<?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-11157674</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:54:51.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pinky's corner</title><subtitle type='html'>things you know and may not know about me....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11157674/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyscorner.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>pinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14367602090341352344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j97/pinkykang/blog.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11157674.post-114887277517088142</id><published>2006-05-29T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T11:19:35.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>looking back</title><content type='html'>i am afraid of going to the corporate world since i am small/petit or whatever they may call it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i applied at this Company. they gave me a ring for an interview after a week, i uttered to myself that time was - a prayer had been answered. a series of interview had i gone through, until the final verdict came. former hr recruiter called me and told me that a manager will interview me and she gave me the schedule, i gave my best to be hired on that interview but weeks passed no call from the company. then i applied for an accouting staff at Ever Company, i was immediately hired and asked to pass the documents required for me to start, asap. i was so excited to break the good news to my family when the phone rang and it was ms dona nario on the other line telling me to go to south harbor the following day because as hr personnel she has to interview me. i asked guidance from HIM - what shall i do? should i go to this company where i dont know if i will be hired or to the company where i now i am hired? the following day i went to this company to check my luck. the hr personnel told me that the manager ask for the "little girl" she interviewed and instruct her to look for my paper and wanted to be under her management (csd department). eventhough it was for contractual i still grabbed the opportunity at this company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;five years and 2 months had passed. as i rekindled that moment of truth in my life, i realized that God has always a better plan for us. we just have to know how to seek His guidance, He will never think twice of giving us what we want and what is "best" for us. just trust Him and He will direct our path to a journey that He planned for us. i never thought that i will be in a "corporate world". i was so blessed that in rarity of opportunity, i have a job - a job that i want. i am now a "trainer" in the company that i am connected since i graduated from my course. i am going to pursue my mba course a week from now and by God's permission that i will be able to pass all the subjects and the comprehenssive exam to be a certified mba and hopefully become a faculty member of one of the university (even partly/for part-time).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11157674-114887277517088142?l=pinkyscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/114887277517088142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11157674&amp;postID=114887277517088142' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11157674/posts/default/114887277517088142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11157674/posts/default/114887277517088142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyscorner.blogspot.com/2006/05/looking-back.html' title='looking back'/><author><name>pinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14367602090341352344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j97/pinkykang/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11157674.post-114716656239164500</id><published>2006-05-09T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T17:22:42.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>good thing that i've read this....</title><content type='html'>you might have read this, but after reading it again will make you think differently. BELIEVE me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARA SA MGA TANGANG LALAKE AT MAGAGANDANG BABAE TULAD NATIN&lt;br /&gt;Before, hinahabol kita pero di mo ako pinapansin. Tapos isang araw nawala ako, hinanap mo ako at tinanong, "Bakit ka nagsawa?" Ngumiti ako, "Hindi ako nagsawa. Natauhan lang." Pwede mo kong lokohin pero wag kang magpapahuli sakin. Pwede mo kong palitan pero siguraduhin mong mas mahal mo siya sakin. Pwede mo kong iwan pero siguraduhin mong kaya mo. Kasi pag ako sobrang nasaktan, wala ka nang babalikan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang Boys? Pag trip ka, magpapakilala. Kaibigan kuno hanggang pumorma na. Tapos pag nahulog ka na, ayun, goodbye na dahil sawa na sila. Pero dapat walang iiyak at smile lang tayo. Punyeta, anong silbi ng karma? I fell in love and got hurt but I didn't shed too much tears nor did I ask him to love me again. Instead, I stood up proudly and said, "Ganyan talaga ang magaganda! Hindi bagay sa t****!" Simple lang para hindi ka masaktan. Kapag minahal ka, mahalin mo din. Kapag ginago ka, gaguhin mo rin. Pero kapag umiyak ka, t**** ka! Ginago ka na nga, iiyakan mo pa? Pag iniwan ka ng mahal mo, wag mo siyang sisihin! Kausapin mo siya ng harap-harapan at sabihin mong, "Ingat, t**** ka pa naman!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masakit pag iniwan ka ng mahal mo. Pero wag kang magagalit ng husto. Kahit papano may pinagsamahan naman kayo, diba? Kaya for the last time yakapin mo siya at ibulong mo, "Gago, kukulamin kita!" Girls, talo daw sayo sa mga boys? Papayag kayo? Sige, pag niligawan tayo, sagot agad. Pag iniwan tayo? Ok lang. Kapag sinabi nilang, "Uy, ex ko." Alam niyo sagot diyan? "Ay, ambisyoso."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the one you love doesn't love you back, don't get depressed. Just think about it for a while, maybe cry a bit then wipe your tears and say, "Ang weird naman niya. Di siya pumapatol sa magaganda!" You only got one life so live it well., one heart so take good care, one soul so keep it pure. One boyfriend? What a waste! Make it two or more! Sayang ganda natin! Pag sinabi sayo ng mahal mo na ayaw na niya sayo, hayaan mo lang. Wag kang iiyak at magpapakagago! Imbis na iyakan mo siya, ngitian mo lang at sabihin mo ang ganito, "So, pano? Bye na!Naghihintay na ang kapalit mo!" Who cares about break-ups? Oo nga, masakit. Makirot sa puso. Pero tandaan mo: a break-up isn't only an end to a relationship. It's also a beginning of a new one and an end to a living hell called "ex".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11157674-114716656239164500?l=pinkyscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/114716656239164500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11157674&amp;postID=114716656239164500' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11157674/posts/default/114716656239164500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11157674/posts/default/114716656239164500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyscorner.blogspot.com/2006/05/good-thing-that-ive-read-this.html' title='good thing that i&apos;ve read this....'/><author><name>pinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14367602090341352344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j97/pinkykang/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11157674.post-114630626282641038</id><published>2006-04-29T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T18:24:22.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ang hirap!!!</title><content type='html'>i dont like the feelings that i am feeling right now.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;i am confirmed with whats inside of me.&lt;br /&gt;i know how i feel.&lt;br /&gt;but the problem is, i dont know if i should entertain this feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang hirap, di ba?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11157674-114630626282641038?l=pinkyscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/114630626282641038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11157674&amp;postID=114630626282641038' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11157674/posts/default/114630626282641038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11157674/posts/default/114630626282641038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyscorner.blogspot.com/2006/04/ang-hirap.html' title='ang hirap!!!'/><author><name>pinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14367602090341352344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j97/pinkykang/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11157674.post-114440952418823723</id><published>2006-04-05T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T19:32:37.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am special</title><content type='html'>I am special. In all the world, there is nobody like me. Since the beginning of time, there has never been another person like me. Nobody has my smile. Nobody has my eyes, my nose, my hair, my hands, my voice, I am special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all of time, there has bee no one who laughs like me. No one who cries like me. And what my laugh and cry will never provoke identical laughter and tears for anybody else, ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the only one in all of creation who has this set of abilities. Oh, there will always be someboy who is better at one of the things I am good at. But no one in the universe can reach the quality of my combination of talents, ideas, abilities and feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through all eternity, no one will ever look, talk, walk and think or do things like me. I am special. I am rare. And as in all rarity, there is value. Because of my great rare value, I need no attempt to imitate others. I will accept, yes, celebrate my differences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am special. And I am beginning to see that God made me special for a very special purpose. He must have a job for me that no one else can do so well as I. Out of the billions of applicants, only one has the right combination of what it takes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That one is me. Because, I am special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom gave me this when I graduated from High School. It has been one of my tool in overcoming my battle in my College years. It taught and helped me so many things, especially in times that I am in need of courage and strength for some reasons. Even at my lowest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11157674-114440952418823723?l=pinkyscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/114440952418823723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11157674&amp;postID=114440952418823723' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11157674/posts/default/114440952418823723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11157674/posts/default/114440952418823723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyscorner.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-am-special.html' title='I am special'/><author><name>pinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14367602090341352344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j97/pinkykang/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11157674.post-114420131596696808</id><published>2006-04-05T09:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T09:41:55.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ewan</title><content type='html'>ang gulo na.hindi ko na alam.bahala na kung ano ang mangyari.hindi ko na alam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11157674-114420131596696808?l=pinkyscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/114420131596696808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11157674&amp;postID=114420131596696808' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11157674/posts/default/114420131596696808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11157674/posts/default/114420131596696808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyscorner.blogspot.com/2006/04/ewan.html' title='ewan'/><author><name>pinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14367602090341352344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j97/pinkykang/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11157674.post-114351595461239495</id><published>2006-03-28T11:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T13:48:33.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a conversation with my mother</title><content type='html'>If you will ask me whom I admire most. She is my mother. She is a family oriented, helpful, good mother to her six children and most of all, intelligent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m: sabi ng daddy nyo, hindi daw ako nagsisimba noong nakilala nya ko.&lt;br /&gt;p: totoo ba yun?&lt;br /&gt;m: hindi naman eh, nung elementary nga ako nagpunta kaming magkakaibigan sa simbahan kasi magsisimba kami bago magbagong taon, nagalit nga si Inang noon kasi delikado daw sa daan at pinag-alala ko sya.&lt;br /&gt;p: eh, bakit naman kasi hating gabi kayo nagsimba? May misa ba ng ganung oras?&lt;br /&gt;m: wala.&lt;br /&gt;p: mame, shunga ka rin pala no? (cyempre, pabiro ang pagkakasabi ko nito).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we burst out into laughter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11157674-114351595461239495?l=pinkyscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/114351595461239495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11157674&amp;postID=114351595461239495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11157674/posts/default/114351595461239495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11157674/posts/default/114351595461239495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyscorner.blogspot.com/2006/03/conversation-with-my-mother.html' title='a conversation with my mother'/><author><name>pinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14367602090341352344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j97/pinkykang/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11157674.post-114328328883258163</id><published>2006-03-25T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T13:42:51.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a simple message would do...</title><content type='html'>730am when i arrived in the office to prepare for the requirements and exam, for the training. 800am my group mates arrived early in the office for us to do our activity as a group, still for the training. 830am to 10am we have to actualize our group work. 10am we are preparing for our presentation to be presented in the training. I don not know if i am busy doing the presentation for the group but when I checked my watch, 11:45am! Yet, i havn't eaten my breakfast, then, somebody said that lunch had arrived and we can get food for ourselves. I gorge because I thought I deprived myself. After lunch, we started the presentation then after the last presenter ended her report, we were told to start the exam.sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a long and tough day for me, honestly, it is hard for me not to take my first meal for the day – it is like you are taking my happiness for the rest of the day. Make a presentation on a snap of a finger. Squeeze your mind to remember the discussion just to answer the hard questions given in the exam. Wew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still thank this person for encouraging me to smile after having an exhausted day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11157674-114328328883258163?l=pinkyscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/114328328883258163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11157674&amp;postID=114328328883258163' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11157674/posts/default/114328328883258163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11157674/posts/default/114328328883258163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyscorner.blogspot.com/2006/03/simple-message-would-do.html' title='a simple message would do...'/><author><name>pinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14367602090341352344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j97/pinkykang/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11157674.post-114302237352054480</id><published>2006-03-23T10:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T18:14:17.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tagged by kateh</title><content type='html'>Let's play TAG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 jobs I've had in my life:&lt;br /&gt;a. manggulo kay mama habang nagtuturo sa klase&lt;br /&gt;b. auditor (sdyc - org lang 'to ah...)&lt;br /&gt;c. customer service officer (atsc)&lt;br /&gt;d. trainer (current)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 films I can watch over and over:&lt;br /&gt;a. LOTR&lt;br /&gt;b. cliff hanger&lt;br /&gt;c. sassy girl&lt;br /&gt;d. my bestfriends wedding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 places I have lived:&lt;br /&gt;a, b, c &amp;amp; d. marulas, valenzuela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 TV programs I love to watch:&lt;br /&gt;a. 7th heaven&lt;br /&gt;b. the oc&lt;br /&gt;c. one tree hill&lt;br /&gt;d. bubble gang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 places I would have visited had I had the money:&lt;br /&gt;a. israel&lt;br /&gt;b. london&lt;br /&gt;c. palawan&lt;br /&gt;d. australia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 websites i visit daily:&lt;br /&gt;a. gmail&lt;br /&gt;b. abs-cbn&lt;br /&gt;c. blog&lt;br /&gt;d. inq7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 of my favorite foods:&lt;br /&gt;a. sinigang na hipon&lt;br /&gt;b. pizza&lt;br /&gt;c. pasta (red sauce)&lt;br /&gt;d. cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 places where I would want to die:&lt;br /&gt;basta walang lalabas na laman-laman sa 'kin at hindi dahil sa sakit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 people (living/dead) who you want to meet:&lt;br /&gt;a. St. Clare&lt;br /&gt;b. Mario Batali&lt;br /&gt;c. Ninoy Aquino&lt;br /&gt;d. Mitch Albom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Places Ive been on Vacation (the last four):&lt;br /&gt;a. Kates house&lt;br /&gt;b. Morong, Bataan&lt;br /&gt;c. Iloilo&lt;br /&gt;d. Valenzuela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Places I would Rather Be Right Now:&lt;br /&gt;a. Disneyland (California)&lt;br /&gt;b. Buckingham Palace&lt;br /&gt;c. Novaliches&lt;br /&gt;d. Baclaran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 People I Wanna Tag:&lt;br /&gt;a. mami kateh&lt;br /&gt;b. meg&lt;br /&gt;c. billie&lt;br /&gt;d. mai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11157674-114302237352054480?l=pinkyscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/114302237352054480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11157674&amp;postID=114302237352054480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11157674/posts/default/114302237352054480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11157674/posts/default/114302237352054480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyscorner.blogspot.com/2006/03/tagged-by-kateh.html' title='tagged by kateh'/><author><name>pinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14367602090341352344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j97/pinkykang/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11157674.post-114300897922964584</id><published>2006-03-22T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T18:16:05.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lesson learned</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;in a relationship, you must cultivate the friendship because when the romanticism fades the friendship and commitment steps-in.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11157674-114300897922964584?l=pinkyscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/114300897922964584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11157674&amp;postID=114300897922964584' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11157674/posts/default/114300897922964584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11157674/posts/default/114300897922964584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyscorner.blogspot.com/2006/03/lesson-learned.html' title='lesson learned'/><author><name>pinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14367602090341352344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j97/pinkykang/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11157674.post-114267043452113087</id><published>2006-03-18T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T16:47:18.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>missing my blog....</title><content type='html'>I used to have background with pictures, but there is a question that I asked myself, why did I suddenly stop writing an entry/journal on my blog? Then I view the site of blogskin and found myself that I am looking for a background that will suit me or my personality, then I realized the reason behind my question has something to do with my background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patience is a virtue, now I found my blogskin. Still in color pink but the difference is,  its &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;simplicity&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM BACK. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11157674-114267043452113087?l=pinkyscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/114267043452113087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11157674&amp;postID=114267043452113087' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11157674/posts/default/114267043452113087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11157674/posts/default/114267043452113087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyscorner.blogspot.com/2006/03/missing-my-blog.html' title='missing my blog....'/><author><name>pinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14367602090341352344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j97/pinkykang/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11157674.post-112365294608224586</id><published>2005-08-11T04:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T13:49:06.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blog improvement</title><content type='html'>my blog is currently under reformation ... ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11157674-112365294608224586?l=pinkyscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/112365294608224586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11157674&amp;postID=112365294608224586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11157674/posts/default/112365294608224586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11157674/posts/default/112365294608224586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyscorner.blogspot.com/2005/08/blog-improvement.html' title='blog improvement'/><author><name>pinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14367602090341352344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j97/pinkykang/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11157674.post-112294174770894403</id><published>2005-08-02T08:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T12:27:16.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Babalik kami sa BALIC-BALIC</title><content type='html'>Pasado alas-singko sinabi ko sa kaibigan ko na bibisitahin ko ang kaibigan ko nung kolehiyo na kapapanganak pa lamang ng biglang sinabi ng kaibigan ko na sasama siya sa akin...pagkababa namin sa gusaling pinaglalagakan ng aming opisina kami ay bumili ng gamot at kaunting makakain sa aming biyahe papuntang balic-balic, pagkatapos nito kami ay kumuha ng pera sa isang makina ng bangko...sa aming paghihintay sa naturang bangko ay biglang bumuhos ang ulan (na parang hindi na uulan sa buong taon)...biglang nabanggit ng aking kaibigan na ilalathala nya itong ekspiriyensya niya at ang titulo ay, "Babalik kami sa Balic-Balic"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BALIC-BALIC, DITO PUPUNTA ANG KAIBIGAN KO PAGKATAPOS NG TRABAHO. ARAW NG LUNES, TIYAK AT WALANG DUDANG MADAMING TRABAHO.  NAISIPAN KONG SAMAHAN SIYA.  PASADO ALAS – SAIS NG MAKA-ALIS NG OPISINA.  BAGONG SAHOD KAYA MALAKAS ANG LOOB NG KAIBIGAN KO NA MAG-TAXI.  PERO BAGO PA KAMI MAKAKITA NG TAXI  MARAMI ANG MGA PANGAYAYARING NAGANAP KASABAY NG PAGBUHOS NG MALAKAS A ULAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEKA, DAAN MUNA TAYO NG TINDAHAN  NI EMILENE’S BILI TAYO NG MAKAKAIN SA BIYAHE PERO HINDI PA MAN DIN KAMI NAKAKATAWAG NG TAXI.  SI HARING ULAN BUMUHOS. PAGKALAKAS-LAKAS NG BUHOS! SI HARING HANGIN NAMAN AY HUMAHAMPAS, HUMUHULAGPOS SA TANIKALANG NAGNGI-NGITNGIT.  NABASA KAMI NG ULAN KAHIT PA SUMILONG KAMI SA ATM BOOTH, GANUN KALAKAS ANG HANGIN.  NAGWITHDRAW NG PERA KAIBIGAN KO KASI NGA SAGOT NIYA PAMASAHE. SALAMAT, BRO!  SA ATM, MARAMING KUWENTO.  MAY ESTUDYANTENG BIGLANG SUMILONG AT NAGTANONG KUNG SAAN ANG SAN ANDRES AT KUNG PUWEDENG LAKARIN. SABI NG ISA KONG KA-OPISINANG LALAKE, “MGA 8PM MAKAKARATING KA DOON KAPAG NAGLAKAD KA”. LOKO DIN ANO?  PERO ANG TOTOO, KULANG YATA PAMASAHE NG BABAENG ESTUDYANTE KAYA NAGTANONG KUNG PWEDENG LAKARIN.  MERON PA ISA, HINDI SIYA MAKAKUHA NG PERA SA ATM. AYAW YATA NG ATM CARD NIYA. KALAUNAN, WALA PA PALA SILANG SAHOD.  MABAIT NAMAN IYONG MGA EMPLEYADO SA BANGKONG PINAGSISILUNGAN NAMIN DAHIL SA LAKAS NG ULAN.  PINATULOY NILA KAMI SA OPISINA NILA.  AT, TUMILA DIN ANG ULAN, HUMUMPAY DIN ANG HANGIN, ALAALA NGA LANG ANG NAIWAN. ALA-ALA NG BASANG PAYONG, BAG, SAPATOS, LAYLAYAN NG PANTALON, SANGA NG PUNONG NATANGGAL, YERONG NABUWAL AT MAHABANG PILA NG TRAPIKONG HINDI UMUSAD. ITO LANG ANG HINDI KO MAINTINDIHAN, BAKIT LALONG TUMITINDI ANG TRAPIK KAPAG BUMUHOS ANG ULAN? SIGURO DAHIL BASA ANG LUPA? PAKI-SAGOT NGA?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KATULAD NG NASABI KO, HIRAP HUMANAP NG TAXI . LAHAT AYAW KAMING PASAKAYIN KASI NGA SA ESPANA ANG TULOY NAMIN. VIVA ESPANA!!! ANG BAHAING LUGAR KAHIT SA KAUNTING AMBON LANG. PAGKALIPAS NG MGA HIGIT KALAHATING ORAS, NAKASAKAY DIN KAMI NG TAXI SA WAKAS. YES! KAYA LANG IYONG DRIVER MARAMING LITANYA, SINTEMIYENTO, REKLAMO HANGGANG SA NAKARATING KAMI SA NAGTAHAN. HANGGANG DOON NIYA LANG KAMI MAIHAHATID DAHIL TRAFFIC AT GUTOM NA SIYA.  MAHABA ANG PASENSIYA NG KASAMA KO  KAYA OKAY LANG. DITO SA NAGTAHAN, NANGYARI ANG ISANG PAGBABALIK-TANAW.  MULA NAGTAHAN BRIDGE AY SUMAKAY KAMI NG PEDICAB PATUNGONG P.U.P MAIN.  YEHEYYYY!!! ANG AMING ALMA MATER!  AT SABAY KAMING NAPAKANTA NG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            “SINTANG PAARALAN, TANGLAW KA NG BAYAN&lt;br /&gt;            PANDAYAN NG ISIP NG KABATAAN&lt;br /&gt;            KAMI AY DUMATING NG SALAT SA YAMAN&lt;br /&gt;            HANAP AY DUNONG ANG IYONG ALAY…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAPUTOL DOON ANG KANTA, HABANG BINABAYBAY NG PEDICAB ANG KAHAABAAN NG ANONAS ST. EXTENSION PATUNGONG P.U.P. MAIN.  HINDI KAMI TUMIGIL NG AKING KAIBIGAN. KINANTA ULI NAMIN SA MARAMING PAGKAKATAON.PIPILITIN NAMIN ALALAHANIN ANG TITIK NG KANTA NG AMING ALMA MATER.  PASENSIYA NA, PERO HANGGANG DOON LANG ANG KINAYA NAMING ALALAHANIN PERO NALULUNGKOT AT NATUTUWA ANG PUSO NAMIN NOON.  NALULUNGKOT KASI HINDI NA NAMIN SAULO ANG HIMNO NG P.U.P. NATUTUWA DAHIL SA WAKAS SA LOOB NG LIMANG TAON NAKA-APAK DIN AKONG MULI SA AKING ALMA MATER. ANG AKING ALMA MATER.  SUMARIWA SA AKING ALA-ALA ANG LAHAT NG MALULUNGKOT, MASASAYA, AT PUNO NG PAKIKIBAKANG PAMANTASAN.  HINDI KO NAIWASANG MAG-TEXT SA MGA KAKLASE AT BARKADA KO.  NAKS! TAMANG PAGSI-SINTEMYENTO.  ANG DAMI KASING PAGBABAGO.  MALIWANAG AT SEMENTADONG DARAANAN, MARAMING PAGKAIN KATULAD NG EPALOG, ONE-DAY OLD, CHICHARON, MANI ATBP.  SIYANGA PALA, BUHAY PA DIN ANG FERNANDO’S SUPERMARKET. GUMANDA DIN ANG HEALTH CENTER, BARANGGAY HALLS AT POLICE STATION. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            LAKAD ULI KAMI PARA MAKASAKAY NG TRICYCLE AT MAKARATING SA BALIC-BALIC.  SA WAKAS, NAKARATING DIN KAMI.  ANG KAIBIGAN KO MOMMY NA SIYA. MAYROON AN SIYANG ANGHEL SA LUPA.  NAKAKATUWA KASI KAPAG LUMAKI  IYONG ANGHEL NIYA MAY MAUUTUSAN SIYA, MAKAKAUSAP, MAKAKALARO AT HIGIT SA LAHAT MAY KATUWANG NA SIYA SA KANYANG PAGTANDA.  PARANG KAILAN LANG, ANG KAIBIGAN KO KASAMA KO SA ALMA MATER KO, SA KASIYAHAN, SA PROBLEMA, SA KALOKOHAN MAY PERA MAN O WALA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            MAY PANIBUGHO DIN AKONG NARAMDAMAN SA PUSO KO KASI WALA PA AKONG ANGHEL SA LUPA.  MAS NAKAKALUNGKOT, WALA PA AKONG KATUWANG PARA MAGKAROON NG ANGHEL SA LUPA. HINDI TULAD NG ISA KONG KASAMA MAY KASINTAHAN SIYA. SABI NGA NIYA,  “WHEN I REACH 27YEARS OLD, I WILL GET MARRIED.”   MAHIRAP DIN ANG MAG-SET NG GOAL HA.  BAKIT KO NASABI? KASI ANG FRIEND KO 26YEARS OLD ALREADY.  ABA! MALAPIT NG MAGPALIT NG TAON. AT SA 2007, 27YEARS OLD NA SIYA.  GUMANTI SIYA NG SAGOT, PIPIKUTIN KO NGA LANG ANG BOYFRIEND KO NEXT YEAR.  AKONG MAGYAYAYA!  NAPUNO&lt;br /&gt;NG HALAKHAK ANG BAHAY NG KAIBIGAN KO SA BALIC-BALIC&lt;br /&gt;            HINDI PUWEDENG MAGTAGAL KASI MAY PASOK PA BUKAS. NAISIPAN NA NAMING MAG-PAALAM. HINDI KO ALAM KUNG KAILAN ULI MAKAKABALIK. SIGURO SA BINYAGAN NA.  PERO TEKA, HINDI PA TAPOS&lt;br /&gt;KASI NUNG PAUWI NA KAMI, MAY MGA PANGYAYARI PA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            DAHIL NAGTAAS NA PAMASAHE.  NORMAL NA IYONG MAKAKITA KA NG TARIPA. PWEDENG ZEROX COPY OR KULAY DILAW ANG PAPEL.  ANG NAKAKATUWA KAPAG MAY NAKA-PASKIL PA NG MGA GANITO.  “NO I.D. NO DISCOUNT”, MEMORANDUM 123456789 (HINDI AKO MATANDAIN SA NUMERO!) BUT THE MEMO STATES “FAIR DISCOUNT WILL NOT APPLY DURING HOLIDAY, SPECIAL AND LEGAL, SEMESTRAL BREAKS, MASTERAL AND DOCTORAL, THOSE TAKING LAW, MBA, PHD, STUDENTS ARE NOT INCLUDED TO AVAIL FARE DISCOUNT”. O, DI BA! PANALO.. NAGMA-EFFORT TALAGA NA COMPUTERIZED ANG PRESENTATION  USING FONT#18 PARA MADALING MABASA.  TAWA KAMI NG TAWA KASI WALANG KAWALA ANG PASAHERO. PAANO KAYA ANG INTERROGATION NG DRIVER DITO?  PAANO KUNG MAIKLI LANG ANG BIYAHE MO, IYONG TIPONG PAGSAKAY MO, ANG BABA MO SA PANG-APAT NA KANTO LANG? HEHEHE&lt;br /&gt;PINOY TALAGA!  KWELA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            BABA NA KAMI NG JEEP.  PAGOD NA PERO DAPAT KUMAIN SA CHOWKING. ANNOUNCEMENT!  DO NOT PATRONIZE CHOWKING – ESPANA!  SERVICE IS TERRIBLE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            PAUWI NA KAMI.. PERO SIGURADO AKO BABALIK KAMI SA BALIC-BALIC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11157674-112294174770894403?l=pinkyscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/112294174770894403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11157674&amp;postID=112294174770894403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11157674/posts/default/112294174770894403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11157674/posts/default/112294174770894403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyscorner.blogspot.com/2005/08/babalik-kami-sa-balic-balic.html' title='Babalik kami sa BALIC-BALIC'/><author><name>pinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14367602090341352344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j97/pinkykang/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11157674.post-112165646099432993</id><published>2005-07-19T02:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T11:14:21.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kaka-lungkot</title><content type='html'>it was saturday (july 16) when i felt...i'm alone....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was only the three of us (myra, joan and i) were staying at 8/f...before 5pm, i asked myra if she will go home early, she said, "sorry, sister may sundo ako". then i asked joan the same question, she replied, "ay...pinks nasa baba na si jeff". then i said, "ok". i thought i had a chance when erly came in. i asked erly if we can go home together, but unfortunately i got the same respond, she said, "pinks, sabay kami ni vincent".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaka-lungkot lang isipin na mag-isa akong uuwi kasi lahat sila may kasabay...sigh.... :(   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buti na lang i called mami kateh if i can go home with her...salamat kay dadikul (moby) for not fetching mami kateh after office...hehehe...i went home with mami kateh....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11157674-112165646099432993?l=pinkyscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/112165646099432993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11157674&amp;postID=112165646099432993' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11157674/posts/default/112165646099432993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11157674/posts/default/112165646099432993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyscorner.blogspot.com/2005/07/kaka-lungkot.html' title='kaka-lungkot'/><author><name>pinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14367602090341352344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j97/pinkykang/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11157674.post-111940531484265127</id><published>2005-06-22T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T09:55:14.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the maestra</title><content type='html'>it is good to know that even though she's not busy in making a stage plays, she's still active to be part of what she loves to do...stage play/acting/singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with leah as the lead star or "maestra"...the show will surely deserves a standing ovation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.inq7.net/entertainment/index.php?index=1&amp;story_id=41067"&gt;http://news.inq7.net/entertainment/index.php?index=1&amp;amp;story_id=41067&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11157674-111940531484265127?l=pinkyscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/111940531484265127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11157674&amp;postID=111940531484265127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11157674/posts/default/111940531484265127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11157674/posts/default/111940531484265127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyscorner.blogspot.com/2005/06/maestra.html' title='the maestra'/><author><name>pinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14367602090341352344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j97/pinkykang/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11157674.post-111923873415629608</id><published>2005-06-21T02:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T11:38:54.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the rain</title><content type='html'>this message was forwarded to me last june16 and fortunately i was given a chance of reading it rather than deleting this message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One rainy afternoon I was driving along one of the main streets&lt;br /&gt;of town, taking those extra&lt;br /&gt;precautions necessary when the roads are wet and slick.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, my daughter, Aspen,&lt;br /&gt;spoke up from her relaxed position in her seat. "Dad, I'm&lt;br /&gt;thinking of something."&lt;br /&gt;This announcement usually meant she had been pondering some&lt;br /&gt;fact for a while, and&lt;br /&gt;was now ready to expound all that her six-year-old mind had&lt;br /&gt;discovered. I was eager to hear.&lt;br /&gt;"What are you thinking?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;"The rain! ;" she began, "is like sin, and the windshield&lt;br /&gt;wipers are like God wiping our sins away."&lt;br /&gt;After the chill bumps raced up my arms I was able to respond.&lt;br /&gt;"That's really good, Aspen."&lt;br /&gt;Then my curiosity broke in. How far would this little girl take&lt;br /&gt;this revelation? So I asked... "Do you notice how the rain&lt;br /&gt;keeps on coming? What does that tell you?"&lt;br /&gt;Aspen didn't hesitate one moment with her answer:&lt;br /&gt;"We keep on sinning, and God just keeps on forgiving us."&lt;br /&gt;I will always remember this whenever I turn my wipers on.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it distressing to know that when you forward this message&lt;br /&gt;you will not send it to many&lt;br /&gt;on your address list because you're not sure what they believe,&lt;br /&gt;or what they will think of you for&lt;br /&gt;sending it to them.&lt;br /&gt;Funny how we can be more worried about what other people think&lt;br /&gt;of us than what God thinks of&lt;br /&gt;us.&lt;br /&gt;In order to see the Rainbow, you must first endure some Rain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11157674-111923873415629608?l=pinkyscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j97/pinkykang/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11157674.post-111810691295996455</id><published>2005-06-07T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T09:20:39.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so many time...</title><content type='html'>yesterday i saw my friend janice. she used to be working with aboitiz for almost three years but she is now working with PAL as a ground stewardess. being one of her friend, part of me was sad because of the thought that she's moving out but part of me was happy because she finally got the job that she's been dreamin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we used to be buddy when going home because we were both using lrt as our means of transportation. she told me a lot of experiences she had at PAL. her happiness, excitement, and new learnings and she also share her sadness of being alone (unlike in aboitiz) and a lot of adjustments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are so many things that we had talked about but from u.n. ave to tayuman was such a short distance for us to get bond (again) and i have to say goodbye, goodluck and GODbless to my friend. there are 365 days and 12 months in a year, 7 days in a week and 24hrs in a day...that GOD will allow us to meet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'til we meet again....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11157674-111810691295996455?l=pinkyscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/111810691295996455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11157674&amp;postID=111810691295996455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11157674/posts/default/111810691295996455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11157674/posts/default/111810691295996455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyscorner.blogspot.com/2005/06/so-many-time.html' title='so many time...'/><author><name>pinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14367602090341352344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j97/pinkykang/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11157674.post-111801488635364354</id><published>2005-06-06T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T10:44:12.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mommy's birthday: an update</title><content type='html'>pagdating ko sa bahay namin tahimik...yun pala nasa taas silang lahat, at dun sila kumakain...tama ba yun! pero kei lang kasi hindi pede yung 1month old ko na pamangkin sa baba...andun ang ever famous na pansit ng tatay ko at adobo ng sangko ko at inihaw na bangus (na sobrang favorite ko) at iba pang putahe na masarap din naman...ang saya kasi andun yung bago kong pamangkin, na pinangalanan ng sister ko na whilhelmina (sabi nga ni mami kateh...60's name on the year 2000) sobrang liit nya pa kasi she's just a one month old...ang aking pamangkin na inglisero at inglisera....nakakalungkot nga lang kasi wala ang panganay naming kapatid coz they live in mamburao, occidental mindoro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner sa bahay lang kami pero, sobrang thank you ang nanay ko. sabi nga nya, "hindi pa pala tapos yung kahapon, meron pa pala ngayon". akala ko nga iiyak si mame nung sinasabi nya yung line nya...pero may dinuktong pa siya dun noh!..."meron pa ba bukas?"...hehehehe, cyempre sinabi na namin "me, wala na"...nawili ang nanay ko. pero ang totoo kung pede lang namin sya i-treat everyday for us to say 'thank you' to her, for being such a wonderful mom in the entire universe and whole world...gagawin namin, kasi wala syang katulad. para sa amin wala pa sa kalingkingan yung ginawa namin sa kanya sa mga ginawa nya para sa aming mga anak nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my mommy,&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday!&lt;br /&gt;thank you and i love you. muah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11157674-111801488635364354?l=pinkyscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/111801488635364354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11157674&amp;postID=111801488635364354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11157674/posts/default/111801488635364354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11157674/posts/default/111801488635364354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyscorner.blogspot.com/2005/06/mommys-birthday-update.html' title='mommy&apos;s birthday: an update'/><author><name>pinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14367602090341352344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j97/pinkykang/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11157674.post-111785551397549629</id><published>2005-06-05T02:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T11:25:13.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mommy's birthday</title><content type='html'>it was may31 night when my dikong (second to the eldest brother) call me thru my cellphone and ask me what are we going to do for my mom's big day on june4...it's her birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told him that i will return his call, i'll ask the rest of the member of the family (of course, except my mom).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, we decided to have a surprise party to her school on friday (june3) and a dinner party on saturday (june4) with the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday (june3). my mom was so thankful for the party at school that we prepared. what a feeling of fulfillment for us (her children with my daddy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday (june4). today, i'll let you know what will happen tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see yah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11157674-111785551397549629?l=pinkyscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/111785551397549629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>health is wealth</title><content type='html'>health is wealth...why? read this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a week before the opening of starwars III in the big screen for us to watch, when mami kateh and billie asked me if i want to join them with dadikul (moby), rain, meg and maries to watch the starwars III at glorietta (i said to myself, yes! makakanood nadin ako sa glorietta!). eventhough i know the fact that they were in pairs, i still say, "yes! count me in!" (with excitement in my face). at first, i did not tell them that i was excited because of the moviehouse but eventually i uttered the words, "ngayon lang ako makakanood dun!"...then, they burst into laughter....it's okey, because i was just true to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday afternoon when i felt dizzy and hot. i took a sick leave wednesday, friday and saturday...what?! saturday??? i was sad then, because it was our date to watch the starwars III at the big screen at "glorietta".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday (may21) passed....i wasnt able to watch starwars III at "glorietta".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now you know?...health is wealth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11157674-111785459879821941?l=pinkyscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/111785459879821941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11157674&amp;postID=111785459879821941' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11157674/posts/default/111785459879821941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11157674/posts/default/111785459879821941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyscorner.blogspot.com/2005/05/health-is-wealth.html' title='health is wealth'/><author><name>pinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14367602090341352344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j97/pinkykang/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11157674.post-111785158595550823</id><published>2005-05-17T08:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T10:20:44.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>family reunion</title><content type='html'>saturday i took a leave at the office to attend our family reunion at nueva ecija.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was saturday morning when we left the house and started our journey to north express way. just a kilometer away from balintawak when my nieces and nephews asked for food because they were hungry, then we pulled-over at shell station to eat. we ate at the famous fastfood in the Philippines...'Jollibee'. then we left the gasoline station after satisfying our stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it took us two and a half hour to reached nueva ecija and an hour to reached the mountain where we are going to held the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the smell of fresh, cold breeze of the air, the beautiful trees and mountains, the serenity of the place and most of all the water that falls from the mountain and runs thru the river...those were the things that i havent seen for so many years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was good to be in a place where you wish you could found in manila whenever you want peace of mind and release your stress from the chaotic environment, horn-blowing due to traffic, and pollution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was fun meeting people that you almost dont know (by face) and realized that they were your aunties and uncles, cousins, and more nieces and nephews after a long introduction. the sinampalukang manok for dinner was delicious and riped mango for dessert sarraaap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the night fall, we took the opportunity to gaze the stars in the sky while a bonfire was lit from a far behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the morning came, i helped my brother to cooked sopas, rice, fried talong, okra, and tinapa for breakfast and riped mango for dessert, sarrraaap! then suddenly, yours truly became the game master of the day...we played games such as; bring me, basagang palayok, pabitin and the palosebo. it was fun, most especially the "bring me", because i didnt asked them for a thing but i asked them to bring me a person (which helps the kids know their relatives...hehehe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the games, we had our lunch while chatting, it took us three hours when my mom decided that we have to go home because the sky was dark and it seems that the rain is coming. we immediately left the mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt sad because it might took so many years before i could go back to that place again but it was fulfilling because of the people i've met...my relatives - the most important character in this article.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11157674-111785158595550823?l=pinkyscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/111785158595550823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11157674&amp;postID=111785158595550823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11157674/posts/default/111785158595550823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11157674/posts/default/111785158595550823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyscorner.blogspot.com/2005/05/family-reunion.html' title='family reunion'/><author><name>pinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14367602090341352344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j97/pinkykang/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11157674.post-111561568509702380</id><published>2005-05-10T03:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T13:16:01.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the keys to your heart</title><content type='html'>try this...its great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: serif" cellspacing="8" cellpadding="5" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#ff99cc"&gt;&lt;h3 style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px"&gt;The Keys to Your Heart&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ff9fd2"&gt;You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffa6d9"&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when your lover is creative and never lets you feel bored.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffacdf"&gt;You'd like to your lover to think you are loyal and faithful... that you'll never change.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffb3e6"&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was insecure and in constant need of reassurance.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffb9ec"&gt;Your ideal relationship is traditional. Without saying anything, both of you communicate with your hearts.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffbff2"&gt;Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffc6f9"&gt;You think of marriage as something that will confine you. You are afraid of marriage.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffccff"&gt;In this moment, you think of love as something you thirst for. You'll do anything for love, but you won't fall for it easily.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Are The Keys To Your Heart?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/"&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11157674-111561568509702380?l=pinkyscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/111561568509702380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11157674&amp;postID=111561568509702380' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11157674/posts/default/111561568509702380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11157674/posts/default/111561568509702380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyscorner.blogspot.com/2005/05/keys-to-your-heart.html' title='the keys to your heart'/><author><name>pinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14367602090341352344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j97/pinkykang/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11157674.post-111561554398452890</id><published>2005-05-10T03:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T13:12:24.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hapi mothers day</title><content type='html'>may 7,2005 mami kateh and billie ask me if i have already a gift for my mom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"meron na, pero hindi manggagaling sakin sa brother ko...pa-deliver nalang ng flower sa bahay".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may 8,2005 at around 02:12pm somebody is calling my mom at the gate...hehehe...that was the delivery boy...we are happy because my mom cant help it to say "thank you" to all of us (her siblings)...she thought that was all of it, she didnt know that we cook 'spaghetti' for meryenda...my niece and nephews (who's having their vacation at home) call their 'ama'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...after meryenda, my mom said (with a smile on her face), "may surprise pa ba?"...huh?!masyadong na-overwhelm ang mother dear ko...hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...but for me, if we could give her the universe just to say, "thank you" for becoming our mother...we WILL.&lt;br /&gt; I thank GOD, because he is not just wonderful, but He is great in picking my mom to be my mother....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11157674-111561554398452890?l=pinkyscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/111561554398452890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11157674&amp;postID=111561554398452890' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11157674/posts/default/111561554398452890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11157674/posts/default/111561554398452890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyscorner.blogspot.com/2005/05/hapi-mothers-day.html' title='hapi mothers day'/><author><name>pinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14367602090341352344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j97/pinkykang/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11157674.post-111511303450257518</id><published>2005-05-04T03:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T14:09:20.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>discon</title><content type='html'>it was thursday (april 28) afternoon when my friend told me that i was next in line to join the district conference, because vp for membership cannot join the said conference. at first, i was scared - i thought there might some roles that would vacant for some reasons...roles like evaluator, ah-counter, timer and most of all toastmaster of the night...ahhhh...that was too far from reality coz in this kind of conference everything was settled there were already people who assigned on this roles and there is no such thing as vacancy....hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sobrang masaya yung conference kasi we've taught a lot of things from the speakers (in the educational session)...the theme was "building bridges"...i remember the movie, my sassy girl (the movie emphasizes 'building bridge of chance for you love').&lt;br /&gt;that was not it we were able to talk to the 1995 world champion in public speaking, its mark brown - the speaker... i cant imagine that the speaker will talk to us like one of his friends. he even tells to the people that we are his friends. i utter to myself, if i would be given a chance to become one of the speaker...i like to be like him. his good speaker yet - his feet is always on the ground. he tackles so many topics but he never care of those people who staring at him with a question on the back of the mind...'why did mark brown talking to these kids?' ... in short, his humble.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11157674-111511303450257518?l=pinkyscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/111511303450257518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11157674&amp;postID=111511303450257518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11157674/posts/default/111511303450257518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11157674/posts/default/111511303450257518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyscorner.blogspot.com/2005/05/discon.html' title='discon'/><author><name>pinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14367602090341352344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j97/pinkykang/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11157674.post-111510653135284491</id><published>2005-04-28T03:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T15:48:51.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ang sarap...</title><content type='html'>kagabi ang gabi na pinaka hihintay ko...dinner with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang sarap, kapag kasama mo ang mga taong maituturing mong kayamanan.&lt;br /&gt;ang sarap, kapag ang usapan ay problema pero ang ending tawanan.&lt;br /&gt;ang sarap, kapag nag-a-asaran pero sa huli kayo padin ang magkakasama.&lt;br /&gt;ang sarap, kapag sa gitna ng pag-uusap ay binabalikan ninyo kung pano nga pala kayo naging mag-kaibigan o nagkakilala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at higit sa lahat sa gitna ng pagsasama, problema, pag-uusap ay may nakahain sa lamesa na pagkain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang sarap kumain sa wendy's...dahil... "its the best time for wendy's".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11157674-111510653135284491?l=pinkyscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/111510653135284491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11157674&amp;postID=111510653135284491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11157674/posts/default/111510653135284491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11157674/posts/default/111510653135284491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyscorner.blogspot.com/2005/04/ang-sarap.html' title='ang sarap...'/><author><name>pinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14367602090341352344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j97/pinkykang/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11157674.post-111510524604799823</id><published>2005-04-21T03:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T15:34:40.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gastro enteritis</title><content type='html'>ouch! my stomach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was the word i utter everytime my stomach is in pain...it all started when i was young. i am always at the doctors place whenever im in pain. my stomach is sensitive when it comes to food that i am eating, my mom always telling me to pick the right food. it shouldnt be oily, salty, sour...huh?! what they want me to eat were foods that does not have taste at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, this day i was on leave...actually, that was yesterday (because i dont have internet at home)...it is because of my sensitive stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a chance to watch my sassy girl (again) and i would like to thank beej for providing a vcd copy of this movie (kahit may bayad....hehehhe...pero presyong kaibigan po ito....) i had a chance to get the phrase (tama ba ako?) ...it says, "its building bridge of chance for your love"... oh! di ba? sentimental ang dating?!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also want to thank the director, the cast, the staff and most of all the writer of this movie...i feel that i am on famas today...hehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;panoorin nyo! d' best talaga ang movie! ang galing ni..... chinese ang sulat eh... di ko mabasa dahil hindi ako marunong bumasa ng sulat ng mga chinese....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11157674-111510524604799823?l=pinkyscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/111510524604799823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11157674&amp;postID=111510524604799823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11157674/posts/default/111510524604799823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11157674/posts/default/111510524604799823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyscorner.blogspot.com/2005/04/gastro-enteritis.html' title='gastro enteritis'/><author><name>pinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14367602090341352344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j97/pinkykang/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11157674.post-111364570512606521</id><published>2005-04-17T02:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T12:20:12.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>long lost friend</title><content type='html'>today i will be going to meet lani...a friend of mine since college...ang dami na naming pinagsamahan nitong taong ito...marami din syang tinuro sa akin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"tara!baraha tayo!", "what are we gonna play?unggoy-unggoyan?" (this game is very known when you are playing the cards)...that was a conversation with my friends five or six years ago and take note, we are playing cards in the classroom but of course if we have break or free time only...those were the days....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kidding aside, lanie is so matured when it comes to problems of life. she's always there to listen and give you advises that will help you realize that life is fair if you'll be an optimistic person or see the positive side of life can bring. she doesnt have boyfriend that time but when she give her opinion/comment on the situation of a friend, you'll feel that she already have experienced it but when you'll ask her - she is just like me..."nbsb"....No Boyfriend Since Birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she is like an elder sister to me, though she is a month younger than my age. her house becomes mine and my house becomes her home. whenever we have an activity in school and might go home late, she will never hesitate to offer her house (since i live in timbuk3 - valenzuela and our school is at sta mesa manila) coz its to dangerous for me to go home late, i'll stay/sleep over to their house.  many times if she wants to spend the night at our house i will always say "the door is always open for you".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nakakamiss talaga ang dating kaibigan...ako kasi yung tipo ng tao na talagang tine-treasure ang kaibigan. i always make sure that my time will adjust for my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a week ago, she is always on my mind...then i've learned that she is pregnant. i am truly happy for her because her womb is carrying a baby now which in a little time will see the world that we are seeing right now and soon will see her beautiful mother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11157674-111364570512606521?l=pinkyscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/111364570512606521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11157674&amp;postID=111364570512606521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11157674/posts/default/111364570512606521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11157674/posts/default/111364570512606521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyscorner.blogspot.com/2005/04/long-lost-friend.html' title='long lost friend'/><author><name>pinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14367602090341352344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j97/pinkykang/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11157674.post-111268864684774020</id><published>2005-04-06T07:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T16:14:30.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>edster canteen</title><content type='html'>sobraaaaaang....sarrrraaaaaap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sabi nila madumi daw ang kumain sa mga carinderia or kainan sa tabi-tabi...pero para sa akin, food there is very great and yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to edster canteen, here at ati. we had our lunch there, they have an excellent and fast service, i even not think that they are only a carinderia. they satisfied me with what they've done. the place? its too hot outside, however, temperature inside edster canteen (they dont have aircon). the food? sooooo, sarrraaaap. their specialty is barbecue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;barbecue - malambot (mukhang pinalambot muna nila bago minarinate at niluto), taste (hindi ko mapaliwanag sa sarap) siguro naman tamang paliwanag na yung nag-order pa ulit ako (pati si mami kateh, nag-order din), price (hahahha....sa sobrang laki nung barbecue, 12 pesos lang ang isang stick, to think na 5 pisces of sliced pork yung nasa isang stick).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tara na! kain tayo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11157674-111268864684774020?l=pinkyscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/111268864684774020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11157674&amp;postID=111268864684774020' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11157674/posts/default/111268864684774020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11157674/posts/default/111268864684774020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyscorner.blogspot.com/2005/04/edster-canteen.html' title='edster canteen'/><author><name>pinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14367602090341352344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j97/pinkykang/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11157674.post-111266377699151661</id><published>2005-04-06T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T13:09:07.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another day at ingate booth3</title><content type='html'>another day of being an ingate personel at ingate booth3. we'll be at ptb/rrts tomorrow 'til friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are now at ingate booth3 (ati) with che2 (niece of cts)...she's nice, accommodating and friendly...she's also fun to be with coz she has lots of experience here at ingate (booth3) which she shares to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;il update you later, what will be our journey in this booth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, yah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11157674-111266377699151661?l=pinkyscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/111266377699151661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11157674&amp;postID=111266377699151661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11157674/posts/default/111266377699151661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11157674/posts/default/111266377699151661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyscorner.blogspot.com/2005/04/another-day-at-ingate-booth3.html' title='another day at ingate booth3'/><author><name>pinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14367602090341352344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j97/pinkykang/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11157674.post-111234687204060282</id><published>2005-04-02T09:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T17:15:13.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new found friend</title><content type='html'>habang hinihintay si leah guia...may bagong ingate specialist akong nakilala...&lt;br /&gt;* kaya nyang lumipad na parang hero&lt;br /&gt;* kaya nyang mag-sulsi&lt;br /&gt;* kaya nyang manakot (gaya ng ginawa nya sa amin)&lt;br /&gt;* at kaya mo syang ilaban sa kagaya nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess who??? guess what???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isa syang malaki-laking gagamba na may payat at mahahabang paa.hehehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11157674-111234687204060282?l=pinkyscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/111234687204060282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11157674&amp;postID=111234687204060282' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11157674/posts/default/111234687204060282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11157674/posts/default/111234687204060282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyscorner.blogspot.com/2005/04/new-found-friend.html' title='new found friend'/><author><name>pinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14367602090341352344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j97/pinkykang/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11157674.post-111234489968160287</id><published>2005-04-02T08:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T16:42:14.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>april fools day</title><content type='html'>update after my 25th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* last march 20 i went to mami kateh's house to get "lays", she is a 2month old puppy...she's so cute. she is just 3days in our house and she seem so intelligent because she did a lot of tricks already...my mom told me that she knows how to ask for food by biting her foodplate and she will drop it to make noise so that everybody will look at her and notice that she is starving for food, she also knew how to shake hands, most of all she knows how to open the door and where to "pupu".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* from march 21 'til today i am on an immersion activity wherein i am base at pier 18 north harbor...its sooo hot in here, but the people in here are warm and harmless and cool. last wednesday keneth co, a friend of mine (whose weight 225lbs, height 6') started to tickle me until i cant breathe...when he went to the comfort room, mami kateh hid his notebook (which is so important to him) then he went out and looked for it, unfortunately he thought i was the culprit, he started to tickle me again knowing that i am very ticklish. he lifted me and placed me on the window (pier18 operation office 3rd/floor) while i was sitting there he attempted to push me over the window, i thought i will fall that made me cry...i really cried. kenneth tried to woo me with jokes and promises never to do what he just did.... he even offered to bring us to times plaza. i just told sir tony "sir tony, wag mong i-re-release yung mga bigas ni kenneth", and "kenneth, bilog ang mundo"....hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* i had a meeting with my 2 tropakitopits (onin and kuya ford), its all about our outing this summer in celebration to the members of tropakitopits who celebrated and will be celebrating his/her birthday. i was so happy because we got many places to choose from. they are even teasing me why we cant do it on april9? is it because my asmira friends is more important than them???.... of course not! i told them tropakitopits and asmira friends are both important to me, it just happened that we had our plan since january that we are going out on april9...the minutes of the meeting was sent to our social coordinator (ella) to inform the rest of the members of the tropakitopits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* today is our last day for ingate immersion and will be assigned to pier15 ingate next week, but tomorrow is a....i dont know if we will be happy or sad. we'll keep you posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* we (my asmira friends) are going to watch "the pacifier" tomorrow, starring...the ever gentlemaniest and happiest and hunkiest man of my dreamiest....vin diesel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11157674-111234489968160287?l=pinkyscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/111234489968160287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11157674&amp;postID=111234489968160287' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11157674/posts/default/111234489968160287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11157674/posts/default/111234489968160287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyscorner.blogspot.com/2005/04/april-fools-day.html' title='april fools day'/><author><name>pinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14367602090341352344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j97/pinkykang/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11157674.post-111095489980957939</id><published>2005-03-16T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T15:56:46.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its my birthday!</title><content type='html'>it was 16th day of march 1980 around 3:25pm at marulas, valenzuela city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a pregnant woman shouted, "she's coming! the baby wants to get out of my womb! daddy call the doctor!" after she gave birth, the beaming father said, "how beautiful and pinkish she is"...her name will be 'benilda'...huh?!...sounds vague?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this baby grew with much love, trust and respect given by her family. her parents always told her that the only treasure they can give her is education. they are not a well known family - just an average family who believes that GOD is center of the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she studied well, because just like any other ordinary girl, she has ambitions, dreams and goals in life... one of those is to help her brothers, sisters and parents. she has faced many problems and trials, by the help and guidance of the LORD she survived. she became a better, stronger person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever she encounters difficulties of life she would always go to Tayuman, others think that there is a guy waiting for her...but what they dont know, she goes to the place where her heart feels peace...its a place they call - Sto. Kristo Parish Church. she also asks ST. CLARE to help her in times of dire need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, twenty five years has passed...she still lives by the principles of love, trust and respect her parents taught her... she is now even more ready to face life head on, with much anticipation of what it has to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now you know who is benilda and who is pinky is. that behind those two names lies a child-like individual, who loves and lives life to the fullest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11157674-111095489980957939?l=pinkyscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/111095489980957939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11157674&amp;postID=111095489980957939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11157674/posts/default/111095489980957939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11157674/posts/default/111095489980957939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyscorner.blogspot.com/2005/03/its-my-birthday.html' title='its my birthday!'/><author><name>pinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14367602090341352344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j97/pinkykang/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11157674.post-111019281532475270</id><published>2005-03-07T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T18:53:35.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>buddy</title><content type='html'>sunday! time for family and going to church, they are soo precious to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe, but this day is also a day for my doggie, his name is buddy his just a five month old but he seems like a 2years old dog...his big, ah not big...for me his huge! ive tried to find time and day for bonding with him and fortunately i did!...yesterday is the reality of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tie him then we went out for a walk, since his too fat he need an exercise so as his legs will not be deformed. when he finish removing vowel and pee we walk around again, until he saw a dog he tried to run and my hand was almost moved out to my shoulder...am happy because it didnt happened because if it does...i cannot update my blog anymore...how sad story is that...good thing that i have a courage and strength to pulled him back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am now having second thought if we will be having a bonding again...i should ask my brother to do that for me and walk along with them....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11157674-111019281532475270?l=pinkyscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/111019281532475270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11157674&amp;postID=111019281532475270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11157674/posts/default/111019281532475270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11157674/posts/default/111019281532475270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyscorner.blogspot.com/2005/03/buddy.html' title='buddy'/><author><name>pinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14367602090341352344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j97/pinkykang/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11157674.post-111001837381649461</id><published>2005-03-05T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T18:26:13.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friends</title><content type='html'>today is the day of reunion...my asmira friends and i will see each other again after 4days of being apart from each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ask them if they want to join me to watch "hitch" starring will smith...i felt sad because 2 of them were confirmed of being with me...everybody, has their own 'lakad'...anyways, i still have my sister ellen and leah... :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11157674-111001837381649461?l=pinkyscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkyscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/111001837381649461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11157674&amp;postID=111001837381649461' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11157674/posts/default/111001837381649461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11157674/posts/default/111001837381649461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkyscorner.blogspot.com/2005/03/friends.html' title='friends'/><author><name>pinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14367602090341352344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j97/pinkykang/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11157674.post-110967226796662392</id><published>2005-03-01T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T17:46:59.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the secret of happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;as the saying goes...."the secret of happinnes is to see all the marvels of the world, and never to forget the drops of oil on the spoon"....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;for me the secret of happinnes is....ASMIRA, because here i discovered - working is not becoming workaholic, have wrinkles and stressful day BUT it is having a happy atmosphere in your work station, with your co-employees/bosses and most of all with what you are doin'...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;there are many pressures in asmira but my co-employee are there to help me and now i consider them as my friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;gaining weight from 84lbs to 100lbs can be a curse to other people but for me its a miracle...thanks to asmira and to the people behind it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 211px; HEIGHT: 275px" height="275" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/kateshky/pinkai.jpg" width="229" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;oh diba?!..tuwang-tuwa!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11157674-110967226796662392?l=pinkyscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' 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