regret&lt;br /&gt;9.    a picture of you being truly yourself&lt;br /&gt;10.    your most recent picture.&lt;br /&gt;11.    a picture of you being absolutely ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;12.    a picture of you showing off a new haircut / color&lt;br /&gt;13.    a picture of a time in your life that's over, but you wish it wasn't&lt;br /&gt;14.    a picture of a time in your life that's over, and you couldn't be more thankful that it is.&lt;br /&gt;15.    a picture of you when you were anything but happy&lt;br /&gt;16.    a picture of you that you had no idea was being taken&lt;br /&gt;17.    a picture of you when you were a different person than you are now.&lt;br /&gt;18.    a picture of you with someone you love.&lt;br /&gt;19.    a picture of how you'd like the world to see you.&lt;br /&gt;20.    a picture that describes how you'd like to spend every day.&lt;br /&gt;21.    a picture of a time when everything was changing.&lt;br /&gt;22.    a picture that makes your heart hurt.&lt;br /&gt;23.    a picture that makes your heart smile&lt;br /&gt;24.    a picture of one of your best days / nights of your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try it as well! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108245882146055507-7594510089635301146?l=marieclairejustine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108245882146055507/posts/default/7594510089635301146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108245882146055507/posts/default/7594510089635301146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieclairejustine.blogspot.com/2009/08/aiea-faces.html' title='Aiea faces'/><author><name>Marie Claire Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17781136076210551411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/SrjdmicuMQI/AAAAAAAAAJE/C37oG8w8zzE/S220/DSC05354.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/SnlnnfeoK8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/4784lN2d3W0/s72-c/K7ooi+o6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108245882146055507.post-6109471659577867605</id><published>2009-08-05T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T18:27:28.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Blogspot, Sunshine. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm warmly welcoming myself to my new blogspot account (i forgot the email and password that I used couple of years back *sigh*) - that's why I'm posting pictures and some stuffs for the second time around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going random...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I MISS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...SUNSHINE.&lt;/span&gt; rain never stopped falling for these past few days. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...SUNSET.&lt;/span&gt; com'on dearie! if there's no sunshine, most probably there's no sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...GUITAR AMPS FEED BACKS.&lt;/span&gt; i want to play at gigs again and i wanna watch gigs again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I WANT...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...MORE SOUP.&lt;/span&gt; my cousin, Ate Venus made some soup for us to eat while watching Pres. Cory's funeral rites by our television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...BLANKET.&lt;/span&gt; izzo cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...TO SLEEP.&lt;/span&gt; been working almost 20 hours for an event *insert puffed eyes here*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I WANT, I MISS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...INDIAN SUMMER.&lt;/span&gt; com'on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108245882146055507-6109471659577867605?l=marieclairejustine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108245882146055507/posts/default/6109471659577867605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108245882146055507/posts/default/6109471659577867605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieclairejustine.blogspot.com/2009/08/welcome-to-blogspot-sunshine.html' title='Welcome to Blogspot, Sunshine. :)'/><author><name>Marie Claire Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17781136076210551411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tSTFtYPrdlI/SrjdmicuMQI/AAAAAAAAAJE/C37oG8w8zzE/S220/DSC05354.JPG'/></author></entry></feed>
