<?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-3791966783008529629</id><updated>2011-07-07T23:39:56.688-07:00</updated><category term='Pictures'/><category term='Monastery'/><category term='values'/><category term='Tag'/><category term='emotions'/><category term='commandment'/><category term='love'/><category term='Birth Meaning'/><category term='retreat'/><category term='feelings'/><category term='Moments'/><title type='text'>My Diary</title><subtitle type='html'>The life of every man is a diary in which he means to write one story, and writes another; and his humblest hour is when he compares the volume as it is with what he vowed to make it.
-John M. Barrie, The Little Minister, 1891</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-vita-weng.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791966783008529629/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-vita-weng.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267713358229432013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FEM01WHAYkA/SKkqpbSIQGI/AAAAAAAAACA/QvNUb76ifg8/S220/tn96.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3791966783008529629.post-1802760530817519574</id><published>2009-10-06T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T20:45:48.833-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birth Meaning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tag'/><title type='text'>I am a GURO</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Guru&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/birthday.gif" width="100" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiritual and thoughtful, you tend to take a step back from the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're very sensitive to what's going on around you, yet you remain calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although you are brilliant, it may take you a while to find your niche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your creativity is supreme, but it sometimes makes it hard for you to get things done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your strength: Your inner peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your weakness: You get stuck in the clouds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power color: Emerald&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power symbol: Leaf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power month: November&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spiritual and thoughtful, you tend to take a step back from the world.&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;--- i'm not that that religious but I have firm faith in God...I also take time to reflect.^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're very sensitive to what's going on around you, yet you remain calm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;---Sometimes I get paranoid on simple things that's going on around me though I appear to be not so affected by it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Although you are brilliant, it may take you a while to find your niche. &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;--- I am willing to wait though.. :) Patience is a virtue!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your creativity is supreme, but it sometimes makes it hard for you to get things done. &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;--- hmmm... quite true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your strength: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your inner peace &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;--- &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hmmm... I didn't know this.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your weakness:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;You get stuck in the clouds&lt;/span&gt; &lt;--- &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;True.. I often get stucked into a situation.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try it, It's great!!! It makes you reflect and realize some thing!^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/myspace/text_generator.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/wiggle/e.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/wiggle/l.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/wiggle/l.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/wiggle/a.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3791966783008529629-1802760530817519574?l=la-vita-weng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-vita-weng.blogspot.com/feeds/1802760530817519574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3791966783008529629&amp;postID=1802760530817519574' title='39 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791966783008529629/posts/default/1802760530817519574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791966783008529629/posts/default/1802760530817519574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-vita-weng.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-are-guru-spiritual-and-thoughtful.html' title='I am a GURO'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267713358229432013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FEM01WHAYkA/SKkqpbSIQGI/AAAAAAAAACA/QvNUb76ifg8/S220/tn96.jpg'/></author><thr:total>39</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3791966783008529629.post-2451133562711227888</id><published>2008-08-19T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T23:30:34.783-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monastery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moments'/><title type='text'>The Monastery</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In my previous post, i told you about our visit in a monastery. Now I'm going to share to you the pictures we took from the place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FEM01WHAYkA/SKupirBIQQI/AAAAAAAAAEI/qOspKceciC8/s320/Image%28719%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236465404876439810" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everything is scheduled in the Monastery&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FEM01WHAYkA/SKuw5ExGbNI/AAAAAAAAAFo/KHqdihJYSQQ/s1600-h/Image%28720%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FEM01WHAYkA/SKuw5ExGbNI/AAAAAAAAAFo/KHqdihJYSQQ/s320/Image%28720%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236473486327049426" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Books of Faith&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&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/_FEM01WHAYkA/SKu0Cqg_IbI/AAAAAAAAAFw/kQT7y3HoUtE/s1600-h/Image%28721%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FEM01WHAYkA/SKu0Cqg_IbI/AAAAAAAAAFw/kQT7y3HoUtE/s320/Image%28721%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236476949613715890" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FEM01WHAYkA/SKurRYRlIOI/AAAAAAAAAFI/GpVPwp39O0k/s1600-h/Image%28734%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FEM01WHAYkA/SKurRYRlIOI/AAAAAAAAAFI/GpVPwp39O0k/s320/Image%28734%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236467306810646754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FEM01WHAYkA/SKuoYJ0Pz3I/AAAAAAAAACo/FZ9VoBpxh0M/s1600-h/Image%28649%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FEM01WHAYkA/SKuoYJ0Pz3I/AAAAAAAAACo/FZ9VoBpxh0M/s320/Image%28649%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236464124653719410" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isn't the flower cute?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FEM01WHAYkA/SKupie7XyOI/AAAAAAAAAD4/q80eJYHYXz4/s1600-h/Image%28716%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FEM01WHAYkA/SKupie7XyOI/AAAAAAAAAD4/q80eJYHYXz4/s320/Image%28716%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236465401631066338" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nuns Dress(taken inside the room)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FEM01WHAYkA/SKupiQWNBvI/AAAAAAAAADw/t2fsns5w3uI/s1600-h/Image%28715%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FEM01WHAYkA/SKupiQWNBvI/AAAAAAAAADw/t2fsns5w3uI/s320/Image%28715%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236465397717075698" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FEM01WHAYkA/SKuoX3zX4FI/AAAAAAAAACg/pQ_HRUGGnjo/s1600-h/Image%28648%29.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FEM01WHAYkA/SKurRrm0i-I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/lvZVyCsyrx8/s1600-h/Image%28653%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FEM01WHAYkA/SKurRrm0i-I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/lvZVyCsyrx8/s320/Image%28653%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236467312000011234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/_FEM01WHAYkA/SKuo7oSjQQI/AAAAAAAAADo/MMKq7oWTs9M/s1600-h/Image%28708%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FEM01WHAYkA/SKuo7oSjQQI/AAAAAAAAADo/MMKq7oWTs9M/s320/Image%28708%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236464734129307906" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FEM01WHAYkA/SKuoX3zX4FI/AAAAAAAAACg/pQ_HRUGGnjo/s1600-h/Image%28648%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FEM01WHAYkA/SKuoX3zX4FI/AAAAAAAAACg/pQ_HRUGGnjo/s320/Image%28648%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236464119818215506" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They really prepared the room for us...and we really liked it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FEM01WHAYkA/SKuqgxC3JFI/AAAAAAAAAEg/rDvhwKbDsJg/s1600-h/Image%28725%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FEM01WHAYkA/SKuqgxC3JFI/AAAAAAAAAEg/rDvhwKbDsJg/s320/Image%28725%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236466471646209106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FEM01WHAYkA/SKus_3S34KI/AAAAAAAAAFg/vFoX4-6YwIg/s1600-h/Image%28733%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FEM01WHAYkA/SKus_3S34KI/AAAAAAAAAFg/vFoX4-6YwIg/s320/Image%28733%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236469204923179170" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Christ's Image&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FEM01WHAYkA/SKuqhJYnlQI/AAAAAAAAAEo/pbSDCt0LGl4/s1600-h/Image%28726%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FEM01WHAYkA/SKuqhJYnlQI/AAAAAAAAAEo/pbSDCt0LGl4/s320/Image%28726%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236466478179915010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were not able to get up stare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FEM01WHAYkA/SKuqhJZhClI/AAAAAAAAAEw/JquL-UumDTw/s1600-h/Image%28728%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FEM01WHAYkA/SKuqhJZhClI/AAAAAAAAAEw/JquL-UumDTw/s320/Image%28728%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236466478183680594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Conference room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FEM01WHAYkA/SKuo7lBwLWI/AAAAAAAAADg/Y9tKNodlR5M/s1600-h/Image%28704%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FEM01WHAYkA/SKuo7lBwLWI/AAAAAAAAADg/Y9tKNodlR5M/s320/Image%28704%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236464733253545314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FEM01WHAYkA/SKuoX3zX4FI/AAAAAAAAACg/pQ_HRUGGnjo/s1600-h/Image%28648%29.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FEM01WHAYkA/SKuo7SZiyII/AAAAAAAAADY/SKZp4AlEl-o/s1600-h/Image%28703%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FEM01WHAYkA/SKuo7SZiyII/AAAAAAAAADY/SKZp4AlEl-o/s320/Image%28703%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236464728253057154" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Chapel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FEM01WHAYkA/SKuo7DcL3ZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/LELuGJxXRsM/s320/Image%28702%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236464724237606290" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Main building in the monastery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FEM01WHAYkA/SKu1bv956XI/AAAAAAAAAF4/2rHqN1J8j0g/s1600-h/Image%28699%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FEM01WHAYkA/SKu1bv956XI/AAAAAAAAAF4/2rHqN1J8j0g/s320/Image%28699%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236478480085543282" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Retreat House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FEM01WHAYkA/SKuo7GHNX_I/AAAAAAAAADI/UVLReDDHk6g/s1600-h/Image%28701%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FEM01WHAYkA/SKuo7GHNX_I/AAAAAAAAADI/UVLReDDHk6g/s320/Image%28701%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236464724954931186" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FEM01WHAYkA/SKuoYcI0zYI/AAAAAAAAADA/alwjHtOz-rQ/s1600-h/Image%28700%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FEM01WHAYkA/SKuoYcI0zYI/AAAAAAAAADA/alwjHtOz-rQ/s320/Image%28700%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236464129571868034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FEM01WHAYkA/SKuoYNX7bwI/AAAAAAAAACw/C-BY3lDTN8k/s1600-h/Image%28698%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FEM01WHAYkA/SKuoYNX7bwI/AAAAAAAAACw/C-BY3lDTN8k/s320/Image%28698%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236464125608685314" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FEM01WHAYkA/SKurRpEPX8I/AAAAAAAAAFY/UKca6D423f4/s1600-h/Image%28681%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FEM01WHAYkA/SKurRpEPX8I/AAAAAAAAAFY/UKca6D423f4/s320/Image%28681%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236467311318097858" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So that's the monastery looks like. If you notice I never mentioned the name of the monastery that's because it's a cloistered community. You cannot get inside without a permission from the Mother Superior. We took pictures but we were not sure if it's allowed there so to be fair enough I didn't mention the place &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na lang&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/myspace/text_generator.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/wiggle/e.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/wiggle/l.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/wiggle/l.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/wiggle/a.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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/3791966783008529629-2451133562711227888?l=la-vita-weng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-vita-weng.blogspot.com/feeds/2451133562711227888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3791966783008529629&amp;postID=2451133562711227888' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791966783008529629/posts/default/2451133562711227888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791966783008529629/posts/default/2451133562711227888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-vita-weng.blogspot.com/2008/08/monastery.html' title='The Monastery'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267713358229432013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FEM01WHAYkA/SKkqpbSIQGI/AAAAAAAAACA/QvNUb76ifg8/S220/tn96.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FEM01WHAYkA/SKupirBIQQI/AAAAAAAAAEI/qOspKceciC8/s72-c/Image%28719%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3791966783008529629.post-5429107694116182445</id><published>2008-08-18T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T02:02:14.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Days of Living a Contemplative Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FEM01WHAYkA/SKk6glPLmeI/AAAAAAAAACY/UuGgbZq-WYo/s1600-h/contemplative_nun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FEM01WHAYkA/SKk6glPLmeI/AAAAAAAAACY/UuGgbZq-WYo/s320/contemplative_nun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235780373220923874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Wow! What a weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend, Cha and I had been planning to visit a monastery ever since and stay there for days...we don’t have plan of entering in a congregation though…we just want to experience a monastic life. Hmmm…maybe u guessed already what’s this article all about, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;noh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;? Yes, we visited a monastery(nuns)…a cloistered community with people(monks) who live a contemplative life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Kuya Eigene(a former seminarian now a postulant) who introduced the monastery to Cha. And Cha who knew that I am also interested on the thing told me about it. Then we decided to visit the said monastery and asked permission to the Mother Superior if we could search in. We were so grateful when the Mother Superior(a Japanese) gladly said “yes”. She said that the workshop (search in) should be at least three days. So after our exams last week I went there with Cha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are only five nuns there, 2 are Japanese and the 3 are Filipinas. The Mother Superior is a bit older than the others (70years old), the other Japanese Nun is 51years old. The three Filipina Nuns are at their 40s. They look young though. In fact if they didn’t tell us how old they are, we might think that they are young 10 years younger than their real age. The main language they use is English because the Japanese Nuns cannot understand Filipino language. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Kaya pansamantalang naging englisera kami ni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt; Charisse &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;hangang sa dumugo2 and aming mga ilong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kidding aside, living a contemplative life is hard if you are not used to. We had hard time of adjustment on our first day there. When we arrived, Mother whispered us to keep our silence. There is a time to chat (just 30 minutes during recreation) but most of the time they devote themselves into solitude. Even in works like, washing the dishes and cleaning the rooms, you are not allowed to talk unless you have permission from your mistress. Silence in work is offered to God. It should be coupled with prayer…prayer for the poor, for those who are suffering, sick and the like. Their everyday life is tide up with prayers--morning prayer, midmorning prayer, noon prayer, mid afternoon prayer, afternoon prayer and evening prayer, mid evening prayer. In the middle of morning and midmorning prayer, and afternoon and evening prayer there’s a 1hour contemplative prayer. In my first contemplative prayer I really ran out of words. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Nakapikit na lang ako at nakikiramdam sa mga susunod na mga gagawin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God’s presence is everywhere in everything you do. The solemnity of the place makes you feel that He is always beside you…even when darkness fills the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was, indeed, an extraordinary weekend for Cha and I. It was a cloistered community, thus, people are not allowed to enter the monastery unless they are permitted to. Lucky are we to have had searched-in there. I may not be destined to be a monk but for sure, the memories I had in the monastery will always remain in my heart…and I will cherish it forever. It was really a great weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/myspace/text_generator.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/wiggle/e.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/wiggle/l.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/wiggle/l.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/wiggle/a.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3791966783008529629-5429107694116182445?l=la-vita-weng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-vita-weng.blogspot.com/feeds/5429107694116182445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3791966783008529629&amp;postID=5429107694116182445' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791966783008529629/posts/default/5429107694116182445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791966783008529629/posts/default/5429107694116182445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-vita-weng.blogspot.com/2008/08/wow-what-weekend-my-friend-cha-and-i.html' title='Three Days of Living a Contemplative Life'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267713358229432013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FEM01WHAYkA/SKkqpbSIQGI/AAAAAAAAACA/QvNUb76ifg8/S220/tn96.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FEM01WHAYkA/SKk6glPLmeI/AAAAAAAAACY/UuGgbZq-WYo/s72-c/contemplative_nun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3791966783008529629.post-3522994942732745674</id><published>2008-08-08T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T22:21:08.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Examination Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Next week(monday-wednesday) will be our examination day... plss pray for me guys &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na makakuha ako ng matataas na&lt;/span&gt; scores...wanna go back to the dean's lists.. hayzz...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;lost it last 2nd sem &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kasi&lt;/span&gt;... it's not that important to me though... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kasi&lt;/span&gt; i know naman my capacity as a student... h&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;indi man ako 'yon&lt;/span&gt;g super g&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aling pagdating sa klase alam ko nman sa sarili ko na mayroon akong ibubuga..minsan nga lang nakakapanghinayang. ako kasi yong rush kung mag-aral ng leksyon(minsan nga hindi pa)..tas &lt;/span&gt;when i get to get my grade &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na.&lt;/span&gt;. d&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oon na naman ako nghihinayang. phew.. ganyan talaga, nasa huli palagi ang pasisisi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; sometimes i blame the internet &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nga eh.. medyo adik kasi ako eh.. kaya mnsan huli ng pumasok sa klase sa kaka&lt;/span&gt;internet.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.minsan nga uma&lt;/span&gt;absent &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na lang..kaya rin minsan hindi nakak&lt;/span&gt;atake &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ng mga&lt;/span&gt; quizes. hay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no grades below 85 with an average of 90 a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ng nakapasok sa&lt;/span&gt; dean's list &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sa&lt;/span&gt; school &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;namin&lt;/span&gt;.. last sem my lowest grade was 88  however my average didn't reach 90 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kaya ayon...nagsisi na naman ang lola nyo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, honestly &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gusto kung makabawi&lt;/span&gt; this year.. 4th year &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na kaya ako noh. Huwag lang sana akong tamarin kasi na! hayzz.. kaya sana tulungan nyo akong mag&lt;/span&gt;pray for my exam... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;salamat&lt;/span&gt; in advance! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/myspace/text_generator.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/wiggle/e.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/wiggle/l.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/wiggle/l.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/wiggle/a.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3791966783008529629-3522994942732745674?l=la-vita-weng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-vita-weng.blogspot.com/feeds/3522994942732745674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3791966783008529629&amp;postID=3522994942732745674' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791966783008529629/posts/default/3522994942732745674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791966783008529629/posts/default/3522994942732745674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-vita-weng.blogspot.com/2008/08/examination-days.html' title='Examination Days'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267713358229432013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FEM01WHAYkA/SKkqpbSIQGI/AAAAAAAAACA/QvNUb76ifg8/S220/tn96.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3791966783008529629.post-6044107247990702024</id><published>2008-08-02T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T17:46:33.380-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='commandment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='values'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>The Fifth Commandment of Yaweh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;“Honor thy father and mother”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FIFTH COMMANDMENT&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt; according to the Bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One after noon when I arrived home I saw my mom with other neighbors talking to an old woman, who looked either a beggar or crazy because she’s so dirty (and smelly according to mom), in front of the chapel beside our house. I didn’t mind them though, instead I went home and watched T.V.. When my mom went in the house, I asked her ‘who’s that woman and why were they talking to her.’ She said, the woman was a vegetable vendor. She came from Tupi and soled her vegetable there but unfortunately, her money was stolen from her so she walked from there(Tupi) to our place. “Anways, Kagawad Barrientos will take her home.” said my mother. “Poor old woman.” I added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning when I woke up, mom told me that the old woman was still there. She also asked me to give the her food to eat for she(the old woman) might be very, very hungry. I hurriedly went to the kitchen and got her food. I gave her the food and she softly said thank you. I asked her where she live and why was she there. She said, she’s from Marbel(the term we call the Koronadal City proper)…and that she’ll go home after the mass. There I learned that she was not crazy. I also gave her coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three days had passed and the old woman was still there in front of the chapel. Whenever a person offered her to go home she'll just nod…but when someone carries her and her things to a vehicle, she’ll go angry. There were people also who gave her money for her fare but she didn’t dare to live the place. Whatever things or problems she may had we didn't not know. But one thing I am sure with, the woman is lonely--not literally lonely though...but lonely in the sense that she has no family to take care of her...guess she was abandoned...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After talking to her, I felt pity for her. "Does she have family? Where are they? Are they looking for her?" i asked my self. I cannot imagine my parents looking like that of the old woman when they grow old. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Parents&lt;/span&gt; should be &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;loved&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; valued&lt;/span&gt;. When they grow old it’s our responsibility as their children to take good care of them just how they took care of us when we were still small. It’s not really necessary that we give them material things. Just some attention and they’ll be okay...and if you don’t want our parents be like that old woman, thus, we should honor them and gave them importance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three days after the old woman left the our place. We don't know where did she go...if she went home or just find another place again to be her temporary home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/myspace/text_generator.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/wiggle/e.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/wiggle/l.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/wiggle/l.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/wiggle/a.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3791966783008529629-6044107247990702024?l=la-vita-weng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-vita-weng.blogspot.com/feeds/6044107247990702024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3791966783008529629&amp;postID=6044107247990702024' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791966783008529629/posts/default/6044107247990702024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791966783008529629/posts/default/6044107247990702024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-vita-weng.blogspot.com/2008/08/fifth-commandment-of-yaweh.html' title='The Fifth Commandment of Yaweh'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267713358229432013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FEM01WHAYkA/SKkqpbSIQGI/AAAAAAAAACA/QvNUb76ifg8/S220/tn96.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3791966783008529629.post-4358008965140133514</id><published>2008-07-25T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:31:56.443-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><title type='text'>PS Students Declared NO CLASS After Their Retreat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FEM01WHAYkA/SIqYUY5ES3I/AAAAAAAAAAo/IlZ9n-tTDOQ/s1600-h/7_2005_guilty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FEM01WHAYkA/SIqYUY5ES3I/AAAAAAAAAAo/IlZ9n-tTDOQ/s320/7_2005_guilty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227157793563495282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so guilty right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the our retreat in GenSan PS students declared NO CLASS on friday, July 25, 2008. it was just a sort of joke at first...we were kinda tired &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kasi&lt;/span&gt;. We were just laughing at the thought that we will not go to school after the retreat for the reason that we still have hangovers. When one of our classmates said "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oi indi na lang bala ta magsulod sa klase bwas.&lt;/span&gt;" others anwered "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sige&lt;/span&gt;." But we were not sure that time yet...Still in doubt &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pa&lt;/span&gt;. When kath, the neirdest person in the group, said "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ok, hindi ako papasok bukas..&lt;/span&gt;and that's FINAL!" I made a decision &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na hindi na rin ako papasok.&lt;/span&gt;..all decided &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na hindi na papasok&lt;/span&gt;. and that's it, we didn't go to our class yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at my aunts boarding-house that friday afternoon when a friend, Charisse, texted me that I have letter from Sister Andy, saying that the officers of WAC(Women's Advocacy Center) will be having an urgent meeting that afternoon. I had hard time thinking what to do that time, whether I will attend at the meeting or not. I was in a dilemma. If I'll go to school and attend the meeting, there's a possibility that our teachers will see me. If I won't go,on the other hand, Sister Andy might think that I'm not a good leader. So I took the risk of going to school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Kath at the meeting area too. When we were about to go out in the room where the meeting was held, I saw Sir Joseph, I pulled Kath's hand to go back inside the classroom &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;baka makita kami &lt;/span&gt;ni Sir. And &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sabi n'ya naman "Nakita n'ya na ako kanina." sabay labas&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sumabay na rin ako at ayon na nga, nakita din ako ni &lt;/span&gt;Sir. Ti&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ningnan n'ya kami ni &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Kath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; na &lt;/span&gt;as if &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;karumal-dumal ang krimeng nagawa namin. Wala akong nagawa kundi ang yumoko na lamang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir Joseph is always like that...we're used to it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; actually...but yesterday was different, maybe because I'm guilty...guilty &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sa ginawa namin sa kanya&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sa kanila&lt;/span&gt;. Just imagine waiting for your students to come inside the classroom and then no one comes. phew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're so bad &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;talaga&lt;/span&gt;. And to think that we just came from a retreat. *T_T* I can't help but feel sorry &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sa ginawa namin(ko). Para ngang nahihiya na akong magpakita sa mga&lt;/span&gt; teachers &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ko nextweek. hayyzzzz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3791966783008529629-4358008965140133514?l=la-vita-weng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-vita-weng.blogspot.com/feeds/4358008965140133514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3791966783008529629&amp;postID=4358008965140133514' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791966783008529629/posts/default/4358008965140133514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791966783008529629/posts/default/4358008965140133514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-vita-weng.blogspot.com/2008/07/ps-students-declared-no-class-after.html' title='PS Students Declared NO CLASS After Their Retreat'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267713358229432013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FEM01WHAYkA/SKkqpbSIQGI/AAAAAAAAACA/QvNUb76ifg8/S220/tn96.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FEM01WHAYkA/SIqYUY5ES3I/AAAAAAAAAAo/IlZ9n-tTDOQ/s72-c/7_2005_guilty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3791966783008529629.post-1855125198611191070</id><published>2008-07-24T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T19:35:23.517-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retreat'/><title type='text'>Retreat in General Santos City</title><content type='html'>Hi guys. Just arrived yesterday from a two days retreat in Holy Cross Center, Calumpang, General Santos City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, before we went to GenSan the only thing that's inside my mind was "&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;just go with the flow weng&lt;/span&gt;". I'm going for a retreat because it's one of the requirements for graduation...that's all. But you know what, when we arrived at the venue area...things changed. I began to reflect and evaluate myself as a person... I realized that I was there in the place not just of the "requirement-thing" but to discover my self more, to share with other people, to renew myself and to be with God again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not put into words the gratitude and happiness i'm feeling right now. &lt;em&gt;Basta&lt;/em&gt; I'm very much glad and thankful that the school required us for a retreat. It was worth our time...It was something I'll treasure and never forget for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S&lt;br /&gt;The photos i promise to post here will be posted next week. We were not be able to take photos during the retreat because the facilitator didn't allow us--makakadisturbo daw kasi. All our gadgets, cellphones, mp3/ipod, and cameras taken and just given back to us when the retreat was over. The facilitators have our photos though...and they allow us to copy it later. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3791966783008529629-1855125198611191070?l=la-vita-weng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-vita-weng.blogspot.com/feeds/1855125198611191070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3791966783008529629&amp;postID=1855125198611191070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791966783008529629/posts/default/1855125198611191070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791966783008529629/posts/default/1855125198611191070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-vita-weng.blogspot.com/2008/07/gratitude.html' title='Retreat in General Santos City'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267713358229432013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FEM01WHAYkA/SKkqpbSIQGI/AAAAAAAAACA/QvNUb76ifg8/S220/tn96.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3791966783008529629.post-980214685972393916</id><published>2008-07-22T03:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T03:58:30.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Paid to Try</title><content type='html'>It's really amazing how people earn through internet nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;I've just  signed-up to the site called  &lt;a href="http://www.getpaidtotry.com/user/thank_you.php?p=4#"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.getpaidtotry.com/images/gptt-logo-3.jpg" border="0" height="58" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...and believe it or not, they offer 20$ bonus for who ever signs up to their site. Isn't it amazing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your a US citizen, you are lucky because you can get more offers for they have some offers exclusive for the US residents alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So easy, eh? By just spending some time in front of your computer, clicking the mouse, trying out products, taking surveys and signing-up to sites...equals dollars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what are you waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Gptt240" src="http://socialspark.com/uploads/socialspark/public/assets/237/gptt240.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://socialspark.com/metrics/click/disclosure?slot_id=11345&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fgetpaidtotry.directtrack.com%2Fz%2F13%2FCD1%2Fsocialspark" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img alt="Sponsored by GetPaidToTry" src="http://socialspark.com/metrics/view/post?slot_id=11345&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fsocialspark.com%2Fuploads%2Fsocialspark%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2Fdisclosure_badges%2F11215%2Fgray_disclosure_badge.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/User/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/User/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3791966783008529629-980214685972393916?l=la-vita-weng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-vita-weng.blogspot.com/feeds/980214685972393916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3791966783008529629&amp;postID=980214685972393916' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791966783008529629/posts/default/980214685972393916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791966783008529629/posts/default/980214685972393916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-vita-weng.blogspot.com/2008/07/get-paid-to-try.html' title='Get Paid to Try'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267713358229432013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FEM01WHAYkA/SKkqpbSIQGI/AAAAAAAAACA/QvNUb76ifg8/S220/tn96.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3791966783008529629.post-2714762572424737329</id><published>2008-07-22T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T03:22:32.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of Town!</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow we(graduating students) will be having our retreat at Calumpang, General Santos City.  Honestly I haven't prepared yet. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i'll try to post some photos here that will be taken during our retreat in gensan.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toinks! tat's all, just wanna inform you that i'm out of town for two days...&lt;br /&gt;tata!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3791966783008529629-2714762572424737329?l=la-vita-weng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-vita-weng.blogspot.com/feeds/2714762572424737329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3791966783008529629&amp;postID=2714762572424737329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791966783008529629/posts/default/2714762572424737329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791966783008529629/posts/default/2714762572424737329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-vita-weng.blogspot.com/2008/07/out-of-town.html' title='Out of Town!'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267713358229432013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FEM01WHAYkA/SKkqpbSIQGI/AAAAAAAAACA/QvNUb76ifg8/S220/tn96.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3791966783008529629.post-523507620921193121</id><published>2008-07-21T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T23:28:34.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SY 2007-2008 is over!</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 class="date-header"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;it was posted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;ilang araw &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;before the examination day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 class="date-header"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tuesday, March 18, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;a name="132364100821335951"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt; &lt;a href="http://zheille.blogspot.com/2008/03/sy-2007-2008-is-over.html"&gt;SY 2007-2008 is over!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;div class="post-body entry-content"&gt; whew! the school year ends! congrats to the graduates of batch 2007-2008! :) proud of yah guys! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapos na na din sa wakas ang tress at pressure para sa final exams! whew! 4th yr na jud ko(how did you say so?)! wooohhoo! kinda afraid though.. did not study during the exams.. waaaaaa.. dami kaisng gnawa eh.. whooaaa.. i hope i will be able to get high grades pa rin--kung hindi magigng dean's lost ka wenggay! ok lang din naman noh.. hahah.. atleast kahit papaano naging member nman ng honor society--kahit hndi nagastudy maxado!!! hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neweiz, we had a lot of fun last night! as in fun! hahah... we gave a tribute party to the 4th years polsci studs...kahit medyo late na nag-umpisa yong program(my program ba?) eh enjoy naman yong party. well, the program started past 8 na so we decided na sa gitna ng program na lang kmi kakain instead na after ng program...but what happened is that pagkatapos na kain eh mukhang naenjoy ata ng lahat(specially the graduates) na mapicture2 so ayon hanggang sa naligo na lang iyong iba eh hindi na tinapos ang suposed to be program ng mga lower years... toinks.. we didn't want nman to spoil the night for the 4thyears(graduates na pala) so nagsiliguan na lang ang lahat! well, kahit hindi natapos ang program "kuno" the THING is they(graduates) ENJOYED the night and had lots of fun...naglaro kasi kmi sa swimming pool ng "habulan" at "open and close the basket" eh...pero ibang version non...intead na magsasabi yong taya ng "open the basket, close the basket, change partner" he will going to say "tao, bahay, bagyo"...when he says tao, that means, tatakbo yong tao sa loob at maghahanap na papasukang "basket"(or taong naghahawak kamay), when he says "bahay" yong 2 person na naghahawak kamay eh maghahanap na taong icacaptures, pagsnabi namang "bagyo" eh magkakagulo na at ang mga kahit cnu pweding maging basket at atong makukulong...kung cnu yong maiwan sa gita sya yong taya! whew! super saya talaga! :) namaos nga ako ska muntik na di makahinga! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basta ang saya.. nag-enjoy talaga ang lahat!&lt;br /&gt;to all the polsci graduates, CONGRATZ sa inyo! :) gonna face the real word na, kaya nyo yan! aja! kayo pa!  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;span class="post-author vcard"&gt; Posted by &lt;span class="fn"&gt;Weng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="post-timestamp"&gt; at &lt;a class="timestamp-link" href="http://zheille.blogspot.com/2008/03/sy-2007-2008-is-over.html" rel="bookmark" title="permanent link"&gt;&lt;abbr class="published" title="2008-03-18T23:56:00-07:00"&gt;Tuesday, March 18, 2008&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="post-comment-link"&gt; &lt;a class="comment-link" href="comment.g?blogID=19015386&amp;amp;postID=132364100821335951&amp;amp;isPopup=true" onclick="'javascript:window.open(this.href," toolbar="0,location=" statusbar="1,menubar=" scrollbars="yes,width=" height="450"&gt;0 comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3791966783008529629-523507620921193121?l=la-vita-weng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-vita-weng.blogspot.com/feeds/523507620921193121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3791966783008529629&amp;postID=523507620921193121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791966783008529629/posts/default/523507620921193121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791966783008529629/posts/default/523507620921193121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-vita-weng.blogspot.com/2008/07/sy-2007-2008-is-over_21.html' title='SY 2007-2008 is over!'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267713358229432013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FEM01WHAYkA/SKkqpbSIQGI/AAAAAAAAACA/QvNUb76ifg8/S220/tn96.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3791966783008529629.post-5478487584679540495</id><published>2008-07-21T23:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T23:25:43.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>umiral na naman ang katangahan ko!</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 class="date-header"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Monday, March 10, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;a name="2154008407805998800"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt; &lt;a href="http://zheille.blogspot.com/2008/03/umiral-na-naman-ang-katangahan-ko.html"&gt;umiral na naman ang katangahan ko!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h3&gt; after my major i hurriedly went outside the class room and went to the canteen for i am very hungry--was not able to take my breakfast this morning... i was eating my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;branch&lt;/span&gt; (Breakfast and Lunch) when i remember to text my boyfriend. I checked my pocket but my cellphone was not there so i opened my bag and looked for it but i did not find it there...my heart beated so fast then i decided to go back into the classroom wishing and praying that i'll find my cp there and no one had stole it. when i got inside the room i saw my cellphone on the desk of the chair where i had seated.. Thank God it was still there! whew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was not the cellphone, actually, that is important... What makes me worried is the numbers and the messages stucked in there... the numbers, are very important enable for me to communicate with my love ones and my friends and classmates... and i'll treasure the messages in there so i am very much thank full it was not stolen! oh, thank you God! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3791966783008529629-5478487584679540495?l=la-vita-weng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-vita-weng.blogspot.com/feeds/5478487584679540495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3791966783008529629&amp;postID=5478487584679540495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791966783008529629/posts/default/5478487584679540495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791966783008529629/posts/default/5478487584679540495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-vita-weng.blogspot.com/2008/07/umiral-na-naman-ang-katangahan-ko_21.html' title='umiral na naman ang katangahan ko!'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267713358229432013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FEM01WHAYkA/SKkqpbSIQGI/AAAAAAAAACA/QvNUb76ifg8/S220/tn96.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3791966783008529629.post-5134688640556635648</id><published>2008-07-21T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T23:24:29.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bussy Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;It was posted before the final examination days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;a href="http://zheille.blogspot.com/2008/02/bussy-me.html"&gt;Bussy Me!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;div class="post-body entry-content"&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New,monospace; font-size: 100%;"&gt;I have done so much things this week. and actually, I’ll be quite busy in the following weeks. Kinda tired but I’m glad I still have time to get online though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reasons for my bussy days:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New,monospace; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Political Science Week. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Our club decided to have a one week activities at school with the theme: "&lt;i&gt;Anti-Political POlitics&lt;/i&gt;". The following activities were the concert(politics in lyrics), film viewing ( Schindler’s list, Gone with the wind, and The inconvenient truth), Battle of the Brains(a quiz bowl), and the meeting de avance wherein the agenda is to meet and know more about the aspiring SSG officers( the club facilitates the said activity). Being an officer of the club I have corresponding works/tasksto do. But those works/tasks are not that really hard though. Actually, I was not able to attend the said activities because it was held during night time, our school is quite far from home. My parents wont allow me to stay in school that late coz it’s kinda dangerous to go home at night and there are no jeeps nor tricycles na sasakyan. And honestly speaking, I am a bit passive with regards to the school activities---for some reasons ofcorz! So para makabawi I did all the buying of all the materials needed and help making the posters and posted it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New,monospace; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Course Promotion&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;Our club moderator suggested that we should make a way to promote our course to the graduating HS students because the course enrollees decreased this school year and she’s afraid that we might get nominated for suspension. Now the club agreed for a room to room course promotion at the High Schools in the City. This activity will start on Wednesday (tomorrow) until Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New,monospace; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SSG Election.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Our club volunteered as COMELEC for our university SSG election, so we facilitate the said election. We made the ballot boxes, posters to announce to the students the election day and guide them where to vote. We are also assign to guide the students during votation and count the vote after. Well, ofcorz the works are subdivided and there's the so called "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shifting&lt;/span&gt;" of time sa pagbabantay ng prinsinct polls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New,monospace; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bulletin Board&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; PSS decided to make a bulletin board wherein concerned NDMUans could express/share their thoughts and opinions with regard to the grand issues in town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New,monospace; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Course Requirements&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; We have so many requirements at school but this subject, The Local Gov’t. in the Philippines, is our main concern as of the moment. It will be passed and presented next week so we are working hard for this. The requirements include the profile of the certain LGU where we are assigned(I and my group were assigned to the Province), the list of the LGU’s officials, their functions and duties, League of LGU and etc. We have visited the site of the province but the informations we got there are not enough so we to go to the different provincial departments. Also we are required to interview the local chief executive. In our case, we were not able to interview the governor(just the admin.) because she is so busy. Actually we have just interviewed the said admin yesterday. If I have time, I will share to you our interview-experienced. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-size: 100%;"&gt;I also have this project entitled "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Pastoral Integration&lt;/span&gt;" where in I need to get informations about my own Parish Church and GKK including my involvement in the church activities.We are under the parish church of TAmpakan though we are not part of the town for the reason that our Barangay is nearer to the town than to the City proper of Korondal, the city where we belong. This is the reason why I was in Tampakan yesterday(stated on my other blog)and actually, I came back to the town just this morning to gather informations because there was no office yesterday---dunno why, and super pa talaga akong naghintay sa wala--- and am glad i was able to get the information i needed for my project. GKK info na lang ang kulang ko ngayon. but it's ok though, tabi lang naman kasi namin yong chapel sa bahay anf kilala ko naman yong mga officers and persons that i need to interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New,monospace; font-size: 100%;"&gt;So that’s it. Those thing made me busy these passed days. I hope I could still update my blogs by the next days. Finals is fast approaching so medyo magiging bussy ang lola nyo. hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; wish me luck guys.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="post-footer-line post-footer-line-1"&gt;&lt;span class="post-author vcard"&gt; Posted by &lt;span class="fn"&gt;Weng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="post-timestamp"&gt; at &lt;a class="timestamp-link" href="http://zheille.blogspot.com/2008/02/bussy-me.html" rel="bookmark" title="permanent link"&gt;&lt;abbr class="published" title="2008-02-26T02:39:00-08:00"&gt;Tuesday, February 26, 2008&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="post-comment-link"&gt; &lt;a class="comment-link" href="comment.g?blogID=19015386&amp;amp;postID=8422645398292467251&amp;amp;isPopup=true" onclick="'javascript:window.open(this.href," toolbar="0,location="0,statusbar="1,menubar="0,scrollbars="yes,width="400,height="450"&gt;0 comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="post-icons"&gt; &lt;span class="item-control blog-admin pid-1242070267"&gt; &lt;a href="post-edit.g?blogID=19015386&amp;amp;postID=8422645398292467251" title="Edit Post"&gt; &lt;img alt="" class="icon-action" src="img/icon18_edit_allbkg.gif" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="post-footer-line post-footer-line-2"&gt;&lt;span class="post-labels"&gt; Labels: &lt;a href="http://zheille.blogspot.com/search/label/personal" rel="tag"&gt;personal&lt;/a&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/3791966783008529629-5134688640556635648?l=la-vita-weng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-vita-weng.blogspot.com/feeds/5134688640556635648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3791966783008529629&amp;postID=5134688640556635648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791966783008529629/posts/default/5134688640556635648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791966783008529629/posts/default/5134688640556635648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-vita-weng.blogspot.com/2008/07/bussy-me.html' title='Bussy Me!'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267713358229432013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FEM01WHAYkA/SKkqpbSIQGI/AAAAAAAAACA/QvNUb76ifg8/S220/tn96.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3791966783008529629.post-6323379570859042298</id><published>2008-07-21T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T23:22:59.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crushes</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt; &lt;a href="http://zheille.blogspot.com/2008/02/do-you-have-crushes-me-i-have-bunch-of.html"&gt;Crushes&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;div class="post-body entry-content"&gt; Do you have crushes? Me? I have bunch of… haha… I do remember that I was in kindergarten when I first have had a crush on one of my classmates named Jeffry. And you know what? It lasted for over 5yrs… hahaha… When I reached High School, I shifted to pop icons. I went crazy over those band boys and animes. My ultimate crush happens to be Ben Adams of A1. I have so much copies of song hits and I almost bought all their albums. And I always voted for their song on MyMix before to get into the Hit Chart. But when I reached College my taste on men changed. I became more attracted to my professors and to classmates who have “gender crises” (others are really identified as… you know… ‘BS’)---good thing my boy friend is straight-oriented! Funny, eh? But it’s true… and I don’t know why am feeling this way. All I know is that most people who are like them are responsible and funny to be with... no dull moments when you are with them. Maybe those are the factors why i get so attracted with them. Pero aside from them marami pa akong mga crushes like athletes, student leaders etc…sa mga ganoon lang talaga ako madaling maatract.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero sa dinami-dami nang mga crush ko I never thought of having relationship to anyone of them—can’t imagine. Hahaha…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about you? Do you have crushes too? Why don’t you share it with us?  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;span class="post-author vcard"&gt; Posted by &lt;span class="fn"&gt;Weng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="post-timestamp"&gt; at &lt;a class="timestamp-link" href="http://zheille.blogspot.com/2008/02/do-you-have-crushes-me-i-have-bunch-of.html" rel="bookmark" title="permanent link"&gt;&lt;abbr class="published" title="2008-02-23T22:37:00-08:00"&gt;Saturday, February 23, 2008&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="post-comment-link"&gt; &lt;a class="comment-link" href="comment.g?blogID=19015386&amp;amp;postID=2332183603304129052&amp;amp;isPopup=true" onclick="'javascript:window.open(this.href," toolbar="0,location="0,statusbar="1,menubar="0,scrollbars="yes,width="400,height="450"&gt;0 comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3791966783008529629-6323379570859042298?l=la-vita-weng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-vita-weng.blogspot.com/feeds/6323379570859042298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3791966783008529629&amp;postID=6323379570859042298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791966783008529629/posts/default/6323379570859042298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791966783008529629/posts/default/6323379570859042298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-vita-weng.blogspot.com/2008/07/crushes.html' title='Crushes'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267713358229432013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FEM01WHAYkA/SKkqpbSIQGI/AAAAAAAAACA/QvNUb76ifg8/S220/tn96.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3791966783008529629.post-6605631069033422385</id><published>2008-07-21T23:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T23:21:15.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I ready to get married???</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt; &lt;a href="http://zheille.blogspot.com/2008/02/am-i-ready-to-get-married.html"&gt;Am I ready to get married???&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;div class="post-body entry-content"&gt; Got this from &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Sheng&lt;/span&gt;... it was a sort of a test.. i was kinda curious so i decided to take the this as well... and i was surprised with the result...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, have a glimpse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 67% Ready for Marriage&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyoureadyformarriagequiz/marriage-4.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are almost ready for marriage, and you could be ready to be engaged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're still figuring out the details of your ideal relationship!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyoureadyformarriagequiz/"&gt;Are You Ready for Marriage?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Try it too and see your scores... hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;span class="post-author vcard"&gt; Posted by &lt;span class="fn"&gt;Weng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="post-timestamp"&gt; at &lt;a class="timestamp-link" href="http://zheille.blogspot.com/2008/02/am-i-ready-to-get-married.html" rel="bookmark" title="permanent link"&gt;&lt;abbr class="published" title="2008-02-19T22:54:00-08:00"&gt;Tuesday, February 19, 2008&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="post-comment-link"&gt; &lt;a class="comment-link" href="comment.g?blogID=19015386&amp;amp;postID=2944150340466394138&amp;amp;isPopup=true" onclick="'javascript:window.open(this.href," toolbar="0,location="0,statusbar="1,menubar="0,scrollbars="yes,width="400,height="450"&gt;0 comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3791966783008529629-6605631069033422385?l=la-vita-weng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-vita-weng.blogspot.com/feeds/6605631069033422385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3791966783008529629&amp;postID=6605631069033422385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791966783008529629/posts/default/6605631069033422385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791966783008529629/posts/default/6605631069033422385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-vita-weng.blogspot.com/2008/07/am-i-ready-to-get-married.html' title='Am I ready to get married???'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267713358229432013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FEM01WHAYkA/SKkqpbSIQGI/AAAAAAAAACA/QvNUb76ifg8/S220/tn96.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3791966783008529629.post-6672773862499511668</id><published>2008-07-21T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T23:20:23.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Advance greetings</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt; 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&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tina!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish you all the bests girl! hugs  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="post-footer"&gt; &lt;div class="post-footer-line post-footer-line-1"&gt;&lt;span class="post-author vcard"&gt; Posted by &lt;span class="fn"&gt;Weng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="post-timestamp"&gt; at &lt;a class="timestamp-link" href="http://zheille.blogspot.com/2008/02/advance-greetings_12.html" rel="bookmark" title="permanent link"&gt;&lt;abbr class="published" title="2008-02-12T22:52:00-08:00"&gt;Tuesday, February 12, 2008&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="post-comment-link"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="post-icons"&gt; &lt;span class="item-control blog-admin pid-1242070267"&gt; &lt;a href="post-edit.g?blogID=19015386&amp;amp;postID=8503381293520908012" title="Edit Post"&gt; &lt;img alt="" class="icon-action" src="img/icon18_edit_allbkg.gif" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="post-footer-line post-footer-line-2"&gt;&lt;span class="post-labels"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;a name="comments"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;h4&gt; 2 comments:          &lt;/h4&gt; &lt;dl id="comments-block"&gt;&lt;dt class="comment-author anon-comment-icon" id="c5250690732288088755"&gt; &lt;a name="c5250690732288088755"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://ilovephilippinestoo.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow"&gt;ilovephilippinestoo&lt;/a&gt; said... &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd class="comment-body"&gt; &lt;p&gt;Happy Valentines Day to all! Hmmmm... Love is in the air. Where and who is your date on that da Weng?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingat palagi.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd class="comment-footer"&gt; &lt;span class="comment-timestamp"&gt; &lt;a href="http://zheille.blogspot.com/2008/02/advance-greetings_12.html?showComment=1202888160000#c5250690732288088755" title="comment permalink"&gt; 12 February, 2008 &lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="item-control blog-admin pid-764248673"&gt; &lt;a href="delete-comment.g?blogID=19015386&amp;amp;postID=5250690732288088755" title="Delete Comment"&gt; &lt;img src="img/icon_delete13.gif" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt class="comment-author anon-comment-icon" id="c2139498490311175485"&gt; &lt;a name="c2139498490311175485"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://taex.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow"&gt;Traveling Free&lt;/a&gt; said... &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd class="comment-body"&gt; &lt;p&gt;Spending the special Valentines Da with your loved one in an island is really a freat escapade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentines Day to all!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd class="comment-footer"&gt; &lt;span class="comment-timestamp"&gt; &lt;a href="http://zheille.blogspot.com/2008/02/advance-greetings_12.html?showComment=1202888280000#c2139498490311175485" title="comment permalink"&gt; 12 February, 2008&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3791966783008529629-6672773862499511668?l=la-vita-weng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-vita-weng.blogspot.com/feeds/6672773862499511668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3791966783008529629&amp;postID=6672773862499511668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791966783008529629/posts/default/6672773862499511668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791966783008529629/posts/default/6672773862499511668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-vita-weng.blogspot.com/2008/07/advance-greetings.html' title='Advance greetings'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267713358229432013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FEM01WHAYkA/SKkqpbSIQGI/AAAAAAAAACA/QvNUb76ifg8/S220/tn96.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3791966783008529629.post-7972286149588296424</id><published>2008-07-21T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:31:56.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Street Children</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 class="date-header"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Thursday, January 31, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;a name="6840505332685175343"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt; &lt;a href="http://zheille.blogspot.com/2008/01/street-children.html"&gt;The Street Children&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;div class="post-body entry-content"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FEM01WHAYkA/SIV545Bcl1I/AAAAAAAAAAY/q_iz7exygQA/s1600-h/street-children_50.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FEM01WHAYkA/SIV545Bcl1I/AAAAAAAAAAY/q_iz7exygQA/s320/street-children_50.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225716960919852882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;http://www.stolenchildhood.net/images/street-children_50.jpg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:red;"  &gt;It was 6:00pm yesterday and I was in the tricycle (going home), while the driver is waiting for passengers, when I saw two children (6 and 4 years old, I guess) on the street. They were walking holding hands. Suddenly, the older one stopped in front of the garbage, beside it was a big package cartoon. He took the cartoon and showed it to the younger one. &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The younger one then nodded and pointed his fingers to my direction. It was then that I noticed that behind the tricycle where I am sitting was a vacant area wherein only few people are passing by. They walked through the area then the older one laid down the cartoon. While the tricycle was still waiting for other passengers I also waited for parents to come and get the children…it was evening already and children of their age must be in the house as of that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:red;"  &gt;It was almost an hour of waiting but no one really bothered to get the children. There parents had already forgotten them. I felt pity for the two boys (it was so clear that they were going to sleep on the area) and felt angry with those parents who abandoned them (and to the government who had done nothing in order to give those children a shelter). Where are they? How could they do that to their own children? Where is their conscience? Do they have one? I want to walk towards the children but realized that I have nothing to offer or give them… had no money left. “if only I am rich”, I told myself…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:red;"  &gt;They are not only the street children in Koronadal. There are plenty of them… and it’s not only in Koronadal where there are kids like them. The &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Philippines&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; is rich in street children, actually. In fact you can see them wherever public place you go in the country. But the state don’t give a damn in order to solve these things.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:red;"  &gt;The driver started the tricycle on a minute after. It was time for us to go home.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center;font-family:courier new;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;span class="post-author vcard"&gt; Posted by &lt;span class="fn"&gt;Weng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="post-timestamp"&gt; at &lt;a class="timestamp-link" href="http://zheille.blogspot.com/2008/01/street-children.html" rel="bookmark" title="permanent link"&gt;&lt;abbr class="published" title="2008-01-31T21:21:00-08:00"&gt;Thursday, January 31, 2008&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="post-comment-link"&gt; &lt;a class="comment-link" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19015386&amp;amp;postID=6840505332685175343&amp;amp;isPopup=true" onclick="'javascript:window.open(this.href," toolbar="0,location=" statusbar="1,menubar=" scrollbars="yes,width=" height="450"&gt;0 comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3791966783008529629-7972286149588296424?l=la-vita-weng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-vita-weng.blogspot.com/feeds/7972286149588296424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3791966783008529629&amp;postID=7972286149588296424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791966783008529629/posts/default/7972286149588296424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791966783008529629/posts/default/7972286149588296424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-vita-weng.blogspot.com/2008/07/street-children.html' title='The Street Children'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267713358229432013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FEM01WHAYkA/SKkqpbSIQGI/AAAAAAAAACA/QvNUb76ifg8/S220/tn96.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FEM01WHAYkA/SIV545Bcl1I/AAAAAAAAAAY/q_iz7exygQA/s72-c/street-children_50.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3791966783008529629.post-3757785394857635517</id><published>2008-07-21T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T21:07:34.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bankruptcy: An Honest Mistake...</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;While typing the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://la-vita-weng.blogspot.com/2008/07/ten-things-about-weng.html"&gt;Ten Things about Weng&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;, i made a mistake, writing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bankrupcy&lt;/span&gt; instead of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;exploitation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt; &lt;/h3&gt; &lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;a href="http://zheille.blogspot.com/2008/01/bankruptcy-honest-mistake.html"&gt;Bankruptcy: An Honest Mistake...&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;   &lt;div class="post-body entry-content"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When you have read my archive which entitled “&lt;i style=""&gt;Ten Things About Weng”&lt;/i&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;before this day then you must have read the word &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;bankruptcy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; on the number 10. You might noticed that the word was kinda irrelevant to my explanation. It was kinda funny because I was out of my mind when I put that. I was so busy studying then for the exams the day after when the idea to post something about me on my blog popped into my mind. It so happened that Thomas Carlyle (a philosopher whose ideas are one of the focuses of our study in one of our major subjects) hates democracy because this would lead to bankruptcy (people want to be in the position because of power and money). Democracy itself is not really the “rule of the people” but rather “rule of the fools” because idiots and uneducated are majority in the society. When I read the archive again I was not able to help my self not to laugh. The word “bankruptcy” was not really the word I wanted to write, however, my mind was not able to grasp the right term which I supposed to. But that’s okay though. The circumstance made me realized that I’ve learned lessons from school. Isn’t that great? Naa diay nagasink in sa akong utok... hehehe&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="post-footer"&gt; &lt;div class="post-footer-line post-footer-line-1"&gt;&lt;span class="post-author vcard"&gt; Posted by &lt;span class="fn"&gt;Weng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="post-timestamp"&gt; at &lt;a class="timestamp-link" href="http://zheille.blogspot.com/2008/01/bankruptcy-honest-mistake.html" rel="bookmark" title="permanent link"&gt;&lt;abbr class="published" title="2008-01-24T22:05:00-08:00"&gt;Thursday, January 24, 2008&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="post-comment-link"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="post-icons"&gt; &lt;span class="item-control blog-admin pid-1242070267"&gt; &lt;a href="post-edit.g?blogID=19015386&amp;amp;postID=3671884985521897243" title="Edit Post"&gt; &lt;img alt="" class="icon-action" src="img/icon18_edit_allbkg.gif" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="post-footer-line post-footer-line-2"&gt;&lt;span class="post-labels"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;a name="comments"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;h4&gt;            1 comments:          &lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;dl id="comments-block"&gt; &lt;dt class="comment-author anon-comment-icon" id="c3259160982697194639"&gt; &lt;a name="c3259160982697194639"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anonymous said... &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd class="comment-body"&gt; &lt;p&gt;"nothing makes a new day&lt;br /&gt;more promising than having&lt;br /&gt;the right heart,&lt;br /&gt;the right spirit,&lt;br /&gt;the right mind,&lt;br /&gt;and the right strength that&lt;br /&gt;comes from God.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/dd&gt; &lt;/dl&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3791966783008529629-3757785394857635517?l=la-vita-weng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-vita-weng.blogspot.com/feeds/3757785394857635517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3791966783008529629&amp;postID=3757785394857635517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791966783008529629/posts/default/3757785394857635517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791966783008529629/posts/default/3757785394857635517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-vita-weng.blogspot.com/2008/07/bankruptcy-honest-mistake.html' title='Bankruptcy: An Honest Mistake...'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267713358229432013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FEM01WHAYkA/SKkqpbSIQGI/AAAAAAAAACA/QvNUb76ifg8/S220/tn96.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3791966783008529629.post-1999418753872810693</id><published>2008-07-21T20:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T21:08:41.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mend Do Cry</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt; &lt;a href="http://zheille.blogspot.com/2008/01/men-do-cry.html"&gt;Men do cry..&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;   &lt;div class="post-body entry-content"&gt; I was on my way out from school when i saw my crush on the school covered area crying while talking to her girlfriend...&lt;br /&gt;I kinda felt sad and sorry for him... I don't know what had happened but seeing him made me think that he's having a problem or something...&lt;br /&gt;I smiled while walking outside the university because I am happy seeing a man crying...he had proven something... he is still a human being who has emotions... I really hate men who are afraid to show some hurting emotions for the reason that they are men and they have to show to the world that they are strong. Men who thinks that being weak means being gay.. to hell with them! that's stereo-typing... Men who didn't show their real emotions or something for me are cowards... they are more than gays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you agree wih me guys?  &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;span class="post-author vcard"&gt; Posted by &lt;span class="fn"&gt;Weng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="post-timestamp"&gt; at &lt;a class="timestamp-link" href="http://zheille.blogspot.com/2008/01/men-do-cry.html" rel="bookmark" title="permanent link"&gt;&lt;abbr class="published" title="2008-01-30T02:04:00-08:00"&gt;Wednesday, January 30, 2008&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="post-comment-link"&gt; &lt;a class="comment-link" href="comment.g?blogID=19015386&amp;amp;postID=4829627727162228814&amp;amp;isPopup=true" onclick="'javascript:window.open(this.href," toolbar="0,location="0,statusbar="1,menubar="0,scrollbars="yes,width="400,height="450"&gt;0 comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3791966783008529629-1999418753872810693?l=la-vita-weng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-vita-weng.blogspot.com/feeds/1999418753872810693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3791966783008529629&amp;postID=1999418753872810693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791966783008529629/posts/default/1999418753872810693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791966783008529629/posts/default/1999418753872810693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-vita-weng.blogspot.com/2008/07/mend-do-cry.html' title='Mend Do Cry'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267713358229432013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FEM01WHAYkA/SKkqpbSIQGI/AAAAAAAAACA/QvNUb76ifg8/S220/tn96.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3791966783008529629.post-3178409573779594048</id><published>2008-07-21T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T21:02:12.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten Things about Weng</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;there was i time that i share the ten things about me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten Things About Weng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There some characteristics/attitudes of mine that other people still don't know about.. So i decided to list 10 of them to share it to you... If you want to know me better just read below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten Things about Louella Marie Valdez Lacson:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Frustrated Singer. Whenever i get the chance, i go videoke. I don't have that golden voice(which i wish i have) actually, I just love to sing that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A Child at Heart. I'm 19 now, an adult but I still don't feel I am. I still believe in fairy tales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Liberated. I am an open minded person. I don't easily judge people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Love Literature and History. I love reading classical poetries and stories. My favorite classical writer is Edgar Allan Poe(John Grisham in this contemporary period). I'm also interested in different events and great people in the past. I kinda interested with the story of Henry VIII(the most controversial King of the middle ages) and the rest of the Teodor actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Geography-Fascinated. I love places. When i was in high school, i used to memorize the capitals of the world but i was not able to memorize them all, only Asia and Europe. And when I get rich, i wanna travel the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Funny. I always want people to laugh and smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Actress. I used to join in a drama club at school . I have also joined some drama contests just for fun and to show my talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Hates Plastic/back biter. I hate pretender, the one who is very nice in front of you but destroys your personhood when you are not around. I knew one like that, she used to dig the most secretive part of your being then make a story out of it... didn't get to catch her talking nasty stuffs at my back yet but she had actually done that to a friend, now I'm running away from her and carefull of my language if she's around because I might be a victim if I wont do that. I don't judge her being like but her attitude annoys me so the least thing I can do for now is to run away from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. One Man Woman. I make sure that when i get into a relationship there's no third party at my part. I am always loyal and faithful to the guy I am with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Likes to Work Alone. I make sure that when i do some projects or anything, I do it my way. I don't like the idea of groupwork or teamwork, that leads to human exploitation and laziness. If we are in a group most likely others would tend to put all the work on the hand of the person who is industrious to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope through that you get to know me better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Posted by Weng at Monday, January 21, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 comments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tina said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow weng.. daghan ta kaperehas na trait. i love to sing (though pang banyo ra ako tingog as of now. Haha). pero mag karaoke ko pag ako ra isa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a child at heart pud ko.. i still believe in happy endings. and open minded at the same time.. i dont judge people now. im into literature and history.. and of course geography because i love to travel.&lt;br /&gt;   22 January, 2008&lt;br /&gt;weng said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   hahaha.. really? hehehe&lt;br /&gt;   24 January, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post a Comment&lt;br /&gt;Newer Post Older Post Home&lt;br /&gt;Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3791966783008529629-3178409573779594048?l=la-vita-weng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-vita-weng.blogspot.com/feeds/3178409573779594048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3791966783008529629&amp;postID=3178409573779594048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791966783008529629/posts/default/3178409573779594048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791966783008529629/posts/default/3178409573779594048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-vita-weng.blogspot.com/2008/07/ten-things-about-weng.html' title='Ten Things about Weng'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267713358229432013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FEM01WHAYkA/SKkqpbSIQGI/AAAAAAAAACA/QvNUb76ifg8/S220/tn96.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3791966783008529629.post-7295390866439916265</id><published>2008-07-21T20:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T20:56:24.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Good Cousin</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;The poem i made for my cousin for her minor subject.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/h3&gt; &lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;a href="http://zheille.blogspot.com/2008/01/being-good-cousin.html"&gt;The Good Cousin...&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;   &lt;div class="post-body entry-content"&gt; My cousin &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Alma&lt;/span&gt; asked me to do her assignment yesterday because she's so busy and she said that she could not cope up with all her school requirements anymore--cousin is a nursing student so it's not really that shocking if she has lot of things to do ... So being a kind cousin and having not much to do, i said 'yes'... Well, it's not really that hard thing to do eh.. Their teacher asked them to make a poem.. not really a good poet but I do write some sometimes... and here's the one i made for my dear cousin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: courier new;"&gt;God's Greatest Artwork&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: courier new;"&gt;In a far away land,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: courier new;"&gt;I saw two people holding hands...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: courier new;"&gt;They were so sweet to each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: courier new;"&gt;And no one had the courage to bother...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: courier new;"&gt;The girl pushed the boy a while after&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: courier new;"&gt;But the boy ran and hugged her,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: courier new;"&gt;Wiped her eyes full of tears...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: courier new;"&gt;Suddenly, she smile with no fears..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: courier new;"&gt;There I saw how much they love each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: courier new;"&gt;And how much they care for one another...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: courier new;"&gt;I was amazed of how love really works...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: courier new;"&gt;It was, indeed, God's greatest artwork.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: courier new;"&gt;The boy kissed the girl on the forehead,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: courier new;"&gt;and her cheeks turned into red...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: courier new;"&gt;They walked again holding hands,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: courier new;"&gt;and found their way to the promised land...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's more of a story than a poem... Just couldn't think of something to write to so i had decided to write something about her-- her lovelife... and so that's the story of her lovelife.. hehehe... oh! the last stanza's a lilbit funny... my friend resty commented that it sounds awkward... i just thought the word "&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;promised land&lt;/span&gt;" rhymns on the above line plus it could best descibe on a situation where in the couples have really decided to keep their relationship forever...  &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;span class="post-author vcard"&gt; Posted by &lt;span class="fn"&gt;Weng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="post-timestamp"&gt; at &lt;a class="timestamp-link" href="http://zheille.blogspot.com/2008/01/being-good-cousin.html" rel="bookmark" title="permanent link"&gt;&lt;abbr class="published" title="2008-01-15T20:00:00-08:00"&gt;Tuesday, January 15, 2008&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="post-comment-link"&gt; &lt;a class="comment-link" href="comment.g?blogID=19015386&amp;amp;postID=1872961853726315463&amp;amp;isPopup=true" onclick="'javascript:window.open(this.href," toolbar="0,location="0,statusbar="1,menubar="0,scrollbars="yes,width="400,height="450"&gt;0 comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3791966783008529629-7295390866439916265?l=la-vita-weng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-vita-weng.blogspot.com/feeds/7295390866439916265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3791966783008529629&amp;postID=7295390866439916265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791966783008529629/posts/default/7295390866439916265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791966783008529629/posts/default/7295390866439916265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-vita-weng.blogspot.com/2008/07/good-cousin.html' title='The Good Cousin'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267713358229432013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FEM01WHAYkA/SKkqpbSIQGI/AAAAAAAAACA/QvNUb76ifg8/S220/tn96.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3791966783008529629.post-4461518609185008144</id><published>2008-07-21T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T20:55:11.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sudden Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;I deleted the other posts i made for some reasons..i was so childish and immature then then anything(childish) that comes in my mind i wrote in my blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; I was also out in the blogworld for how many years and when i came back, it was when i found google adsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;a href="http://zheille.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog.html"&gt;sudden change..&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;   &lt;div class="post-body entry-content"&gt; To all the people who had been reading my blog before you ,may wondering where are the other articles I had written (typed, I mean)… well, I deleted it all for some reasons… and now magsisimula na naman ako… gonna start all over a gain….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are things in life that should be change and some must be forgotten.. I’m 19 and I guess I have to act like an adult now, to be mature enough in all things…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m back in the blog world and I’ll make sure that I could spent time in here.. i don't have the gift in writing but i'll do my best to share myself to you in an understandable writing..lol..  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="post-footer"&gt; &lt;div class="post-footer-line post-footer-line-1"&gt;&lt;span class="post-author vcard"&gt; Posted by &lt;span class="fn"&gt;Weng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="post-timestamp"&gt; at &lt;a class="timestamp-link" href="http://zheille.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog.html" rel="bookmark" title="permanent link"&gt;&lt;abbr class="published" title="2008-01-10T18:40:00-08:00"&gt;Thursday, January 10, 2008&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="post-comment-link"&gt; &lt;a class="comment-link" href="comment.g?blogID=19015386&amp;amp;postID=9021130026634391483&amp;amp;isPopup=true" onclick="'javascript:window.open(this.href," toolbar="0,location="0,statusbar="1,menubar="0,scrollbars="yes,width="400,height="450"&gt;0 comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="post-icons"&gt; &lt;span class="item-control blog-admin pid-1242070267"&gt; &lt;a href="post-edit.g?blogID=19015386&amp;amp;postID=9021130026634391483" title="Edit Post"&gt; &lt;img alt="" class="icon-action" src="img/icon18_edit_allbkg.gif" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="post-footer-line post-footer-line-2"&gt;&lt;span class="post-labels"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;a name="5385207741319868306"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3791966783008529629-4461518609185008144?l=la-vita-weng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-vita-weng.blogspot.com/feeds/4461518609185008144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3791966783008529629&amp;postID=4461518609185008144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791966783008529629/posts/default/4461518609185008144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791966783008529629/posts/default/4461518609185008144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-vita-weng.blogspot.com/2008/07/sudden-change.html' title='Sudden Change'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267713358229432013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FEM01WHAYkA/SKkqpbSIQGI/AAAAAAAAACA/QvNUb76ifg8/S220/tn96.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3791966783008529629.post-6024956402439474576</id><published>2008-07-21T20:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T20:51:33.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Years Resolution</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt; &lt;a href="http://zheille.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-years-resolution.html"&gt;The New years resolution&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;   &lt;div class="post-body entry-content"&gt; It’s too late to say this, I know… but let me greet you a happy and prosperous 2008!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every new year eh uso talaga ang new year’s resolution na tinatawag, these are the things that we want to do, change, and avoid this new year which are the effect made by the year before. Kumbaga, ito ang panata natin sa taong haharapin. Others may say “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I’ll be kind na&lt;/span&gt;”, “&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I’ll go diet this year&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I wont be late anymore&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;/span&gt; and etc. but how many of these resolutions ang nasusunod natin hanggang sa matapos ang taon? Malamang after the first month of the year eh nawala na sa isip natin ang mga bagay na ito. Well, am saying this kasi ganyan din ako, for sure kayo rin… &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Ningas cogon&lt;/span&gt; ika nga… we get excited at the first time we do the work but when we get into the middle we suddenly stop… and it’s not good. That’s why I don’t list any resolution every year… coz I believe that if you really want to do, change or avoid something, the command should come from your heart.. and there’s no need to wait for the new year… you just need to have that “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;/span&gt; in you not because you have to attain something or it will be a means to something but because it’s the right thing to do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God showers us blessing all through the year.. ^_^  &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;span class="post-author vcard"&gt; Posted by &lt;span class="fn"&gt;Weng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="post-timestamp"&gt; at &lt;a class="timestamp-link" href="http://zheille.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-years-resolution.html" rel="bookmark" title="permanent link"&gt;&lt;abbr class="published" title="2008-01-10T18:05:00-08:00"&gt;Thursday, January 10, 2008&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="post-comment-link"&gt; &lt;a class="comment-link" href="comment.g?blogID=19015386&amp;amp;postID=5385207741319868306&amp;amp;isPopup=true" onclick="'javascript:window.open(this.href," toolbar="0,location="0,statusbar="1,menubar="0,scrollbars="yes,width="400,height="450"&gt;0 comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3791966783008529629-6024956402439474576?l=la-vita-weng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-vita-weng.blogspot.com/feeds/6024956402439474576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3791966783008529629&amp;postID=6024956402439474576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791966783008529629/posts/default/6024956402439474576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791966783008529629/posts/default/6024956402439474576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-vita-weng.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-years-resolution.html' title='The New Years Resolution'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267713358229432013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FEM01WHAYkA/SKkqpbSIQGI/AAAAAAAAACA/QvNUb76ifg8/S220/tn96.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3791966783008529629.post-7318505982503230704</id><published>2008-07-21T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T20:50:35.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Suckz!</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;i'm ashame of myself while reading this one.. hahaha.. i've been so oa in the past pala..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;a href="http://zheille.blogspot.com/2006/09/life-suckz.html"&gt;life suckz!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;   &lt;div class="post-body entry-content"&gt; i really dont know why there are people who are born to be liars and born to hurt feelings.. i am mad... angry! i wanna cry, cry as loud as i could! i am hurt! but then i don't have the right to feel this way! i wanna shout.. i wanna go wild(punch and kick)! but if i do that, would i be satisfied? would that make me feel better and happy? would that ease the pain i feel? NO, ofcourse! the damage has been done! i was already hurt! but then i believe, what goes around comes around!  &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;span class="post-author vcard"&gt; Posted by &lt;span class="fn"&gt;Weng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="post-timestamp"&gt; at &lt;a class="timestamp-link" href="http://zheille.blogspot.com/2006/09/life-suckz.html" rel="bookmark" title="permanent link"&gt;&lt;abbr class="published" title="2006-09-28T02:44:00-07:00"&gt;Thursday, September 28, 2006&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="post-comment-link"&gt; &lt;a class="comment-link" href="comment.g?blogID=19015386&amp;amp;postID=115943677589214570&amp;amp;isPopup=true" onclick="'javascript:window.open(this.href," toolbar="0,location="0,statusbar="1,menubar="0,scrollbars="yes,width="400,height="450"&gt;0 comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3791966783008529629-7318505982503230704?l=la-vita-weng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-vita-weng.blogspot.com/feeds/7318505982503230704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3791966783008529629&amp;postID=7318505982503230704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791966783008529629/posts/default/7318505982503230704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791966783008529629/posts/default/7318505982503230704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-vita-weng.blogspot.com/2008/07/life-suckz.html' title='Life Suckz!'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267713358229432013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FEM01WHAYkA/SKkqpbSIQGI/AAAAAAAAACA/QvNUb76ifg8/S220/tn96.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3791966783008529629.post-3060043119196827441</id><published>2008-07-21T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T20:46:35.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where are you now?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;This one was just coppied from a text message sent to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;a href="http://zheille.blogspot.com/2005/11/where-ere-u-now.html"&gt;where are u now?!?&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;(still pertaining to my ex)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content"&gt; there were days where i wanted to give up! forget everythin' bout him, the way he made me feel, laugh the way he touches my life and most specially how he made me believe that I HAVE HIM! T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b234/GeminiBaby77/brokenheart.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;span class="post-author vcard"&gt; Posted by &lt;span class="fn"&gt;Weng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="post-timestamp"&gt; at &lt;a class="timestamp-link" href="http://zheille.blogspot.com/2005/11/where-ere-u-now.html" rel="bookmark" title="permanent link"&gt;&lt;abbr class="published" title="2005-11-30T01:18:00-08:00"&gt;Wednesday, November 30, 2005&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="post-comment-link"&gt; &lt;a class="comment-link" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19015386&amp;amp;postID=113334345574499717&amp;amp;isPopup=true" onclick="'javascript:window.open(this.href," toolbar="0,location=" statusbar="1,menubar=" scrollbars="yes,width=" height="450"&gt;0 comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3791966783008529629-3060043119196827441?l=la-vita-weng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-vita-weng.blogspot.com/feeds/3060043119196827441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3791966783008529629&amp;postID=3060043119196827441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791966783008529629/posts/default/3060043119196827441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791966783008529629/posts/default/3060043119196827441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-vita-weng.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-one-was-just-coppied-from-text.html' title='Where are you now?!?'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267713358229432013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FEM01WHAYkA/SKkqpbSIQGI/AAAAAAAAACA/QvNUb76ifg8/S220/tn96.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3791966783008529629.post-6314269126274702649</id><published>2008-07-21T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T20:42:47.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whew love sucks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;This post was made out of my angst to my BoyFriend  during that time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Whew love sucks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div class="post-body entry-content"&gt; damn! i was betrayed... yes i addmit that i don't love him that much but i'm trying to love him and show him that he really means a lot to me, that he's so special to me and that i will do everything for him... but shit! i'm so damn fool! all the while i trusted him but then he betrayed and cheated me! i'm trying to call him up but he doesn't want to answer my calls... just want to make things clear between the two of us but then he refused to tell me, he's ignoring me all the time, he didnt even answer my txts! i really don't know what's happening! if he doesn't love me and like me anymore, why not tell me? its better telling it than showing it! it makes me sick! errrrrrrr!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y142/Giselle_/thth1014977.gif" /&gt; &lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y251/ashline/cute%20icons/tiredofcrying.gif" /&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="post-footer"&gt; &lt;div class="post-footer-line post-footer-line-1"&gt;&lt;span class="post-author vcard"&gt; Posted by &lt;span class="fn"&gt;Weng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="post-timestamp"&gt; at &lt;a class="timestamp-link" href="http://zheille.blogspot.com/2005/11/whew-love-suckz.html" rel="bookmark" title="permanent link"&gt;&lt;abbr class="published" title="2005-11-20T12:30:00-08:00"&gt;Sunday, November 20, 2005&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="post-comment-link"&gt; &lt;a class="comment-link" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19015386&amp;amp;postID=113254757666231124&amp;amp;isPopup=true" onclick="'javascript:window.open(this.href," toolbar="0,location=" statusbar="1,menubar=" scrollbars="yes,width=" height="450"&gt;78 comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="post-icons"&gt; &lt;span class="item-control blog-admin pid-1242070267"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=19015386&amp;amp;postID=113254757666231124" title="Edit Post"&gt; &lt;img alt="" class="icon-action" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/icon18_edit_allbkg.gif" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="post-footer-line post-footer-line-2"&gt;&lt;span class="post-labels"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;h2 class="date-header"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3791966783008529629-6314269126274702649?l=la-vita-weng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-vita-weng.blogspot.com/feeds/6314269126274702649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3791966783008529629&amp;postID=6314269126274702649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791966783008529629/posts/default/6314269126274702649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791966783008529629/posts/default/6314269126274702649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-vita-weng.blogspot.com/2008/07/whew-love-sucks.html' title='Whew love sucks!'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267713358229432013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FEM01WHAYkA/SKkqpbSIQGI/AAAAAAAAACA/QvNUb76ifg8/S220/tn96.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y251/ashline/cute%20icons/th_tiredofcrying.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3791966783008529629.post-4170985355954343991</id><published>2008-07-21T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T20:43:03.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The new blog</title><content type='html'>I decided to make a new blog because i'm planning to apply again to the google adsense after my adsense didability 3 weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i admit i badly needed a money...and adsense is one of the means to answer those needs. however, i blog not because of the money alone. I just love writing and sharing my thoughts and opinions with other people. Thus, i blog to express myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to do it for my original plan is to go back with my old account w/c is not an adsense user, however, during fill-up procedures i made, i put a wrong email add(got so many e-add eh). What happened is that i realized that ihave so many blogger accounts na that i have to terminate the others..and so i plan to delete my oldest account here in the adsense w/c was created in 2005 pa. But i have come up with an idea though..i'll post all the article posted on that old blog as a remembrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping that this blog will catch other bloggers attention as to how my  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://elladeprincesse.blogspot.com/"&gt;La Vita: Aller Là-bas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; captured them. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anways, welcome to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;My Story!&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3791966783008529629-4170985355954343991?l=la-vita-weng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-vita-weng.blogspot.com/feeds/4170985355954343991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3791966783008529629&amp;postID=4170985355954343991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791966783008529629/posts/default/4170985355954343991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3791966783008529629/posts/default/4170985355954343991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-vita-weng.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-blog.html' title='The new blog'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267713358229432013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FEM01WHAYkA/SKkqpbSIQGI/AAAAAAAAACA/QvNUb76ifg8/S220/tn96.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
