<?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-884394328831920347</id><updated>2011-09-19T23:15:36.484+08:00</updated><category term='dreaming'/><category term='Upsilon Phi Sigma'/><category term='make- believe'/><category term='heartbreak'/><title type='text'>My SoLaCe!</title><subtitle type='html'>feel free!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884394328831920347/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cheenee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650538628982559306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SK9q-iCeTsI/AAAAAAAAAIs/3erQbO3g4sM/S220/1_743021209l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>71</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884394328831920347.post-8697757549091700466</id><published>2010-05-31T14:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T14:38:33.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is what i like!</title><content type='html'>a day all by yourself... sitting in a corner, drinking coffee and eating strawberry mousse cake... reminds me of old days when i use to love eating strawberries and drinking coffee in the condo in manila when i was having my summer workshop in Ballet Philippines...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after i graduate i think im going to concentrate on my dancing career... i don't care if my pacing is slow, or that i'm too old for the company, i just want to dance coz it's the only way i can express my inner self to the outside world... i'm not good at writing, drawing, painting, etc. but i know i can still develop the dancer that inside me that was put to sleep when my dad told me i should take nursing... i took nursing alright... but after this, its goodbye injections and hello toeshoes... ahhahahaha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think everybody has the right to fulfill their dreams right? soon, if i feel that this dream is going nowhere coz let's face it, at this age im suppose to be dancing with a company already but instead im stuck in my hometown, studying nursing (still dancing but not that strict training), then maybe i can find a job as a nurse or i can open up my own ballet school/studio and teach kids... i think i'll be good at it... i'm good with kids, so i guess i can do it... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodluck to me and my dreams! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/884394328831920347-8697757549091700466?l=cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com/feeds/8697757549091700466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=884394328831920347&amp;postID=8697757549091700466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884394328831920347/posts/default/8697757549091700466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884394328831920347/posts/default/8697757549091700466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-is-what-i-like.html' title='this is what i like!'/><author><name>Cheenee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650538628982559306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SK9q-iCeTsI/AAAAAAAAAIs/3erQbO3g4sM/S220/1_743021209l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884394328831920347.post-5215746175825123636</id><published>2010-05-28T16:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T16:41:58.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a need for someone to comfort me</title><content type='html'>it's been weeks... i still feel the same.... how can i put all of my feelings in words!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i envy those families that have understanding parents... how i wish i have them also... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the story... ever since i got here it's been so chaotic... sometimes i imagine myself in a beach, walking along the shore all by myself. that's the kind of life i want to have, a calm and peaceful life... or sometimes i wish i can fulfill my dreams without people telling me what to do and what not to do. it's been a battle for me, to try and understand their childishness but sometimes i feel i can't take it anymore. they want this, they want that... don't i get to decide what i want for myself? i've been living 21 years trying to please them,  but i feel whatever i do makes them disappointed with me... it's really really hard trying to please them and at the same time trying to please myself.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's another story... i can't stand watching their dramas anymore! they fight, and cry, and fight, and cry, its just too much for me already! they fight because one of them doesn't have the heart to understand the other, they keep fighting because of pride! one of them is not happy and contented with the little things given to hhim/her. they still ask for more! he/she wants to do everything according to what he/she wants! really! it gets on my nerve to see this situation. situations like this can be avoided by trying to sit and talk, one wants to talk, the other avoids talking, what the fuck is that!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing is the endless nagging and complaining! i tell you... if you live in our house you will need an earphone all day everyday! what's even worse is she acts the opposite when infront of people and tries to narrate stories that would crush us, coz those stories were suppose to be for "close family relatives" those knows us better and would just laugh at our mistakes and won't hold it against us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm venting this all out here coz i realized it's the only place i can be right now and it's the only company i have.  coz my boyfriend at the moment is nowhere to be found... he's just not so into our relationship anymore and that's another chapter of my story... it's so frustrating to have a boyfriend who doesn't act like one... im no two timer, when i fall inlove i really do, this time i guess it's time to let go coz i feel like im the one doing all the work for this relationship to last! i've been trying to understand everything that time came i couldn't understand everybody anymore coz i feel i couldn't even uderstand myself anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's time to get connected with myself again and follow my feelings... its time to listen to my inner self and understand what im going through and maybe from there i can start all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for being here...&lt;br /&gt;i will be seeing you again...&lt;br /&gt;and i'll keep writing my day to day stories...&lt;br /&gt;mwahz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/884394328831920347-5215746175825123636?l=cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com/feeds/5215746175825123636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=884394328831920347&amp;postID=5215746175825123636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884394328831920347/posts/default/5215746175825123636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884394328831920347/posts/default/5215746175825123636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com/2010/05/need-for-someone-to-comfort-me.html' title='a need for someone to comfort me'/><author><name>Cheenee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650538628982559306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SK9q-iCeTsI/AAAAAAAAAIs/3erQbO3g4sM/S220/1_743021209l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884394328831920347.post-523665775877211484</id><published>2010-04-11T12:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T12:15:55.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Acer Aspire One BIOS Recovery</title><content type='html'>The AA1 has a built-in BIOS recovery routine, which makes it possible to flash the BIOS even if the system doesn't boot anymore. It's only meant for emergencies, that's why it's also known as crisis disk mode. Use at your own risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First format an USB flash drive with FAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Download the latest BIOS, extract all files from the zip file, put both FLASHIT.EXE and the BIOS file with FD suffix in the root directory of the drive. The files must not be in a folder. Rename the BIOS file to ZG5IA32.FD, that's important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn the AA1 off, with the USB drive still connected, and make sure both battery and AC adapter are also connected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Press Fn+Esc, keep it pressed and press the power button. Release Fn+Esc after a few seconds, the power button will be blinking. Press the power button once. The AA1 will now initiate the BIOS flash, do not interrupt it under any circumstances. After a while the power button will stop blinking, and the AA1 will reboot shortly after. Wait patiently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The BIOS has been flashed and all settings reset to default.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it doesn't reboot by itself, but the power button still blinks, wait a few minutes before turning it off, and try again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- this saved my laptop! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/884394328831920347-523665775877211484?l=cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com/feeds/523665775877211484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=884394328831920347&amp;postID=523665775877211484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884394328831920347/posts/default/523665775877211484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884394328831920347/posts/default/523665775877211484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com/2010/04/acer-aspire-one-bios-recovery.html' title='Acer Aspire One BIOS Recovery'/><author><name>Cheenee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650538628982559306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SK9q-iCeTsI/AAAAAAAAAIs/3erQbO3g4sM/S220/1_743021209l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884394328831920347.post-3790187367468673350</id><published>2009-11-13T10:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T10:28:51.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>desperate</title><content type='html'>i want to go somewhere today...&lt;br /&gt;somewhere i can find peace...&lt;br /&gt;someplace silent and calm...&lt;br /&gt;i want to go swimming in a pool of roses&lt;br /&gt;i wanna escape the heat of the sun&lt;br /&gt;i wanna smell morning dew when i wake up&lt;br /&gt;i wanna take pictures of great memories&lt;br /&gt;i wanna leave right away and never come back&lt;br /&gt; where is this place? &lt;br /&gt;i don't know yet&lt;br /&gt;can someone please take me there&lt;br /&gt;coz i don't know where it is &lt;br /&gt;but i know it's somewhere out there&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/884394328831920347-3790187367468673350?l=cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com/feeds/3790187367468673350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=884394328831920347&amp;postID=3790187367468673350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884394328831920347/posts/default/3790187367468673350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884394328831920347/posts/default/3790187367468673350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com/2009/11/desperate.html' title='desperate'/><author><name>Cheenee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650538628982559306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SK9q-iCeTsI/AAAAAAAAAIs/3erQbO3g4sM/S220/1_743021209l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884394328831920347.post-2693536069182009327</id><published>2009-09-22T22:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T22:41:04.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>september 22,2009</title><content type='html'>today was the same day as everyday... people envy you just because you know a lot of things! they call you "feeler" just because you can explain and present well in class... they call you "others" coz you know how to convers in English... isn't that pathetic! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some of them wants to pull you down becaus they can't reach your level! the hell i care... if I allow myself to be pulled down and stoop down to their level i guess i'll be as dumb as them... so i won't allow it! you may call me "feeler" "others" etc.etc. I won't mind coz i know i'll benefit from all this later on in life. they'll remaine stupid... lots of "hahahah's" for me... all i need are my true friends, and my special someone's in life... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe i'm actually blogging using my new Laptop! hahahahah weeeeeeeeeee! :) watch out for more blogs soon! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/884394328831920347-2693536069182009327?l=cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com/feeds/2693536069182009327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=884394328831920347&amp;postID=2693536069182009327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884394328831920347/posts/default/2693536069182009327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884394328831920347/posts/default/2693536069182009327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com/2009/09/september-222009.html' title='september 22,2009'/><author><name>Cheenee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650538628982559306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SK9q-iCeTsI/AAAAAAAAAIs/3erQbO3g4sM/S220/1_743021209l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884394328831920347.post-5731959796599247618</id><published>2009-07-12T10:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T11:19:40.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>latest leakage of MJ's Autopsy</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 class="padding-bottom-7" style="font-size: 1.05em; line-height: 1.05em;"&gt; THE horrifying state of pop superstar Michael Jackson in his final days can be  revealed by The Sun today.  &lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p class="article"&gt; Harrowing leaked autopsy details show the singer was a virtual skeleton —  barely eating and with only pills in his stomach at the time he died.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="article"&gt; His hips, thighs and shoulders were riddled with needle wounds —  believed to be the result of injections of narcotic painkillers, given three  times a day for years.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="article"&gt; And a mass of surgery scars were thought to be the legacy of at least &lt;b&gt;13&lt;/b&gt;  cosmetic operations.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="article"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Experts found the distressing evidence of Jacko’s physical decline  while investigating his startling death in Los Angeles last week.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="article"&gt; The examination showed the 5ft 10in star — once famed for his  on-stage athleticism — had:  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="article"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PLUNGED&lt;/b&gt; to a “severely emaciated” 8st 1oz. It is  understood anorexic Jackson had been eating just one meagre meal a day.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="article"&gt; Pathologists found his stomach empty aside from partially-dissolved pills he  took before the painkiller injection which stopped his heart. Samples were  sent for toxicology tests.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="article"&gt;&lt;b&gt;LOST&lt;/b&gt; virtually all his hair. The pop pin-up was wearing a wig when he  died and pathologists said little more than “peach fuzz”  covered his scalp.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="article"&gt; A scarred section of skin above his left ear was entirely bald —  apparently the result of a 1984 accident when his hair caught fire as he  filmed an ad for Pepsi.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="article"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SUFFERED&lt;/b&gt; several broken ribs as frantic rescuers pumped his chest after  he collapsed in cardiac arrest. Four injection sites were found above or  near to Jacko’s heart.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="article"&gt; All appeared to result from attempts to pump adrenaline directly into the  organ in a failed bit to restart it.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="article"&gt; Three of the injections had penetrated the heart wall — causing  damage — but a fourth missed and hit one of the 50-year-old star’s  ribs.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="article"&gt; The autopsy also found unexplained &lt;b&gt;BRUISING&lt;/b&gt; on Jackson’s knees  and on the fronts of both shins. And there were &lt;b&gt;CUTS&lt;/b&gt; on his back,  indicating a recent fall.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="article"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The King of Pop’s once handsome face bore a network of plastic  surgery scars, while the bridge to his nose had vanished and its right side  had partially collapsed.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="article"&gt; As inquiries into the tragedy last night focused on the star’s  personal physician Dr Conrad Murray, a source close to the Jackson entourage  said: “Michael’s family and fans will be horrified when  they realise the appalling state he was in.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="article"&gt; “He was skin and bone, his hair had fallen out and had been eating  nothing but pills when he died. Injection marks all over his body and the  disfigurement caused by years of plastic surgery show he’d been in  terminal decline for years.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="article"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“His doctors and the hangers-on stood by as he self-destructed.  Somebody is going to have to pay.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="article"&gt; Cardiologist Dr Murray was thought to have given Jackson the final injection  of painkiller Demerol.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="article"&gt; He is facing serious questions about his resuscitation attempts, which began  when he started CPR as Jacko lay unconscious on a bed. 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But in an ironic twist, the probe  found Jacko was recovering well from skin cancer — with an op to  shave cells from his chest a total success.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="article"&gt; A second autopsy demanded by the Jackson family was carried out at a secret  location on Saturday after the first ruled out foul play.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="article"&gt; Family friend Rev Jesse Jackson said the family were deeply suspicious about  what caused his death.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="article"&gt; Dr Murray was hired just 11 days ago by AEG Live — the firm  masterminding Jacko’s 50-date residency at London’s O2  Arena, which was due to start next month.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="article"&gt; Sources claimed the family were preparing a multi-million-dollar lawsuit  against the cardiologist.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="article"&gt; Detectives were unable to find the doctor at Jackson’s home and his  car was taken away for analysis as police sought him for questioning. He  surfaced late on Friday and was quizzed over the weekend.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="article"&gt; The Sun told on Saturday how Jacko had developed stage fright for the first  time and was terrified of performing the comeback gigs.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="article"&gt; Aides claimed the ailing star even believed he would be &lt;b&gt;KILLED&lt;/b&gt; if he  pulled out on health grounds. We also revealed he was taking a potentially  toxic cocktail of drugs.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="article"&gt; Sources last night said prescriptions for drugs for patients other than Jacko  were found at his home. Those patients were due to be quizzed.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/884394328831920347-5731959796599247618?l=cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com/feeds/5731959796599247618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=884394328831920347&amp;postID=5731959796599247618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884394328831920347/posts/default/5731959796599247618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884394328831920347/posts/default/5731959796599247618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com/2009/07/latest-leakage-of-mjs-autopsy.html' title='latest leakage of MJ&apos;s Autopsy'/><author><name>Cheenee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650538628982559306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SK9q-iCeTsI/AAAAAAAAAIs/3erQbO3g4sM/S220/1_743021209l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884394328831920347.post-6124510286942325759</id><published>2009-04-09T17:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T17:57:19.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>confused mind speaks again!</title><content type='html'>sometimes i wonder, do i really want to be with him?&lt;br /&gt;does he love me because we have something in common?&lt;br /&gt;or he loves me because he has to and that he's getting old and needs someone already?&lt;br /&gt;is he just being a gentle man and sticking up to his words "i love you" but the truth is he doesn't really mean it but he doesn't want me to get hurt?&lt;br /&gt;all this questions are just a bunch of questions not bothering to be answered....&lt;br /&gt;questions i keep asking myself but i don't really know why i'm asking them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm inlove, he's a great guy, smart, lovable, huggable, funny, great sence of humor, but, he's not at all romantic (i think) well he thinks about my welfare and all but then when it comes to being romantic, i have to say he is failing!&lt;br /&gt;how can i teach him? everytime i feel i needed reminding that somebody loves me, someone "special", he's never there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anybody having this situation? join the club!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/884394328831920347-6124510286942325759?l=cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SdnHYjuwrrI/AAAAAAAAANk/QaQe39b0PlE/s1600-h/IMGP0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SdnHYjuwrrI/AAAAAAAAANk/QaQe39b0PlE/s320/IMGP0007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321503659437108914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was fun! we woke up 6 am, on the road by 830 am, arrived in Lakawon around quarter to 10, Jesse went there with the speedboat together with captain joey (also a pilot) with his wife annie, and maxine (their daughter)... it was soooo fun! jesse and joey went skiing, my cousins went banana boat riding, my dad went snorcling, my aunt and uncle went swimming, my brother and lolo slept, my mom studied her reviewer for NCLEX, all in all it was a day to relax! mommy, (though she was studying) felt relaxed also because of the ambiance, we had fun and didn't want that day to end, but it had to, jesse, joey and his family had to go back to manila and work, everybody went back to bacolod... but it was a moment worth remembering! hehehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/884394328831920347-4068810713015238427?l=cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com/feeds/4068810713015238427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=884394328831920347&amp;postID=4068810713015238427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884394328831920347/posts/default/4068810713015238427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884394328831920347/posts/default/4068810713015238427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I don't wanna run away but I can't take it, I don't understand&lt;br /&gt;If I'm not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am&lt;br /&gt;Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I miss you, body and soul so strong that it takes my breath away&lt;br /&gt;And I breathe you into my heart and pray for the strength to stand today&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I love you, whether it's wrong or right&lt;br /&gt;And though I can't be with you tonight&lt;br /&gt;You know my heart is by your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;****************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Dying inside 'cause I can't stand it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; Make or break up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; Can't take this madness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; We don't even really know why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; All I know is baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; I try and try so hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; To keep our love alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Baby, I stay in love with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; And I keep on telling myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; That you'll come back around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; And I try to front like "Oh well"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; Each time you let me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; See I can't get over you now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; No matter what I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; But baby, baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; I stay in love with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;*********************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;This is my last dance with you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;  This is my only chance to do all I can do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;  To let you know that what I feel for you is real &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;So hold me close cause it feels so right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;  This is my last chance to make it mine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;  Make this dream reality &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;  So close and yet so far &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;  Gotta find a way into your heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;  Gotta speak my mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;  Gotta open up to you this time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;  I can't let you slip away tonight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;  This is my last dance with you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/884394328831920347-5244409877180821184?l=cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com/feeds/5244409877180821184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=884394328831920347&amp;postID=5244409877180821184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884394328831920347/posts/default/5244409877180821184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884394328831920347/posts/default/5244409877180821184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com/2009/02/exerpts-from-lyrics-of-songs-i-can.html' title='excerpts from the lyrics of the songs i can relate to right now!'/><author><name>Cheenee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650538628982559306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SK9q-iCeTsI/AAAAAAAAAIs/3erQbO3g4sM/S220/1_743021209l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884394328831920347.post-281965528373364105</id><published>2009-02-06T09:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T09:49:28.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love you i really do!</title><content type='html'>sometimes i just can't express myself because i'm scared to fall again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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do!'/><author><name>Cheenee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650538628982559306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SK9q-iCeTsI/AAAAAAAAAIs/3erQbO3g4sM/S220/1_743021209l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884394328831920347.post-780001936149378113</id><published>2009-02-04T10:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T11:27:52.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i guess this is LOVE</title><content type='html'>before you went home i already tried to condition my self and told myself that you're here because of business matters but i could not stop my self from hoping that even just for a moment you could stop everything and concentrate your thoughts on me. i know this business is important and i'm doing the best i can to adjust and listen to your problems. i'm trying so hard but sometimes i feel like vomiting over this issues! i just wish we could put them aside everytime we get to see/ spend time together. i'm just so DAMN tired of listening to it! you talk about it with your family, with friends, with me, and sometimes i tend to absorb the negative side of it and it just ruins our moment.  we only get to see each other once, twice or thrice a month and all you ever talk about is business business business! i'm sick and tired of all this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i took you to the airport yesterday i never said a word that's because i wanted you to notice me being quiet, but i failed, obviously you didn't. when you kissed me goodbye i was waiting for you to say you love me but again you didn't, this past few days i feel like i'm the only one doing all the efforts. you know what's funny? depspite all these, i don't think i have the guts to leave you because i know i could get hurt and i won't be able to stand the pain, i can't and i won't leave you. i just want you to notice what i'm doing coz i don't think you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;know it's all out of my system! thanks to this blogsite, i've said everything i wanted to say... i don't care if some of you, reading this blog, thinks i'm stupid for staying, i don't really care!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/884394328831920347-780001936149378113?l=cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com/feeds/780001936149378113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=884394328831920347&amp;postID=780001936149378113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884394328831920347/posts/default/780001936149378113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884394328831920347/posts/default/780001936149378113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-guess-this-is-love.html' title='i guess this is LOVE'/><author><name>Cheenee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650538628982559306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SK9q-iCeTsI/AAAAAAAAAIs/3erQbO3g4sM/S220/1_743021209l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884394328831920347.post-5420732036047675467</id><published>2009-01-23T10:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T10:10:59.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this morning!</title><content type='html'>woke up this morning feeling down...&lt;br /&gt;it's another one of those mornings&lt;br /&gt;when you don't understand yourself&lt;br /&gt;hormones changing?&lt;br /&gt;i don't know!&lt;br /&gt;relationship fading?&lt;br /&gt;i don't think so!&lt;br /&gt;ballet rehearsals?&lt;br /&gt;they're doing fine!&lt;br /&gt;career priority?&lt;br /&gt;it will come in due time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see! no problems here...&lt;br /&gt;everything's doing ok!&lt;br /&gt;but why the DOWN feeling?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's just because this freakin' coffee maker's not working!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/884394328831920347-5420732036047675467?l=cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com/feeds/5420732036047675467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=884394328831920347&amp;postID=5420732036047675467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884394328831920347/posts/default/5420732036047675467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884394328831920347/posts/default/5420732036047675467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-morning.html' title='this morning!'/><author><name>Cheenee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650538628982559306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SK9q-iCeTsI/AAAAAAAAAIs/3erQbO3g4sM/S220/1_743021209l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884394328831920347.post-5140405408747155915</id><published>2009-01-17T21:03:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T21:35:20.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whats the latest?</title><content type='html'>it has been over a year since i last posted on this blog site! hehhehehe&lt;br /&gt;d naman! hheeheh my last post was 2008, now it's 2009! wooopeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway! i don't know where to start... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my new year was a little bit special, it wasn't that i spent it with jesse, that's the sad part coz he had to fly out of the country for Christmas eve and new years eve! huhuhuh BUT! i still felt that those days were special aside from the fact that i spent it with my family, Jesse and I were able to talk using skype!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some pictures we had when Jesse went home before Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SXHblkMb0BI/AAAAAAAAALc/LpCCLQNREKI/s1600-h/1_696632083l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SXHblkMb0BI/AAAAAAAAALc/LpCCLQNREKI/s200/1_696632083l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292252475554517010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the gang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SXHb7_cqBVI/AAAAAAAAALk/9Gr6H-JQIsQ/s1600-h/1_431615035l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SXHb7_cqBVI/AAAAAAAAALk/9Gr6H-JQIsQ/s320/1_431615035l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292252860827436370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SXHcQPZ5eqI/AAAAAAAAALs/ZTVIj8Whuzo/s1600-h/1_730444757l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SXHcQPZ5eqI/AAAAAAAAALs/ZTVIj8Whuzo/s320/1_730444757l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292253208708217506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me and jesse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SXHdxHaDYXI/AAAAAAAAAMM/WnkpDcbmYJw/s1600-h/tres+marias.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SXHdxHaDYXI/AAAAAAAAAMM/WnkpDcbmYJw/s320/tres+marias.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292254873008693618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SXHeD6u5GMI/AAAAAAAAAMU/deVHIjK70Vk/s1600-h/mini-DSC-9166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SXHeD6u5GMI/AAAAAAAAAMU/deVHIjK70Vk/s320/mini-DSC-9166.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292255196023953602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our reunion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SXHcj5sZiCI/AAAAAAAAAL0/oDn-c6dumFU/s1600-h/mini-DSC-9208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SXHcj5sZiCI/AAAAAAAAAL0/oDn-c6dumFU/s320/mini-DSC-9208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292253546477619234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SXHdMxyKobI/AAAAAAAAAL8/kyNXxFKWAng/s1600-h/mini-DSC-9168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SXHdMxyKobI/AAAAAAAAAL8/kyNXxFKWAng/s320/mini-DSC-9168.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292254248728961458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;check out my friendster album "bacolod" for more pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/884394328831920347-5140405408747155915?l=cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com/feeds/5140405408747155915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=884394328831920347&amp;postID=5140405408747155915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884394328831920347/posts/default/5140405408747155915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884394328831920347/posts/default/5140405408747155915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com/2009/01/whats-latest.html' title='whats the latest?'/><author><name>Cheenee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650538628982559306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SK9q-iCeTsI/AAAAAAAAAIs/3erQbO3g4sM/S220/1_743021209l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SXHblkMb0BI/AAAAAAAAALc/LpCCLQNREKI/s72-c/1_696632083l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884394328831920347.post-2026593383878871204</id><published>2008-12-05T09:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T09:27:05.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>is it true!</title><content type='html'>i don't know if your just making this up or if it's TRUE!&lt;br /&gt;i hope and pray that this time it's true&lt;br /&gt;i can't take anymore lies like those in the past!&lt;div 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true!'/><author><name>Cheenee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650538628982559306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SK9q-iCeTsI/AAAAAAAAAIs/3erQbO3g4sM/S220/1_743021209l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884394328831920347.post-422967019298261221</id><published>2008-11-24T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T22:05:24.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if i were a boy!!!!</title><content type='html'>i heard this song over the radio one time and i just can't stop singing it!!!&lt;br /&gt;i guess i can relate to every word found in the lyrics! here goes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a boy&lt;br /&gt;Even just for a day&lt;br /&gt;I’d roll out of bed in the morning&lt;br /&gt;And throw on what I wanted and go&lt;br /&gt;Drink beer with the guys&lt;br /&gt;And chase after girls&lt;br /&gt;I’d kick it with who I wanted&lt;br /&gt;And I’d never get confronted for it&lt;br /&gt;Because they’d stick up for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a boy&lt;br /&gt;I think I could understand&lt;br /&gt;How it feels to love a girl&lt;br /&gt;I swear I’d be a better man&lt;br /&gt;I’d listen to her&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know how it hurts&lt;br /&gt;When you lose the one you wanted&lt;br /&gt;Cause he’s taken you for granted&lt;br /&gt;And everything you had got destroyed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a boy&lt;br /&gt;I would turn off my phone&lt;br /&gt;Tell everyone its broken&lt;br /&gt;So they think&lt;br /&gt;that I was sleeping alone&lt;br /&gt;I’d put myself first&lt;br /&gt;And make the rules as I go&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know that she’d be faithful&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for me to come home (to come home)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a boy&lt;br /&gt;I think I could understand&lt;br /&gt;How it feels to love a girl&lt;br /&gt;I swear I’d be a better man&lt;br /&gt;I’d listen to her&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know how it hurts&lt;br /&gt;When you lose the one you wanted (wanted)&lt;br /&gt;Cause he’s taken you for granted (granted)&lt;br /&gt;And everything you had got destroyed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a little too late for you to come back&lt;br /&gt;Say its just a mistake&lt;br /&gt;Think I forgive you like that&lt;br /&gt;If you thought I would wait for you&lt;br /&gt;You thought wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you're just a boy&lt;br /&gt;You don’t understand (yea you don’t understand)&lt;br /&gt;How it feels to love a girl&lt;br /&gt;Someday you’ll wish you were a better man&lt;br /&gt;You don’t listen to her&lt;br /&gt;You don’t care how it hurts&lt;br /&gt;Until you lose the one you wanted&lt;br /&gt;Cause you've taken her for granted&lt;br /&gt;And everything you had got destroyed&lt;br /&gt;But you're just a boy…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SK9q-iCeTsI/AAAAAAAAAIs/3erQbO3g4sM/S220/1_743021209l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884394328831920347.post-5449614777647208789</id><published>2008-11-07T22:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T22:50:14.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp;^@&amp;$%#$</title><content type='html'>how long will it go on like this!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; *bow*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/884394328831920347-5449614777647208789?l=cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com/feeds/5449614777647208789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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less than a week another semester will start, another set of migraines, sleepless nights,&lt;br /&gt;cramming days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's time to say goodbye to Sembreak and say hello to 2nd Sem.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless to all the students out there!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/884394328831920347-4430104968045291621?l=cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com/feeds/4430104968045291621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=884394328831920347&amp;postID=4430104968045291621' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884394328831920347/posts/default/4430104968045291621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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satisfied with everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm happy and i don't know why&lt;br /&gt;i'm sad i don't know what's wrong&lt;br /&gt;i'm scared i don't know what i'm scared of&lt;br /&gt;i'm angry i don't know to what extent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like something's wrong with this whole set up&lt;br /&gt;i just can't seem to find "that"!&lt;br /&gt;my instinct's killing me!&lt;br /&gt;it's starting to work again!&lt;br /&gt;i'm scared coz  every time it works it's 95% right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someday i'll find truth to all this lies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/884394328831920347-5506568756250628772?l=cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com/feeds/5506568756250628772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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verdana;"&gt;- i had Ballet classes from 5:30 pm to 8:30 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- we went out with some nurses, "Night out"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- went home around 12 MN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Saturday October 18, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Slept the whole morning!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- stayed in the house the whole afternoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- went out around 8:30 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- went to Sorrento and partied the whole night till 4 am!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- went home "DRUNK!" around 4 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sunday October 19, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- slept the whole morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- got acidic from drinking that night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- hang over!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- stayed home whole afternoon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- went to SM carpark and watched the Drumbeat Competition around 8:30 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Fireworks display!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- closing party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- went home around 3 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Monday October 20,2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-woke up early coz Jesse arrived from manila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- we went to get the new puppy "IVA"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- we went to Bob's Restaurant for lunch (met up with some of my friends from Ballet Philippines who went to Bacolod for the Maskara festival)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-rest the whole afternoon, ate ice cream, went around Bacolod... blablabla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- i had ballet classes from 5:30-8:00 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- dinner date with Jesse... hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- went to Calea for dessert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- went home around 11:30 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Tuesday October 21,2008 "MY BIRTHDAY!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-slept the whole morning coz Jesse went to the farm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-had lunch with the family and friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-spent my whole afternoon with Jesse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- had my ballet classes from 5:00-9:30 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- went home and found out somebody stole Pixie! huhuhuh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;GIFTS GIFTS GIFTS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;* my mom bought me the sandals i was dying to have!!! thanks momyyy!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*Jesse gave his unexpected gift!!! ipod classic 120 GB! now i can listen to music or watch my favorite movies wherever i go incase i get bored!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SP65HUIvuGI/AAAAAAAAAK8/3IUWa-U-Ey8/s1600-h/pm_apple_ipod_classic_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 228px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SP65HUIvuGI/AAAAAAAAAK8/3IUWa-U-Ey8/s320/pm_apple_ipod_classic_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259844950130931810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;couldn't stop enjoying until the night of my birthday when i found out my dog's missing coz some heartless kid stole her! i guess sometimes after all those raging emotions of happiness, being extatic, and being on cloud nine, the Lord has his own way of calming you down and bringing you back to reality... i miss PIXIE! i miss my naughty and wise puppy! the puppy who made me laugh all the time, who's always ready to greet me with a bark and a lick everytime i arrive... the house is a little quiet now that she's no longer around... i just hope whoever that kid was, he'll take care of her the way i took care of pixie... :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/884394328831920347-544405883424285289?l=cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com/feeds/544405883424285289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=884394328831920347&amp;postID=544405883424285289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884394328831920347/posts/default/544405883424285289'/><link rel='self' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884394328831920347.post-7251933775457783760</id><published>2008-10-17T14:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T14:28:49.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new baby!!!</title><content type='html'>it's been a long time since my last post... for the past few days i couldn't even just caress the keyboard coz my mom's using it for her NCLEX review!&lt;br /&gt;thank God now i can have my turn with the computer! yahoooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what have i been doing for the past days... hmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sem.break's here, boring long days! i wish classes will start early for 2nd sem.!&lt;br /&gt;i miss being busy! i miss waking up early in the morning and prepare myself for a 7:00 am class....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm now reading the 4th book of Stephanie Meyer "BREAKING DAWN"&lt;br /&gt;imagine how boring long days can turn a "use to be" book hater into a "Book worm"! i can't stop reading books! hahaha my mom thinks it's good, i think it's creepy! hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last Wednesday Jesse bought this cute dalmatian pup,something we can take care together! hahahah we named her Iva! here's some of her pictures! :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SPgwImRZlQI/AAAAAAAAAK0/8owVw9AxraA/s1600-h/Image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SPgwImRZlQI/AAAAAAAAAK0/8owVw9AxraA/s320/Image010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258005489225667842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SPgv3_8AK7I/AAAAAAAAAKs/9aqeAzpAA2U/s1600-h/Image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SPgv3_8AK7I/AAAAAAAAAKs/9aqeAzpAA2U/s320/Image005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258005204057467826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she lookes like a panda! hehehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/884394328831920347-7251933775457783760?l=cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com/feeds/7251933775457783760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=884394328831920347&amp;postID=7251933775457783760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884394328831920347/posts/default/7251933775457783760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>*The best ways to avoid a hangover is to avoid too much alcohol! however, that is little consolation if you are suffering the agonies of a banging head, parched throat, and the constant threat of being sick. if you know you have drunk too much, you can prevent a hangover by drinking at least 5 cups of water before going to bed. this will help to flush out some of the toxins. Softdrinks can also help your throbbing head because they alkalize that acid in the stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REMEDIES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* for some reason, eggs have always been a big feature of hangover cures across all cultures. and, in fact, eggs do contain a certain chemical now known to neutralize the effects of alcohol, so it seems that the old eggnog remedy or fried eggs the morning after may work well after all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*for an upset stomach or nausea, try grating some fresh ginger root into a mug of boiling water and sipping it slowly. drinking ginger tea will also soothe your stomach, and it tastes delicious, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*replenish your lost vitamin C with a glass of fresh orange juice and add a teaspoon of lime juice or a dash of cumin powder to really get you back in gear. Drinking a cup of thyme tea will ease your headache and queasy stomach, more effectively and safely than many over-the-counter pain relievers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Peel a whole head of garlic and put it in a pan with 1 1/2 cups of red wine. bring to a boil and simmer for 20 minutes. Strain and drink slowly. It is the tannins, not the alcohol, that helps to cure your banging head!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/884394328831920347-4510475062408572589?l=cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com/feeds/4510475062408572589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=884394328831920347&amp;postID=4510475062408572589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884394328831920347/posts/default/4510475062408572589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884394328831920347/posts/default/4510475062408572589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com/2008/10/treatment-for-hangovers.html' title='treatment for HANGOVERS!'/><author><name>Cheenee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650538628982559306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SK9q-iCeTsI/AAAAAAAAAIs/3erQbO3g4sM/S220/1_743021209l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884394328831920347.post-5851189882356840582</id><published>2008-09-19T13:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T13:17:36.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>september 17,2008</title><content type='html'>finally! i was able to introduce Jesse to my parents!&lt;br /&gt;of all the guys i had dated and had relationships with before he's the first guy i&lt;br /&gt;introduced as "someone special" to me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna talk about his age though! hahaha i think,&lt;br /&gt;he's 14 years older than me, or even more! hahahahah&lt;br /&gt;ok lang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after introducing him to my parents we went out for dinner&lt;br /&gt;with his parents! SEPT. 17, 2008- meet the parents day! hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;i also met some of his cousins and relatives...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/884394328831920347-5851189882356840582?l=cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com/feeds/5851189882356840582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=884394328831920347&amp;postID=5851189882356840582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884394328831920347/posts/default/5851189882356840582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884394328831920347/posts/default/5851189882356840582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com/2008/09/september-172008.html' title='september 17,2008'/><author><name>Cheenee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650538628982559306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SK9q-iCeTsI/AAAAAAAAAIs/3erQbO3g4sM/S220/1_743021209l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884394328831920347.post-8563233726718478651</id><published>2008-09-05T20:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T21:05:42.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one f those days</title><content type='html'>it's another one of those days when you just want to curl up on the sofa&lt;br /&gt;or your bed and stay there till you think everything is already clear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's another one of those days when you feel your heart pump and pump&lt;br /&gt;faster and faster and you tears starts falling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's another one of those days when you want to throw anything that is in your way&lt;br /&gt;cause you felt you fell into his or her trap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but despite those raging emotions you just can't wait to have another one of those&lt;br /&gt;days were you can just smile and laugh at it, coz you made the right choice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it'll be one of those days when you get to feel you made the right choice of letting go&lt;br /&gt;coz it was the best thing to do, rather than stay and pretend you love him/her when&lt;br /&gt;in fact you never did feel the feeling of love when you were together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon, it'll be one of those days when you will be able to let go and move on with your life... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/884394328831920347-8563233726718478651?l=cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com/feeds/8563233726718478651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=884394328831920347&amp;postID=8563233726718478651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884394328831920347/posts/default/8563233726718478651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884394328831920347/posts/default/8563233726718478651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com/2008/09/one-f-those-days.html' title='one f those days'/><author><name>Cheenee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650538628982559306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SK9q-iCeTsI/AAAAAAAAAIs/3erQbO3g4sM/S220/1_743021209l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884394328831920347.post-2019498436190466653</id><published>2008-08-27T09:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T09:37:39.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>remedies for sunburn!</title><content type='html'>For instant relief from sunburn, dab on a little&lt;br /&gt;lemon juice or soak a flannel in cold tea and place it over the affected area.&lt;br /&gt;for the kind of all-over sunburn that keeps you awake at night,&lt;br /&gt;try adding two tablespoons of baking soda to a cool bath&lt;br /&gt;and immerse your whole body in the water.&lt;br /&gt;You can also mash the pulp of a ripe avocado and smooth&lt;br /&gt;over the sunburnt area for a soothing effect.&lt;br /&gt;Bathe your face in buttermilk or grate up some potatoes&lt;br /&gt;and apply to the sunburned area.&lt;br /&gt; The starch will cool and soothe the burn.&lt;br /&gt;Use cold peppermint tea as a mild wash to ease the stinging.&lt;br /&gt;Or you can try dissolving Epsom salts or baking soda in cold&lt;br /&gt;water and draping a cloth soaked in the solution over the affected area.&lt;br /&gt;Milk or magnesia has been successfully used to treat sunburn,&lt;br /&gt;and mud or clay can ease the stinging pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/884394328831920347-2019498436190466653?l=cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com/feeds/2019498436190466653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=884394328831920347&amp;postID=2019498436190466653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884394328831920347/posts/default/2019498436190466653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884394328831920347/posts/default/2019498436190466653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com/2008/08/remedies-for-sunburn.html' title='remedies for sunburn!'/><author><name>Cheenee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650538628982559306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SK9q-iCeTsI/AAAAAAAAAIs/3erQbO3g4sM/S220/1_743021209l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884394328831920347.post-1444939831273853421</id><published>2008-08-23T09:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T09:57:33.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>confusion!</title><content type='html'>a sensation of gloominess&lt;br /&gt;creeps inside me&lt;br /&gt;as i awaken from a deep slumber&lt;br /&gt;no message, no message, no message!&lt;br /&gt;why didn't he? why hasn't he? where is he?&lt;br /&gt;somethings amiss...&lt;br /&gt;somethings not right (dot) (dot) (dot)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/884394328831920347-1444939831273853421?l=cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com/feeds/1444939831273853421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=884394328831920347&amp;postID=1444939831273853421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884394328831920347/posts/default/1444939831273853421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884394328831920347/posts/default/1444939831273853421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com/2008/08/confusion.html' title='confusion!'/><author><name>Cheenee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650538628982559306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SK9q-iCeTsI/AAAAAAAAAIs/3erQbO3g4sM/S220/1_743021209l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884394328831920347.post-8060229238892476825</id><published>2008-08-21T14:23:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T14:28:30.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lakawon trip!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SK0K74S8YbI/AAAAAAAAAIk/smQG2NTiABI/s1600-h/1_991627897l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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when the jeep arrived, not minding my heels, i rushed up then BAM! na "ungad" ako! infront of a lot of riverside students! that was only the first blooper! the next blooper was when i got down of the jeep, i missed one step then BAM! na "ungad" nanaman! good thing my classmate was in front of me so i did not fall directly forward! next, after i reached the classroom i just realized that our teacher announced "NO CLASS ON THURSDAY!" i came all the way to school for nothing! shit! i was even rushing! na ungad pa ako 2 times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my next class was 10 am i still had 2 hours, i didn't know what to do so i went to the library and opened my friendster after 15 min. i went out to eat then my classmate texted me that our teacher was going to give a 20 points test @ 9:00 i had no idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunch time came, @ the foodcourt... i went to buy my lunch, i had nilaga, and porkchop. good thing i was able to put it on the table right away coz when i sat down the chair slid of my butt then BAM! na "ungad" nanaman ako! good thing we sat at the back corner of the food court so no one noticed me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after lunch i went home right away coz i felt a very creepy feeling. a feeling like someone's making fun of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went home and slept the whole afternoon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/884394328831920347-1517193642708570805?l=cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com/feeds/1517193642708570805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=884394328831920347&amp;postID=1517193642708570805' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884394328831920347/posts/default/1517193642708570805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884394328831920347/posts/default/1517193642708570805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com/2008/08/funny-and-wierd-day.html' title='funny and wierd day!'/><author><name>Cheenee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650538628982559306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SK9q-iCeTsI/AAAAAAAAAIs/3erQbO3g4sM/S220/1_743021209l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884394328831920347.post-8019127850213799028</id><published>2008-08-14T08:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T08:42:57.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>busy! busy! busy!</title><content type='html'>it's been a while since my last post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been very busy with a lot of things...&lt;br /&gt;1. rehearsals for our CATS  show in S&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ilay&lt;/span&gt; this December.&lt;br /&gt;2. make choreograpy for the CATS show&lt;br /&gt;3. rehearsals for our modern ballet competition this coming August 29,2008&lt;br /&gt;4. study my lessons (Nursing life, living it, loving it!)&lt;br /&gt;5. teaching ballet (have to make a sort of "lesson plan" for next class)&lt;br /&gt;6. still have classes in the morning till afternoon from 7 am to 5 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm happy i can balance everything right now!&lt;br /&gt;that is why i still have time to relax, unwind and date someone! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;i'm loving every day God is giving me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/884394328831920347-8019127850213799028?l=cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com/feeds/8019127850213799028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=884394328831920347&amp;postID=8019127850213799028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884394328831920347/posts/default/8019127850213799028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884394328831920347/posts/default/8019127850213799028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com/2008/08/busy-busy-busy.html' title='busy! busy! busy!'/><author><name>Cheenee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650538628982559306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SK9q-iCeTsI/AAAAAAAAAIs/3erQbO3g4sM/S220/1_743021209l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884394328831920347.post-5076719940918764179</id><published>2008-08-10T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T18:29:26.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how do i love thee? let me count the ways... Elizabeth Browning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Monaco;"&gt;How do I love thee? Let me count  the ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Monaco;"&gt;I love thee to the depth and  breadth and height&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Monaco;"&gt;My soul can reach, when feeling  out of sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Monaco;"&gt;For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Monaco;"&gt;I love thee to the level of everyday's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Monaco;"&gt;Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Monaco;"&gt;I love thee freely, as men strive  for Right;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Monaco;"&gt;I love thee purely, as they turn  from Praise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Monaco;"&gt;I love thee with a passion put to use&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Monaco;"&gt;In my old griefs, and with my  childhood's faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Monaco;"&gt;I love thee with a love I seemed  to lose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Monaco;"&gt;With my lost saints, --- I  love thee with the breath,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Monaco;"&gt;Smiles, tears, of all my life!  --- and, if God choose,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Monaco;"&gt;I shall but love thee better  after death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/884394328831920347-5076719940918764179?l=cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com/feeds/5076719940918764179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=884394328831920347&amp;postID=5076719940918764179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884394328831920347/posts/default/5076719940918764179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884394328831920347/posts/default/5076719940918764179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com/2008/08/how-do-i-love-thee-let-me-count-ways.html' title='how do i love thee? let me count the ways... Elizabeth Browning'/><author><name>Cheenee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650538628982559306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SK9q-iCeTsI/AAAAAAAAAIs/3erQbO3g4sM/S220/1_743021209l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884394328831920347.post-5816203842194994250</id><published>2008-07-28T09:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T09:11:44.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>great morning!</title><content type='html'>you ever get the feeling of waking up feeling fresh and ready to start a new day?&lt;br /&gt;i just did!&lt;br /&gt;the feeling of wanting to smile the whole day without any reason at all!&lt;br /&gt;the feeling of being inspired to do work, to dance, to study&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got up early this morning coz my puppy got hungry&lt;br /&gt;but before that i read this inspiring message from a friend&lt;br /&gt;and it made my day!&lt;br /&gt;i would usually wake up around 10 am then go back to bed 5 min. later&lt;br /&gt;but this morning i woke up around 7 am fixed the bed,&lt;br /&gt;took pixie out, fed her, played with her then she went back to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for me, i took a bath and ate breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;It's really nice to start a new day fresh and happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great morning everybody!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/884394328831920347-5816203842194994250?l=cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com/feeds/5816203842194994250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=884394328831920347&amp;postID=5816203842194994250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884394328831920347/posts/default/5816203842194994250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884394328831920347/posts/default/5816203842194994250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com/2008/07/great-morning.html' title='great morning!'/><author><name>Cheenee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650538628982559306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SK9q-iCeTsI/AAAAAAAAAIs/3erQbO3g4sM/S220/1_743021209l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884394328831920347.post-8707543282537078700</id><published>2008-07-27T22:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T22:58:23.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm inlove with my new baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SIyMs5XtfoI/AAAAAAAAAHc/birH82Ehq7Y/s1600-h/white2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SIyMs5XtfoI/AAAAAAAAAHc/birH82Ehq7Y/s320/white2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227707970412707458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad gave me this cute white Labrador puppy...&lt;br /&gt;her name's pixie!&lt;br /&gt;i fell in love with her the moment i saw her...&lt;br /&gt;she's so cute and adorable!&lt;br /&gt;all she does is sleep, eat, sleep again, eat, poop, eat again then sleep... hahaha&lt;br /&gt;finally i have someone to spoil and spend my money on! haha&lt;br /&gt;i love you pixie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SIu5ec4KseI/AAAAAAAAAG0/CRBn3zg7TeI/s200/dark.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227475725292581346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve known you for so long&lt;br /&gt;You are a friend of mine&lt;br /&gt;But is this all we’d ever be?&lt;br /&gt;I’ve loved you ever since&lt;br /&gt;You are a friend of mine&lt;br /&gt;And babe is this all we ever could be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain:&lt;br /&gt;You tell me things I’ve never known&lt;br /&gt;I shown you love you’ve never shown&lt;br /&gt;But then again, when you cry&lt;br /&gt;I’m always at your side&lt;br /&gt;You tell me ’bout the love you’ve had&lt;br /&gt;I listen very eagerly&lt;br /&gt;But deep inside you’ll never see&lt;br /&gt;This feeling of emptiness&lt;br /&gt;It makes me feel sad&lt;br /&gt;But then again I’m glad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve known you all my life&lt;br /&gt;You are a friend of mine&lt;br /&gt;I know this is how it’s gonna be&lt;br /&gt;I’ve loved you then and I love you still&lt;br /&gt;You’re a friend of mine&lt;br /&gt;Now, I know friends are all we ever could be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tell me things I’ve never known&lt;br /&gt;I shown you love you’ve never shown&lt;br /&gt;But then again, when you cry&lt;br /&gt;I’m always at your side&lt;br /&gt;You tell me ’bout the love you’ve had&lt;br /&gt;I listen very eagerly&lt;br /&gt;But deep inside you’ll never see&lt;br /&gt;This feeling of emptiness&lt;br /&gt;It makes me feel sad&lt;br /&gt;But then again&lt;br /&gt;Then again&lt;br /&gt;Then again I’m glad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/884394328831920347-2268292140138900546?l=cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SK9q-iCeTsI/AAAAAAAAAIs/3erQbO3g4sM/S220/1_743021209l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SIu5ec4KseI/AAAAAAAAAG0/CRBn3zg7TeI/s72-c/dark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884394328831920347.post-1527248722878158442</id><published>2008-07-24T23:46:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T23:52:00.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a night with my kahayag family!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SIilEiOmSWI/AAAAAAAAAGk/-qdgC1diRjU/s1600-h/1_603664936l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SIilEiOmSWI/AAAAAAAAAGk/-qdgC1diRjU/s400/1_603664936l.jpg" alt="" 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884394328831920347.post-7100565092834960400</id><published>2008-07-14T22:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T22:07:17.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GUD NIGHT FRIENDS!</title><content type='html'>i love my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i love how they laugh at me whenever i crack stupid jokes.&lt;br /&gt;i love how they laugh with me whenever i feel high.&lt;br /&gt;i love how they get angry whenever i forget my responsibilities.&lt;br /&gt;i love how they put my heart back together after it was torn apart by some stupid ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, i love how they seem to make the world euphoric with just a hug or a pat on the back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im inlove with the idea that you are one of them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night my friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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FRIENDS!'/><author><name>Cheenee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650538628982559306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SK9q-iCeTsI/AAAAAAAAAIs/3erQbO3g4sM/S220/1_743021209l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884394328831920347.post-8665586053256576809</id><published>2008-07-12T13:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T13:16:47.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unchained melody</title><content type='html'>i use to think that i was strong&lt;br /&gt;i know realize that i was wrong&lt;br /&gt;coz' everytime i see your face&lt;br /&gt;my mind becomes an empty space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;and think of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i  close my eyes the moment i surrender to you&lt;br /&gt;i get lost everytime i look at you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/884394328831920347-8665586053256576809?l=cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com/feeds/8665586053256576809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=884394328831920347&amp;postID=8665586053256576809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884394328831920347/posts/default/8665586053256576809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884394328831920347/posts/default/8665586053256576809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com/2008/07/unchained-melody.html' title='unchained melody'/><author><name>Cheenee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650538628982559306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SK9q-iCeTsI/AAAAAAAAAIs/3erQbO3g4sM/S220/1_743021209l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884394328831920347.post-2800604617088519226</id><published>2008-07-10T20:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T20:39:19.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my schedule</title><content type='html'>time to rest everybody!&lt;br /&gt;i had a very long day today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up around 4 am to study&lt;br /&gt;went to school 7am&lt;br /&gt;class started 730 to 12 noon&lt;br /&gt;went to SM with Jamie around 12:30&lt;br /&gt;had lunch at KFC&lt;br /&gt;had coffee at figaro&lt;br /&gt;went back to school 3:00 pm&lt;br /&gt;studied my major again 3:00-5:00pm&lt;br /&gt;ate dunkin donut and made chicka2x 5:00-5:30pm&lt;br /&gt;class started 5:00-7:00pm&lt;br /&gt;ballet class after 7:30-8:30pm&lt;br /&gt;just arrived...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to take a bath, get a massage, study and sleep...&lt;br /&gt;hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/884394328831920347-2800604617088519226?l=cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com/feeds/2800604617088519226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=884394328831920347&amp;postID=2800604617088519226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884394328831920347/posts/default/2800604617088519226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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danctroupe rehearsal...&lt;br /&gt;those sweet words i heard from you for the very first time...&lt;br /&gt;those cuddles we had coz it was cold&lt;br /&gt;those kiss you gave coz you loved me&lt;br /&gt;the smile you showed coz you said i made you happy&lt;br /&gt;which made me happy at the same time&lt;br /&gt;then you took me home&lt;br /&gt;just when i thought everything was a dream&lt;br /&gt;you reached for my hand and kissed it...&lt;br /&gt;then it all started another chapter of my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it had to end, cloud nine's over...&lt;br /&gt;and i am now letting it all go&lt;br /&gt;coz somehow i have to...&lt;br /&gt;no regrets of what we had,nor regrets on memories to keep... :)&lt;br /&gt;it'll be treasured.&lt;br /&gt;The past made me grow inside and out...&lt;br /&gt;(you know who you are)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Another important event that happened on this very day&lt;br /&gt;was the birth of a nice and the bestest friend i ever had.&lt;br /&gt;He was more than a friend, no words could describe the kind&lt;br /&gt;of friendship we had.&lt;br /&gt;He became my partner for 10 months, sad to say it had to end&lt;br /&gt;coz he went somewhere far...&lt;br /&gt;thank God he left me those memories worth keeping and treasuring...&lt;br /&gt;i know he's somewhere out there, i know he's just watching over us&lt;br /&gt;i will forever treasure the things we had in the past...&lt;br /&gt;somehow i have gotten over what happened to him...&lt;br /&gt;i learned to accept the fact that he is gone...(i'm having goosebumps!)&lt;br /&gt;wherever you are Clint, i'll always include you in my prayers... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/884394328831920347-606993627943895594?l=cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SK9q-iCeTsI/AAAAAAAAAIs/3erQbO3g4sM/S220/1_743021209l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884394328831920347.post-1504508762389740024</id><published>2008-07-07T10:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T10:24:50.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>an opinion</title><content type='html'>A lot of people find it hard to relate or understand the story of a certain ballet repertoire.Some find it boring, some think it's a waste of time spending those hours sitting inside the theater and watching, watching and watching and not understanding what the ballerinas are portraying. It's either the dancers don't know how to portray the role very well or the audience just don't want to dig in deeper to the thought of what the dancers are trying to portray, in other words they don't use their imagination coz they're so serious and they interpret it literally...get the point?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/884394328831920347-1504508762389740024?l=cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com/feeds/1504508762389740024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=884394328831920347&amp;postID=1504508762389740024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884394328831920347/posts/default/1504508762389740024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884394328831920347/posts/default/1504508762389740024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com/2008/07/opinion.html' title='an opinion'/><author><name>Cheenee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650538628982559306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SK9q-iCeTsI/AAAAAAAAAIs/3erQbO3g4sM/S220/1_743021209l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884394328831920347.post-7376961947900443101</id><published>2008-07-07T09:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T10:05:59.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>artists!</title><content type='html'>i have always imagined myself staying in a place where performers stay...&lt;br /&gt;a dorm where all kinds of artist sleep, rest, or do whatever they want to do...&lt;br /&gt;a place where we can express ourselves without people minding us coz they think its art!&lt;br /&gt;a place where our imagination can grow...&lt;br /&gt;a place where we can express ourselves through dance, poetry,paintings, and all other kinds of art!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it hard to look for those places?&lt;br /&gt;looking for it isn't hard, it's all over the world&lt;br /&gt;conservatories, dormitories for artists, theater, opera houses,etc.&lt;br /&gt;what's hard is, how to get there, how to qualify for scholarships&lt;br /&gt;coz lets face the fact that not all artist are wealthy (for starters)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great artist have struggled a lot in the past&lt;br /&gt;but it never stopped them, they took it as challenges in life they have to overcome,&lt;br /&gt;and that made them wealthy, wise and strong&lt;br /&gt;i have come across a lot of local/international artists&lt;br /&gt;and they all said the same thing: (the thought)&lt;br /&gt;*being an artist isn't easy, you have to struggle and defend your art&lt;br /&gt;*one of the challenges, is how you'll  be able to fascinate the crowd&lt;br /&gt;*art is simple but it takes an artist to bring it out into the world and show it to the people&lt;br /&gt;*it takes an artist to teach the people how to love art, specially those who think art is just a waste of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would LOVE to be one of those artist, and in order to do that i have to overcome several challenges on my own, but i think of it this way, it would be the best chapter in my life if i will be able to reach that dream..."what was once a dream is now a reality" this will be the phrase i would someday love and enjoy saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am starting the first chapter of my struggles.&lt;br /&gt;*how to balance ballet life and graduate as a nurse at the same time... hahahah&lt;br /&gt;it'll take a lot of time before i will reach both but then sooner or later i will reach it. I will because i WANT to, not because i HAVE to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to those struggling artist out there... keep on struggling, you will soon reach that point in life when you can say "what was once a dream is now a reality"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/884394328831920347-7376961947900443101?l=cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com/feeds/7376961947900443101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=884394328831920347&amp;postID=7376961947900443101' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884394328831920347/posts/default/7376961947900443101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884394328831920347/posts/default/7376961947900443101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com/2008/07/artists.html' title='artists!'/><author><name>Cheenee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650538628982559306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SK9q-iCeTsI/AAAAAAAAAIs/3erQbO3g4sM/S220/1_743021209l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884394328831920347.post-43111012838803449</id><published>2008-07-04T20:44:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T21:27:22.378+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreaming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='make- believe'/><title type='text'>make- believe</title><content type='html'>confusion rushed through&lt;br /&gt;the veins of my brain&lt;br /&gt;were all those real?&lt;br /&gt;or were they just make-believe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;midnight breeze take me away tonight&lt;br /&gt;take me somewhere silent&lt;br /&gt;somewhere calm and peaceful&lt;br /&gt;let me think again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pacify me&lt;br /&gt;cradle me till i doze off&lt;br /&gt;whisper those cool breeze into my ear&lt;br /&gt;let me hear those whistling tune of your breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gently caress my hair&lt;br /&gt;my face, my cheeks and neck&lt;br /&gt;put me into deep slumber&lt;br /&gt;and never dare wake me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until i realize it was all make-believe&lt;br /&gt;slap me with reality&lt;br /&gt;burn me with the fire of real life&lt;br /&gt;hit me with the truth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/884394328831920347-43111012838803449?l=cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com/feeds/43111012838803449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=884394328831920347&amp;postID=43111012838803449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884394328831920347/posts/default/43111012838803449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884394328831920347/posts/default/43111012838803449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com/2008/07/make-believe.html' title='make- believe'/><author><name>Cheenee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650538628982559306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SK9q-iCeTsI/AAAAAAAAAIs/3erQbO3g4sM/S220/1_743021209l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884394328831920347.post-5483954293537042900</id><published>2008-07-03T19:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T19:35:14.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;You’re in my arms &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And all the world is calm &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The music playing on for only two &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So close together And when I’m with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; So close to feeling alive &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A life goes by Romantic dreams will die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; So I bid mine goodbye and never knew &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So close was waiting, waiting here with you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And now forever I know &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All that I wanted to hold you So close &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So close to reaching that famous happy end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Almost believing this was not pretend &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And now you’re beside me and look how far we’ve come &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So far we are so close &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How could I face the faceless days &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I should lose you now? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We’re so close To reaching that famous happy end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; And almost believing this was not pretend &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let’s go on dreaming for we know we are &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So close So close And still so far &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/884394328831920347-5483954293537042900?l=cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com/feeds/5483954293537042900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=884394328831920347&amp;postID=5483954293537042900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884394328831920347/posts/default/5483954293537042900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884394328831920347/posts/default/5483954293537042900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com/2008/07/youre-in-my-arms-and-all-world-is-calm.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheenee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650538628982559306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SK9q-iCeTsI/AAAAAAAAAIs/3erQbO3g4sM/S220/1_743021209l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884394328831920347.post-1021702234082851903</id><published>2008-07-01T09:02:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T10:02:44.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>men and women  from my school</title><content type='html'>you won't believe the kind of women we have&lt;br /&gt;at our school, same goes with the guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;guys- they meet a girl introduced by a friend... if they like the girl&lt;br /&gt;           they would usually ask for the number, then start texting, then&lt;br /&gt;           here's the funny part, they'll deny the fact that they already&lt;br /&gt;           have a girlfriend, a child or a wife!&lt;br /&gt;           then when their partner finds out they reverse the situation,&lt;br /&gt;           they would say that the girl asked for his number and started texting&lt;br /&gt;           him, that she would want to meet him somewhere... these are the kind of&lt;br /&gt;           guys we have! they think women are stupid like them, they think they&lt;br /&gt;           are so handsome that they can have the women they want.. hahah&lt;br /&gt;           not in my world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;women- they listen to the guy or their boyfriends, they act stupid!&lt;br /&gt;               they listen to every single word the guy says, they don't even bother&lt;br /&gt;               looking for proofs, as long as it's from the mouth of the guy then its true!&lt;br /&gt;               BULLSHIT! so most of our girls in our school are what we call palengkeras!&lt;br /&gt;               its common to hear "bigaon ka!" "mang-aagaw!" "gaga!" "he's mine bigaon"&lt;br /&gt;               etc. etc. etc.  there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see how cheap they are! OMG! if all girls are like this, guys would think they are so handsome that girls would fight for them! IMAGINE that! sorry to say i'm not one of those girls! BUYAG!&lt;br /&gt;girls naman! pls. keep your dignity intact fight if you think you have to fight, but fighting for a boyfriend who is "babaero" is useless!  you'll just look bad in public! guys usually enjoy this scene (girls fighting over them) to think that they're not even worth fighting for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bottom line- women keep your heads up high, don't listen right away, look for proofs and then when you have proven it, think first if it's worth a fight! think think think! don't ruin your reputation over a guy who's not even worth it!&lt;br /&gt;                      guys, if you think all girls are stupid that they'll just fall on their knees and praise you, you're WRONG! some desperate women may do that but not all! so if you think you can get away with cheating the first time, think twice before doing it again coz women may have forgiven you with what you've done before but they DON't forget! keep that in mind!&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/884394328831920347-1021702234082851903?l=cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com/feeds/1021702234082851903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=884394328831920347&amp;postID=1021702234082851903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884394328831920347/posts/default/1021702234082851903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884394328831920347/posts/default/1021702234082851903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com/2008/07/men-and-women-from-my-school.html' title='men and women  from my school'/><author><name>Cheenee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650538628982559306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SK9q-iCeTsI/AAAAAAAAAIs/3erQbO3g4sM/S220/1_743021209l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884394328831920347.post-3525814439486335995</id><published>2008-06-30T08:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T09:04:32.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>be like this!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't let yourself be stopped by anything from doing&lt;br /&gt;what you have always wanted.&lt;br /&gt;We are all afraid of not fitting in to this world,&lt;br /&gt;of not being accepted.&lt;br /&gt;BUT, it only takes for you to look around&lt;br /&gt;and figure out&lt;br /&gt;that you are surrounded by people&lt;br /&gt;who loves you unconditionally.&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to make mistakes&lt;br /&gt;because even if you shrug them away,&lt;br /&gt;the people who love you will always choose to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;STAY! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/884394328831920347-3525814439486335995?l=cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com/feeds/3525814439486335995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=884394328831920347&amp;postID=3525814439486335995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884394328831920347/posts/default/3525814439486335995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884394328831920347/posts/default/3525814439486335995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com/2008/06/be-like-this.html' title='be like this!'/><author><name>Cheenee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650538628982559306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SK9q-iCeTsI/AAAAAAAAAIs/3erQbO3g4sM/S220/1_743021209l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884394328831920347.post-4868424022765367997</id><published>2008-06-28T06:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T06:58:16.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a beautiful morning!</title><content type='html'>woke up today...&lt;br /&gt;with a smile on my face...&lt;br /&gt;my cell phone on my hand...&lt;br /&gt;and a message from a friend&lt;br /&gt;who cares...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so blessed to have friends like them...&lt;br /&gt;they keep my hopes UP!&lt;br /&gt;during those times when i feel no one cares?&lt;br /&gt;they're always there!&lt;br /&gt;ready to lend a hand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;truly God had his way of punishing and rewarding people...&lt;br /&gt;i had been punished, and now i'm rewarded&lt;br /&gt;rewarded with friends who treasure and value our friendship!&lt;br /&gt;i have everything in life... and i'm satisfied!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may GOD bless you the same way he has blessed me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/884394328831920347-4868424022765367997?l=cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com/feeds/4868424022765367997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=884394328831920347&amp;postID=4868424022765367997' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884394328831920347/posts/default/4868424022765367997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884394328831920347/posts/default/4868424022765367997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com/2008/06/beautiful-morning.html' title='a beautiful morning!'/><author><name>Cheenee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650538628982559306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SK9q-iCeTsI/AAAAAAAAAIs/3erQbO3g4sM/S220/1_743021209l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884394328831920347.post-7384089973161501989</id><published>2008-06-27T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T21:57:43.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PIA Nationwide News Releases</title><content type='html'>Dance troupe joins China arts festival&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumaguete City (6 November) -- The Silliman University Kahayag Dance Troupe (SUKDT) will represent the country in 9th Nanning International Folk Song Arts Festival in Guangxi, Mainland China on October 28 to 31.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Organized for eight straight years, the Nanning International Folk Song Arts Festival has become one of the most famous cultural events in China. SUKDT is the only group invited from the Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven students comprise the SUKDT delegation to the festival: Naddie Orillana, Aljana Alicia Limuaco, Claudio Ramos II, Brian Lee Celeste, Engel Boen Zerna, Aiken Quipot and Richu John Kung. SUKDT is headed by Dance Director Ronnie Mirabuena. (PIA/JCT)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/884394328831920347-7384089973161501989?l=cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com/feeds/7384089973161501989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=884394328831920347&amp;postID=7384089973161501989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884394328831920347/posts/default/7384089973161501989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884394328831920347/posts/default/7384089973161501989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com/2008/06/pia-nationwide-news-releases.html' title='PIA Nationwide News Releases'/><author><name>Cheenee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650538628982559306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SK9q-iCeTsI/AAAAAAAAAIs/3erQbO3g4sM/S220/1_743021209l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884394328831920347.post-5713125244265107599</id><published>2008-06-27T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T21:18:44.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>something for an old bestfriend "CLINT"</title><content type='html'>This is for my peoples&lt;br /&gt;Who just lost somebody&lt;br /&gt;Your best friend, your baby&lt;br /&gt;Your man or your lady&lt;br /&gt;Put your hand way up high&lt;br /&gt;We will never say bye&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamas, daddies, sisters, brothers&lt;br /&gt;Friends and cousins&lt;br /&gt;This is for my peoples&lt;br /&gt;Who lost their grandmothers&lt;br /&gt;Lift your head to the sky&lt;br /&gt;Cause we will never say bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a child there were them times&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get it&lt;br /&gt;But you kept me in line&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know why&lt;br /&gt;You didn't show up sometimes&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday mornings and I missed you&lt;br /&gt;But I'm glad we talked through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All them grown folk things&lt;br /&gt;Separation brings&lt;br /&gt;You never let me know it&lt;br /&gt;You never let it show&lt;br /&gt;Because you loved me and obviously&lt;br /&gt;There's so much more left to say&lt;br /&gt;If you were with me today&lt;br /&gt;Face to face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew I could hurt like this&lt;br /&gt;And everyday life goes on I wish&lt;br /&gt;I could talk to you for a while&lt;br /&gt;Miss you but I try not to cry&lt;br /&gt;As time goes by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's true that you've&lt;br /&gt;Reached a better place&lt;br /&gt;Still I'd give the world to see your face&lt;br /&gt;And be right here next to you&lt;br /&gt;But it's like you're gone too soon&lt;br /&gt;Now the hardest thing to do is say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye, bye bye, bye bye&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye, bye bye, bye bye&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye, bye bye, bye bye&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never got a chance to see&lt;br /&gt;How good I've done&lt;br /&gt;And you never got to&lt;br /&gt;See me back at number one&lt;br /&gt;I wish that you were here&lt;br /&gt;To celebrate together&lt;br /&gt;I wish that we could&lt;br /&gt;Spend the holidays together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when you used to&lt;br /&gt;Tuck me in at night&lt;br /&gt;With the teddy bear you gave me&lt;br /&gt;That I held so tight&lt;br /&gt;I thought you were so strong&lt;br /&gt;You'd make it through whatever&lt;br /&gt;It's so hard to accept the fact&lt;br /&gt;You're gone forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew I could hurt like this&lt;br /&gt;And everyday life goes on I wish&lt;br /&gt;I could talk to you for a while&lt;br /&gt;Miss you but I try not to cry&lt;br /&gt;As time goes by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's true that you've&lt;br /&gt;Reached a better place&lt;br /&gt;Still I'd give the world to see your face&lt;br /&gt;And be right here next to you&lt;br /&gt;But it's like you're gone too soon&lt;br /&gt;Now the hardest thing to do is say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye, bye bye, bye bye&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye, bye bye, bye bye&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye, bye bye, bye bye&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for my peoples&lt;br /&gt;Who just lost somebody&lt;br /&gt;Your best friend, your baby&lt;br /&gt;Your man or your lady&lt;br /&gt;Put your hand way up high&lt;br /&gt;We will never say bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamas, daddies, sisters, brothers&lt;br /&gt;Friends and cousins&lt;br /&gt;This is for my peoples&lt;br /&gt;Who lost their grandmothers&lt;br /&gt;Lift your head to the sky&lt;br /&gt;Cause we will never say bye, bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew I could hurt like this&lt;br /&gt;And everyday life goes on I wish&lt;br /&gt;I could talk to you for a while&lt;br /&gt;Miss you but I try not to cry&lt;br /&gt;As time goes by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's true that you've&lt;br /&gt;Reached a better place&lt;br /&gt;Still I'd give the world to see your face&lt;br /&gt;And be right here next to you&lt;br /&gt;But it's like you're gone too soon&lt;br /&gt;Now the hardest thing to do is say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye, bye bye, bye bye&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye, bye bye, bye bye&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye, bye bye, bye bye&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/884394328831920347-5713125244265107599?l=cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SK9q-iCeTsI/AAAAAAAAAIs/3erQbO3g4sM/S220/1_743021209l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884394328831920347.post-5488872103080052602</id><published>2008-06-24T09:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T10:42:23.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reflect on it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SGBdikeb30I/AAAAAAAAAFk/Jtln5YUsZ9E/s1600-h/6a00d8341c39e853ef00e54f82e5a48833-800wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SGBdikeb30I/AAAAAAAAAFk/Jtln5YUsZ9E/s400/6a00d8341c39e853ef00e54f82e5a48833-800wi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215271216983301954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;last night a friend texted me around 11pm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;he told me, he was being talked about in their college,and that he couldn't take it anymore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;don't wanna mention the name of the  college where he belongs, coz i didn't have his permission...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;i know those girls/boys who, he said started the whole blab... I don't wanna pinpoint anyone,so i wanna generalize it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;to those Girls/Boys starting the gossip: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;stop minding some other people's business, you're just making it clear to all the people how cheap your are and stupid... instead of blabbing things about that guy/girl why don't you try blabbing things about yourself in that way you can help yourself GET A LIFE you deserve! get it?! you are clearly showing insecurities and you think that blabbing bout that guy/girl will heal those insecurities,truth is, you just don't realize it now but those insecurities are growing and growing everytime you blab, and it's getting clearer and clearer! so if i were you, if i hate that guy/girl you keep blabbing about, i'll just hush and leave it to the people to judge him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;to the guy they keep blabbing about:&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;don't waste your time on those blabber mouths... you know yourself better than they do, reacting to those gossips will just give them room for their insecurities to grow, instead help them, don't mind every word that comes out of their mouth, practice the so called being "manhid" but in a good way... keep your head on those books and study or keep yourself busy, in that way your mind will be very occupied that you won't have time to listen to rumors... let it pass, if it's a rumor it'll just fade away if you won't mind it... if you think they're destroying your reputation just think, maybe they are threatened by your reputation... bottom line, don't stoop down to their level of insecurities, you still have your whole life to prove to the people that what they're blabbing about are wrong, only God can take that opportunity from you, so don't waste every second of it and start now, and don't forget to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;PRAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;! it helps alot... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;to those reading this, the victims, the suspects, the blabber mouths, the insecure, etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;think of yourself first, look at yourselves in the mirror...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;do you think you deserve such treatment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;do you think you are perfect enough to ruin some other person's reputation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;are you sure that if you blab about that person, no one's blabbing bout you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;always put yourself in his or her situation...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"DO UNTO OTHERS WHAT YOU WANT OTHERS TO DO UNTO YOU"   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;think about it and reflect...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;gossip is fun but set limitations as to the level of gossip, don't get carried away by gossip coz you won't get anything good in return, what you'll be getting are backstabbers backstabbing you... your friends in particular, if your a backstabber your friends are too..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"BIRDS OF THE SAME FEATHERS, FLOCK TOGETHER"   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;tested and proven! 100% true!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"YOU ARE WHAT YOUR FRIENDS ARE"&lt;/span&gt;, coz you attract people who are LIKE you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/884394328831920347-5488872103080052602?l=cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com/feeds/5488872103080052602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=884394328831920347&amp;postID=5488872103080052602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884394328831920347/posts/default/5488872103080052602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884394328831920347/posts/default/5488872103080052602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com/2008/06/reflect-on-it.html' title='reflect on it!'/><author><name>Cheenee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650538628982559306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SK9q-iCeTsI/AAAAAAAAAIs/3erQbO3g4sM/S220/1_743021209l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SGBdikeb30I/AAAAAAAAAFk/Jtln5YUsZ9E/s72-c/6a00d8341c39e853ef00e54f82e5a48833-800wi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884394328831920347.post-591894619533331346</id><published>2008-06-20T14:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T14:29:32.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>while waiting for my class!</title><content type='html'>i'm sitting here infront of the computer&lt;br /&gt;inside the library...&lt;br /&gt;shivering coz it's cold...&lt;br /&gt;listening to musics from the i.pod...&lt;br /&gt;rubbing my hands...&lt;br /&gt;minding my own business...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's raining and everything's wet...&lt;br /&gt;the grass, street,my hair,my top...&lt;br /&gt;i love it!&lt;br /&gt;i love it!&lt;br /&gt;i love the weather!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep up the GOOD work GOD! hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/884394328831920347-591894619533331346?l=cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com/feeds/591894619533331346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=884394328831920347&amp;postID=591894619533331346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884394328831920347/posts/default/591894619533331346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884394328831920347/posts/default/591894619533331346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com/2008/06/while-waiting-for-my-class.html' title='while waiting for my class!'/><author><name>Cheenee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650538628982559306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SK9q-iCeTsI/AAAAAAAAAIs/3erQbO3g4sM/S220/1_743021209l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884394328831920347.post-5247158507695061975</id><published>2008-06-16T09:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T09:25:55.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>woke up @ the wrong side of the bed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Woke up today feeling down... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;emotions rushing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;happy...gloomy...irritated...depression again?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; sick, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; sick, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; sick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a day in school would be nice...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i will soon leave for school and hope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for all this rushing emotions &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;disappear and will never come back! (i wish)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;it's part of life,people feel down, people get depressed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;it's normal. H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ere i go again, the optimistic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;me is trying to yak it all away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;you know what helps?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;a prayer and a cold glass of milk! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;i'll go get one now...☻&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/884394328831920347-5247158507695061975?l=cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com/feeds/5247158507695061975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=884394328831920347&amp;postID=5247158507695061975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884394328831920347/posts/default/5247158507695061975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884394328831920347/posts/default/5247158507695061975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com/2008/06/woke-up-wrong-side-of-bed.html' title='woke up @ the wrong side of the bed'/><author><name>Cheenee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650538628982559306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SK9q-iCeTsI/AAAAAAAAAIs/3erQbO3g4sM/S220/1_743021209l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884394328831920347.post-266675378383542120</id><published>2008-06-14T23:03:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T23:15:37.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>escape from reality!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SFPgcmkBFYI/AAAAAAAAAFY/02aNqx7aDOQ/s1600-h/DSC00558.jpg"&gt;shakin some booty!&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SFPgcmkBFYI/AAAAAAAAAFY/02aNqx7aDOQ/s400/DSC00558.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211755975790368130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_JkG-egu_NNY/SFPgA176piI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/8zylSuKgLN0/s1600-h/DSC00563.jpg"&gt;sexy back!&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SFPgA176piI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/8zylSuKgLN0/s400/DSC00563.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211755498880804386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_JkG-egu_NNY/SFPfupxH7QI/AAAAAAAAAFI/NOBsGRd9wVs/s1600-h/DSC00559.jpg"&gt;fashion show?move that booty!&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SFPfupxH7QI/AAAAAAAAAFI/NOBsGRd9wVs/s400/DSC00559.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211755186376666370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SFPfhGpKc-I/AAAAAAAAAFA/iPonejCJrg8/s1600-h/DSC00545.jpg"&gt;damn!&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SFPfhGpKc-I/AAAAAAAAAFA/iPonejCJrg8/s400/DSC00545.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211754953609737186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SFPfMenD0TI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ViJd6emrjKM/s1600-h/DSC00541.jpg"&gt;hugs and kisses!&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SFPfMenD0TI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ViJd6emrjKM/s400/DSC00541.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211754599266111794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SFPe4-pRWSI/AAAAAAAAAEw/HijYZC8710Y/s1600-h/1_725269146l.jpg"&gt;in uniform!&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SFPe4-pRWSI/AAAAAAAAAEw/HijYZC8710Y/s400/1_725269146l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211754264267938082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SFPeZubYX5I/AAAAAAAAAEo/J4BPfxz5HQk/s1600-h/DSC00535.jpg"&gt;some privacy pls! hahaha&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SFPeZubYX5I/AAAAAAAAAEo/J4BPfxz5HQk/s400/DSC00535.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211753727338766226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SFPeHQTamrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/JzMWshFd3HA/s1600-h/DSC00527.JPG"&gt;car car car! beepbeepbeep!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SFPeHQTamrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/JzMWshFd3HA/s1600-h/DSC00527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SFPeHQTamrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/JzMWshFd3HA/s400/DSC00527.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211753410014649010" 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/884394328831920347-266675378383542120?l=cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com/feeds/266675378383542120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=884394328831920347&amp;postID=266675378383542120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884394328831920347/posts/default/266675378383542120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884394328831920347/posts/default/266675378383542120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com/2008/06/escape-from-reality.html' title='escape from reality!'/><author><name>Cheenee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650538628982559306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SK9q-iCeTsI/AAAAAAAAAIs/3erQbO3g4sM/S220/1_743021209l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SFPgcmkBFYI/AAAAAAAAAFY/02aNqx7aDOQ/s72-c/DSC00558.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884394328831920347.post-5323193412722035299</id><published>2008-06-14T13:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T13:34:40.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boring day</title><content type='html'>i sat down, looked at the window and&lt;br /&gt;contemplated on what to do after receiving that news&lt;br /&gt;they kept telling me to text him&lt;br /&gt;part of me just don't want to do that&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;coz why would i waste my time texting someone who&lt;br /&gt;doesn't even care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, it was a sad news, made me cry&lt;br /&gt;but i can't do anything anymore&lt;br /&gt;that person didn't even want to communicate&lt;br /&gt;so forget about it... duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so to those who said "cheen, text that person, show that person you care"&lt;br /&gt;i did, what did i get in reply, "don't worry about me... blablabla"&lt;br /&gt;FINE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not hard to show someone you care...&lt;br /&gt;what's hard is,accepting the fact that after showing you care that person&lt;br /&gt;didn't even give a DAMN that you cared!&lt;br /&gt;diba ka stupid!&lt;br /&gt;so ! that's the end of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, diba boring! hahahah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/884394328831920347-5323193412722035299?l=cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com/feeds/5323193412722035299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=884394328831920347&amp;postID=5323193412722035299' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884394328831920347/posts/default/5323193412722035299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884394328831920347/posts/default/5323193412722035299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com/2008/06/boring-day.html' title='boring day'/><author><name>Cheenee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650538628982559306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SK9q-iCeTsI/AAAAAAAAAIs/3erQbO3g4sM/S220/1_743021209l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884394328831920347.post-1661230737997085460</id><published>2008-06-14T12:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T12:51:14.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fragile!</title><content type='html'>Six thoughts at once I can't focus on one&lt;br /&gt;Seven days a week but my life has just begun&lt;br /&gt;So caught in emotion and I'm overcome&lt;br /&gt;As I'm falling down I come undone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like I'm alone&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like I'm not that strong&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel so frail so small&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel vulnerable&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel a little fragile&lt;br /&gt;A little fragile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In six thousand years what will this mean&lt;br /&gt;Words from the heart or a melody&lt;br /&gt;So caught in emotion and I'm overcome&lt;br /&gt;As I'm falling down I come undone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like I'm alone&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like I'm not that strong&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel vulnerable&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel a little fragile&lt;br /&gt;A little fragile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If people can see right through my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Like an open door that I can't disguise&lt;br /&gt;I won't be afraid from the tears I cry&lt;br /&gt;I'll not run I'll not hide this is how I feel inside&lt;br /&gt;A little fragile&lt;br /&gt;A little fragile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like I'm alone&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like I'm not that strong&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel so frail so small&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel vulnerable&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel a little fragile&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/884394328831920347-1661230737997085460?l=cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com/feeds/1661230737997085460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=884394328831920347&amp;postID=1661230737997085460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884394328831920347/posts/default/1661230737997085460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884394328831920347/posts/default/1661230737997085460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com/2008/06/fragile.html' title='fragile!'/><author><name>Cheenee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650538628982559306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SK9q-iCeTsI/AAAAAAAAAIs/3erQbO3g4sM/S220/1_743021209l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884394328831920347.post-5793315245313704867</id><published>2008-06-10T23:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T23:41:29.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>grabbed this from prince</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt; &lt;a href="http://simplyprinze.blogspot.com/2008/03/reunion-with-cheenee.html"&gt;Reunion with Cheenee&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7uMneik8Vc/R-UqPnuExmI/AAAAAAAAAPA/2xI8cT8AEfk/s1600-h/Image%28714%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7uMneik8Vc/R-UqPnuExmI/AAAAAAAAAPA/2xI8cT8AEfk/s400/Image%28714%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180593394208261730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon receiving a text message from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cheenee&lt;/span&gt; (my sis in UPS) that she is in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Dumaguete&lt;/span&gt;, I was so excited to meet her and talk to her once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She really look good and sexy as she was wearing her light blue shirt and kinky shorts. We talk about a lot of things. Although, we haven't seen each other for quite some time, we still have the bond we had way back then. I really miss her and was happy so her again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to tell how i knew &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cheenee&lt;/span&gt; way back before we become brothers and sisters in the same organization:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Clint &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ordoyo&lt;/span&gt;, a good friend of mine and happened to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Cheenee's&lt;/span&gt; boyfriend in 2005, introduced me to her. Then I later knew that she was residing in the same dormitory with my crush. Then i tried to befriend her and ask her help for my courting-plans. After then, I later knew she entered a fraternity/Sorority named Upsilon Phi Sigma. She recruited me but I refused to. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was a creepy anti-frat by that time). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to admit that I had a crush on her before. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (she knows)&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;heehhe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was when I decided to join the same organization that I really knew &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Cheenee&lt;/span&gt; and became one of my closest sis in the organization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BACKTRACKS...... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Cheenee&lt;/span&gt; left &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;dumaguete&lt;/span&gt; after the closing of the first semester of 2007. She happened to be the Grand &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Archon&lt;/span&gt; of Upsilon Phi Sigma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture above was taken when I visit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Cheenee&lt;/span&gt; in her dance troupe practices at the Luce auditorium. As to the date..... i forgot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/884394328831920347-5793315245313704867?l=cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com/feeds/5793315245313704867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=884394328831920347&amp;postID=5793315245313704867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884394328831920347/posts/default/5793315245313704867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884394328831920347/posts/default/5793315245313704867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com/2008/06/grabbed-this-from-prince.html' title='grabbed this from prince'/><author><name>Cheenee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650538628982559306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SK9q-iCeTsI/AAAAAAAAAIs/3erQbO3g4sM/S220/1_743021209l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7uMneik8Vc/R-UqPnuExmI/AAAAAAAAAPA/2xI8cT8AEfk/s72-c/Image%28714%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884394328831920347.post-3979905756800190741</id><published>2008-06-10T23:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T23:35:38.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you have what it takes?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SE6fIkYDk-I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/UF75_VE-zOc/s1600-h/view_sidebar.asp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SE6fIkYDk-I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/UF75_VE-zOc/s400/view_sidebar.asp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210276788466586594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:charlemagne;font-size:130%;"&gt;Are You Ready for Pointe Work? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;center style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:charlemagne;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Important questions to ask yourself...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:bookman;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you take regularly scheduled ballet classes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:bookman;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have you been taking ballet classes for two years, and take no less than three classes per year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:bookman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:bookman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Are you physically strong? The toes must be able to hold your entire body weight, which is normally distributed to your whole foot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:bookman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Do you have the ability to &lt;i&gt;enunciate&lt;/i&gt; your feet? Such as &lt;i&gt;tendus&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;frappes&lt;/i&gt;  where the foot itself needs to be flexible and strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:bookman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Do you have a solid knowledge base of the basics and of the vocabulary? You should also be able to execute at least one &lt;i&gt;pirouette&lt;/i&gt; in the center.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:bookman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Do you have the ability to attain and hold your &lt;i&gt;balance&lt;/i&gt;? For example, in a Releves you should be able to hit your balance and hold it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:bookman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Are you competent in remembering simple &lt;i&gt;combinations&lt;/i&gt;, and executing them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:bookman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Are your &lt;i&gt;plies&lt;/i&gt; soft and elastic? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;    &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;    &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/884394328831920347-3979905756800190741?l=cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com/feeds/3979905756800190741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=884394328831920347&amp;postID=3979905756800190741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884394328831920347/posts/default/3979905756800190741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884394328831920347/posts/default/3979905756800190741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com/2008/06/do-you-have-what-it-takes.html' title='Do you have what it takes?'/><author><name>Cheenee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650538628982559306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SK9q-iCeTsI/AAAAAAAAAIs/3erQbO3g4sM/S220/1_743021209l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SE6fIkYDk-I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/UF75_VE-zOc/s72-c/view_sidebar.asp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884394328831920347.post-2855176248308034161</id><published>2008-06-09T11:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T12:07:59.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>brain wave</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;would it be wrong to explore the other side of it all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;the other side of myself in which i thought i would not want to touch?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;it could be possible you know....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SEyrUx6oEiI/AAAAAAAAAEI/TGjWim1u464/s1600-h/180px-Lesbian_sign.svg.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SEyrUx6oEiI/AAAAAAAAAEI/TGjWim1u464/s400/180px-Lesbian_sign.svg.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209727242445787682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;the feeling of not wanting to be with him but her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;get the picture?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/884394328831920347-2855176248308034161?l=cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com/feeds/2855176248308034161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=884394328831920347&amp;postID=2855176248308034161' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884394328831920347/posts/default/2855176248308034161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884394328831920347/posts/default/2855176248308034161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com/2008/06/brain-wave.html' title='brain wave'/><author><name>Cheenee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650538628982559306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SK9q-iCeTsI/AAAAAAAAAIs/3erQbO3g4sM/S220/1_743021209l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SEyrUx6oEiI/AAAAAAAAAEI/TGjWim1u464/s72-c/180px-Lesbian_sign.svg.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884394328831920347.post-4076819945075601934</id><published>2008-06-03T12:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T13:14:46.296+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Upsilon Phi Sigma'/><title type='text'>i Miss my Upsilon family! (silliman chapter)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SETSgGbN8PI/AAAAAAAAAD4/uz0FZLdPzTE/s1600-h/38620895710857l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SETSgGbN8PI/AAAAAAAAAD4/uz0FZLdPzTE/s400/38620895710857l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207518518069555442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;         My Upsilon phi sigma family have had contributed a lot of stories in my life... from the day i had my services to the day i survived even until now. i have seen Upsilon Phi sigma "Silliman" chapter grow for three years. I've witnessed some of it's ups and downs over the years, people criticizing, rumors here and there, dreams and goals we reached and did not reach, some heartaches and anger between brods and sis, etc. etc. etc. but i never saw UPS fall! instead it even grew stronger and better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SETS-XIsjeI/AAAAAAAAAEA/1QBSnrEUOzA/s1600-h/z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SETS-XIsjeI/AAAAAAAAAEA/1QBSnrEUOzA/s400/z.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207519037951348194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;        I have to admit, i may not have spent most of my time with them due to some extra curricular activities like, the dancetroupe, dorm activities, BF! hahaha but i want every &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;UPSILONIAN&lt;/span&gt; here on earth to keep in mind that i never regret joining the brotherhood and sisterhood bond of this frat/sor!  i have always treasured the things they have done for me and others!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;UPSILON PHI SIGMA no. 1 in Silliman&lt;/span&gt;, i am proud to be your sis! love you all and i'll see you soon! mwahz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/884394328831920347-4076819945075601934?l=cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com/feeds/4076819945075601934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=884394328831920347&amp;postID=4076819945075601934' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884394328831920347/posts/default/4076819945075601934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884394328831920347/posts/default/4076819945075601934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-miss-my-upsilon-family-silliman.html' title='i Miss my Upsilon family! (silliman chapter)'/><author><name>Cheenee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650538628982559306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SK9q-iCeTsI/AAAAAAAAAIs/3erQbO3g4sM/S220/1_743021209l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SETSgGbN8PI/AAAAAAAAAD4/uz0FZLdPzTE/s72-c/38620895710857l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884394328831920347.post-1836146559676603217</id><published>2008-05-31T17:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T18:19:54.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my very first booboo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;esterday we had a ballet class which started early and ended late...&lt;br /&gt;the usual bar works, warm ups, plie's, demi-plie's, tondu's, grand battement (bat-ma), develope's (de-ve-lo-pay), and all those excruciating stretchings, arabesque here, arabesque there, you might be wondering what this words are? well, they are ballet terms, french words of steps we execute every time we dance....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we decided to use our pointshoes, we were doing our bourre's when i felt a tingling and numb sensation between my right big toe and the toe next to it,it felt kinda sticky, i felt my tights sticking to my toe which doesn't usually happen,but it didn't bother me i thought maybe it was just friction of something so i continued my bourre's, then my right shoe snapped... but i kept dancing i thought i could handle a broken toeshoe while dancing, besides we were almost done with the class... after class i took it off, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;and there it was! MY VERY FIRST BOOBOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This made me realize, i've been dancing for four years using this pair of toeshoes and it was only at this point -this booboo- that i felt like a BALLERINA! woppeeee! i only had blisters before but never a booboo! it actually bled! my tights had blood stains!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next goal?  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A dead toenail&lt;/span&gt;! hahah in order to have it, i have to work hard and use my toeshoes often during ballet classes!hahahah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/884394328831920347-1836146559676603217?l=cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com/feeds/1836146559676603217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=884394328831920347&amp;postID=1836146559676603217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884394328831920347/posts/default/1836146559676603217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884394328831920347/posts/default/1836146559676603217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-very-first-booboo.html' title='my very first booboo!'/><author><name>Cheenee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650538628982559306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SK9q-iCeTsI/AAAAAAAAAIs/3erQbO3g4sM/S220/1_743021209l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884394328831920347.post-7459842073301767707</id><published>2008-05-29T18:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T19:41:04.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heartbreaks</title><content type='html'>Heartbreak is a very strange distress. It is exquisitely painful, and yet we cannot find an injury on our body. It is like one big emotional pain but it also seems to spark off hundreds of other emotions. We hate the feeling of heartbreak, and yet we find ourselves compelled to go over and over memories, ideas or fantasies which make the feeling worse. What is going on? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SD6NCAtUFJI/AAAAAAAAADA/fxlSZKk_cP0/s1600-h/Divorce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SD6NCAtUFJI/AAAAAAAAADA/fxlSZKk_cP0/s320/Divorce.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205753284976186514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we end a relationship with the person our hold dear to your heart,a range of different strategies of coping and denying breaks loose. We feel loss and pain. Our normal ways of thinking about the world are disrupted. people with broken hearts encounter mood swings, feelings change from one point to another, the next thing you know you can relate to every song you hear . We long for our ex-lover, then we are filled with anger and denial. One minute we are desperate to see them, the next we can't bear to have anyone mention their name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SD6UXgtUFKI/AAAAAAAAADI/ouphNmx4mVY/s1600-h/Copy+of+sad+girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SD6UXgtUFKI/AAAAAAAAADI/ouphNmx4mVY/s320/Copy+of+sad+girl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205761350924768418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heartbreak blooms by the end of a relationship. it can also be caused by fantasizing on a relationship you can or will never have . It can even happen slowly when we realize that we are in a relationship from which all the love has gone. However it happens, after the shock, it takes some time for reality to sink in. Then we experience a welter of feelings. We can be angry, sad, devastated, despairing, distraught, desperate, remorseful, regretful, ashamed, embarrassed. The emotional bombardment is overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SD6WEQtUFLI/AAAAAAAAADQ/GvrYZgcWics/s1600-h/meditating_girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SD6WEQtUFLI/AAAAAAAAADQ/GvrYZgcWics/s320/meditating_girl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205763219235542194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the long term, we have a natural way of dealing with these feelings. We have an emotional mechanism that allows us to recover from losses and from pain. If we didn't have it, the whole world would be in mourning forever! Bereavement, parting and suffering are unavoidable parts of our life experience. The natural way we recover is by grieving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/884394328831920347-7459842073301767707?l=cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com/feeds/7459842073301767707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=884394328831920347&amp;postID=7459842073301767707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884394328831920347/posts/default/7459842073301767707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884394328831920347/posts/default/7459842073301767707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com/2008/05/heartbreaks.html' title='heartbreaks'/><author><name>Cheenee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650538628982559306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SK9q-iCeTsI/AAAAAAAAAIs/3erQbO3g4sM/S220/1_743021209l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SD6NCAtUFJI/AAAAAAAAADA/fxlSZKk_cP0/s72-c/Divorce.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884394328831920347.post-4532447919213697449</id><published>2008-05-25T16:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T16:58:24.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 Ideal Characteristics of a Performer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SDkp6QtUFGI/AAAAAAAAACo/F6RFnalF_Ok/s1600-h/ballet2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SDkp6QtUFGI/AAAAAAAAACo/F6RFnalF_Ok/s400/ballet2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204236925297497186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Experience and skill in a number of dance forms, epescially the one represented&lt;br /&gt;   by the choreographer. &lt;br /&gt;2. Interest in the arts and a great desire to dance. &lt;br /&gt;3. Strong, healthy body, with a practical regard for joint action. &lt;br /&gt;4. Broad perceptual field and an open mind. &lt;br /&gt;5. Lots of energy, courage, patience, and strength. &lt;br /&gt;6. The ability to cooperate and get along with others. &lt;br /&gt;7. To take criticism and suggestions easily. &lt;br /&gt;8. Tom move with conviction and projection. &lt;br /&gt;9. To have time and energy for rehearsals, and a willingness to work. &lt;br /&gt;10.The ability to move with urgency and passion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;         Top 10 Reasons Teachers Don't Let Students Start Pointe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SDkoSAtUFEI/AAAAAAAAACY/t5aT-sE0XTk/s1600-h/ballet1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SDkoSAtUFEI/AAAAAAAAACY/t5aT-sE0XTk/s320/ballet1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204235134296134722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Improper placement &lt;br /&gt;2. Too young &lt;br /&gt;3. Not pulled up in body or feet &lt;br /&gt;4. Feet not arched enough &lt;br /&gt;5. Overweight &lt;br /&gt;6. Lack of strength in torso &lt;br /&gt;7. Weak knees &lt;br /&gt;8. Weak ankles &lt;br /&gt;9. Basic stance on demi-pointe not strong and correct &lt;br /&gt;10.Taking too few classes per week &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Top 10 Most Important Things I've Learned in Ballet Class&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SDkpEgtUFFI/AAAAAAAAACg/J4AEydQFgKM/s1600-h/ballet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SDkpEgtUFFI/AAAAAAAAACg/J4AEydQFgKM/s400/ballet.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204236001879528530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Girls can fly. &lt;br /&gt;2. You gotta have the attitude. &lt;br /&gt;3. You can't fall off the floor (easily). &lt;br /&gt;4. Keep your toe nails short. &lt;br /&gt;5. Barres are not invincible. &lt;br /&gt;6. They tell you to spot for a reason. &lt;br /&gt;7. It's not sweat, it's glow. &lt;br /&gt;8. Wet floors are slippery. &lt;br /&gt;9. There is (usually) no such thing as a stupid question. &lt;br /&gt;10.-&gt;This is right, &lt;-This is left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/884394328831920347-4532447919213697449?l=cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com/feeds/4532447919213697449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=884394328831920347&amp;postID=4532447919213697449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884394328831920347/posts/default/4532447919213697449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884394328831920347/posts/default/4532447919213697449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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had my regrets on...&lt;br /&gt;some, made me happy i did say those words...&lt;br /&gt;and some, i just had to say goodbye...&lt;br /&gt;whatever those reasons be&lt;br /&gt;i hope in time you'll realize &lt;br /&gt;things happen for a reason&lt;br /&gt;whatever those reasons be &lt;br /&gt;God knows &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so for now&lt;br /&gt;i just laugh at those goodbyes&lt;br /&gt;cry over it&lt;br /&gt;utter cruel words because of it&lt;br /&gt;curse the people who say it &lt;br /&gt;and forgive those who regret saying it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alang magawa! hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/884394328831920347-2380774965758173049?l=cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com/feeds/2380774965758173049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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/&gt;my stomach is crying out!&lt;br /&gt;hunger strikes again!&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'll go and grab something to eat&lt;br /&gt;wanna join?&lt;br /&gt;i could cook scrambled eggs with tomato and cheese&lt;br /&gt;or corned beef with potato, still have some potato i guess&lt;br /&gt;i could open a can of sausage cook it with garlic and onions&lt;br /&gt;or better yet open the can of tuna my dad bought&lt;br /&gt;and cook it with garlic and onions! yeah&lt;br /&gt;think i'm going to do it right now!&lt;br /&gt;i'll be back! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/884394328831920347-6160117770432129983?l=cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com/feeds/6160117770432129983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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those things made me glow&lt;br /&gt;i hope someday you'll realize&lt;br /&gt;letting you go bring tears to my eyes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/884394328831920347-3293918345291083094?l=cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com/feeds/3293918345291083094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=884394328831920347&amp;postID=3293918345291083094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884394328831920347/posts/default/3293918345291083094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884394328831920347/posts/default/3293918345291083094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com/2008/04/boredom-strikes-again.html' title='boredom strikes again!'/><author><name>Cheenee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650538628982559306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SK9q-iCeTsI/AAAAAAAAAIs/3erQbO3g4sM/S220/1_743021209l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884394328831920347.post-3952393627896655107</id><published>2008-03-25T11:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T11:36:56.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hate it!</title><content type='html'>sometimes you just have to listen to both sides of the story, to prevent yourself from judging the wrong person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in this situation wherein some people judge me because of what happened to me... you might be wondering what happened? let's just say, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;sometimes we do things without thinking of the consequences, or maybe we know the consequences yet we leave it aside coz as of the moment we like what we are doing and we feel good about it that we forget everything that might happen months after&lt;/span&gt;, then a big blow happens to us and how we wish we could go back in time and correct everything but we know we can never do that, we'll end up blaming ourself for everything, hurting ourself coz how we wish we never did that! here's a question we need to ask ourself "do you think regrets comes first?" sometimes things happens for a reason, i know this experience will help me be strong for more challenges to come in the near future...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bottom line... after what happened to me i thought he would be there to comfort me, instead he left me alone he never said a word to comfort me after everything... then i heard rumors about me and stories that ruined my reputation! to those who think i'm bad, &lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;why don't you try to listen to my side of the story in that way you can stop yourself from judging me and weigh things better! stop judging a person because you heard his side of the story! he was not even there when this things happened! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/884394328831920347-3952393627896655107?l=cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com/feeds/3952393627896655107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=884394328831920347&amp;postID=3952393627896655107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884394328831920347/posts/default/3952393627896655107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884394328831920347/posts/default/3952393627896655107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com/2008/03/hate-it.html' title='hate it!'/><author><name>Cheenee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650538628982559306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SK9q-iCeTsI/AAAAAAAAAIs/3erQbO3g4sM/S220/1_743021209l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884394328831920347.post-6427409056210661846</id><published>2008-03-06T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T10:48:16.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what if!</title><content type='html'>Here I stand alone&lt;br /&gt;With this weight upon my heart&lt;br /&gt;And it will not go away&lt;br /&gt;In my head I keep on looking back&lt;br /&gt;Right back to the start&lt;br /&gt;Wondering what it was that made you change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I tried&lt;br /&gt;But I had to draw the line&lt;br /&gt;And still this question keeps on spinning in my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I had never let you go&lt;br /&gt;Would you be the man I used to know&lt;br /&gt;If I'd stayed&lt;br /&gt;If you'd tried&lt;br /&gt;If we could only turn back time&lt;br /&gt;But I guess we'll never know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many roads to take&lt;br /&gt;Some to joy&lt;br /&gt;Some to heart-ache&lt;br /&gt;Anyone can lose their way&lt;br /&gt;And if I said that we could turn it back&lt;br /&gt;Right back to the start&lt;br /&gt;Would you take the chance and make the change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think how it would have been sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Do you pray that I'd never left your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I had never let you go&lt;br /&gt;Would you be the man I used to know&lt;br /&gt;If I'd stayed&lt;br /&gt;If you'd tried&lt;br /&gt;If we could only turn back time&lt;br /&gt;But I guess we'll never know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only we could turn the hands of time&lt;br /&gt;If I could take you back would you still be mine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/884394328831920347-6427409056210661846?l=cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com/feeds/6427409056210661846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=884394328831920347&amp;postID=6427409056210661846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884394328831920347/posts/default/6427409056210661846'/><link rel='self' 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align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;can't stop thinking of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;wish i could hold you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hug you tight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and never let you go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;guess for now i'll just keep on dreaming&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dreaming of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;holding me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hugging me tight &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and not letting go &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;memories of the past keeps haunting me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;why did i ever let you go?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;thought you were just one of them&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you prove me wrong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;after what you did&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;instead of pushing me away &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you made me long for your love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;more and more each day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i will wait &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;don't care how long&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's you my heart wants&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's you my heart needs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's you i want to spend my life with!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mwah!! :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&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/884394328831920347-6806311999428109984?l=cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com/feeds/6806311999428109984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=884394328831920347&amp;postID=6806311999428109984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884394328831920347/posts/default/6806311999428109984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884394328831920347/posts/default/6806311999428109984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com/2008/02/so-near-yet-so-far.html' title='so near yet so far'/><author><name>Cheenee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650538628982559306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SK9q-iCeTsI/AAAAAAAAAIs/3erQbO3g4sM/S220/1_743021209l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884394328831920347.post-6938016214507403717</id><published>2008-02-28T09:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T09:59:00.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/R8YU3AFgK5I/AAAAAAAAABA/aBFXIWaRbdg/s1600-h/1_281639385l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171844157230033810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/R8YU3AFgK5I/AAAAAAAAABA/aBFXIWaRbdg/s320/1_281639385l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hayahay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/R8YU3QFgK6I/AAAAAAAAABI/FrLN-LH3a-8/s1600-h/1_420261589l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171844161525001122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/R8YU3QFgK6I/AAAAAAAAABI/FrLN-LH3a-8/s320/1_420261589l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; china opening night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/R8YU3wFgK7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/gmStgg4-ytE/s1600-h/1_370269942l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171844170114935730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/R8YU3wFgK7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/gmStgg4-ytE/s320/1_370269942l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me and anjie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/R8YU3wFgK8I/AAAAAAAAABY/t4-7ZrzRIM0/s1600-h/1_623652625l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171844170114935746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/R8YU3wFgK8I/AAAAAAAAABY/t4-7ZrzRIM0/s320/1_623652625l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; dinner time in china&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/R8YU4AFgK9I/AAAAAAAAABg/kpjgRG0g6bQ/s1600-h/985318753l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171844174409903058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/R8YU4AFgK9I/AAAAAAAAABg/kpjgRG0g6bQ/s320/985318753l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me and my bestfriend!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/R8YUKAFgK0I/AAAAAAAAAAY/h3EVoCUW46k/s1600-h/me+and+aiken+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171843384135920450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/R8YUKAFgK0I/AAAAAAAAAAY/h3EVoCUW46k/s320/me+and+aiken+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me and aiken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/R8YUKAFgK1I/AAAAAAAAAAg/daRQqbpHL54/s1600-h/1_305990226l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171843384135920466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/R8YUKAFgK1I/AAAAAAAAAAg/daRQqbpHL54/s320/1_305990226l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/R8YUKQFgK2I/AAAAAAAAAAo/QNnCgqqgXdA/s1600-h/1_605692314l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171843388430887778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/R8YUKQFgK2I/AAAAAAAAAAo/QNnCgqqgXdA/s320/1_605692314l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; us in china&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/R8YUKgFgK3I/AAAAAAAAAAw/Td3CXNgPgZo/s1600-h/1_743188839l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171843392725855090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/R8YUKgFgK3I/AAAAAAAAAAw/Td3CXNgPgZo/s320/1_743188839l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; performing in china&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/R8YUKwFgK4I/AAAAAAAAAA4/tHmX39QiqKE/s1600-h/1_861131347l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171843397020822402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/R8YUKwFgK4I/AAAAAAAAAA4/tHmX39QiqKE/s320/1_861131347l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me and precy ROTC ball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/884394328831920347-6938016214507403717?l=cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com/feeds/6938016214507403717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=884394328831920347&amp;postID=6938016214507403717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884394328831920347/posts/default/6938016214507403717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884394328831920347/posts/default/6938016214507403717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com/2008/02/pictures.html' title='pictures!'/><author><name>Cheenee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650538628982559306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/SK9q-iCeTsI/AAAAAAAAAIs/3erQbO3g4sM/S220/1_743021209l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkG-egu_NNY/R8YU3AFgK5I/AAAAAAAAABA/aBFXIWaRbdg/s72-c/1_281639385l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884394328831920347.post-3743589848158422848</id><published>2008-02-28T09:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T09:47:42.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bored!</title><content type='html'>it's 9:30 in the morning and i'm bored...&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll grab something to eat...&lt;br /&gt;or maybe not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I i'm not good in writing usually i express my feelings through dancing, i have friends who are good in writing i envy them, how i wish i could write like them, but then every person has his/her own way of expressing things i may not be able to express it in writing but i sure can express it in dancing... guess i'll be practising my writing skills with the help of this blogsite... for the next days or months i'll start writing anything i feel like writing... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/884394328831920347-3743589848158422848?l=cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com/feeds/3743589848158422848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=884394328831920347&amp;postID=3743589848158422848' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ff33;"&gt;finally a place i call my own... now i can start writing stories and things i want to write! yahoooooo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/884394328831920347-12906492111391058?l=cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheeneelimuaco.blogspot.com/feeds/12906492111391058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=884394328831920347&amp;postID=12906492111391058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884394328831920347/posts/default/12906492111391058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/884394328831920347/posts/default/12906492111391058'/><link 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