<?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-28470657</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:20:05.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Time To See Things My Way</title><subtitle type='html'>...you're gunna love me anyway =)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>kat's corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088762399733411787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/1656317571229l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>141</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28470657.post-3228437182846736894</id><published>2008-12-31T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T18:23:25.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving 2008...</title><content type='html'>2008 passed by in a blur...but before it leaves us completely, I would like to make a shout out to all the people that made my 2008 a meaningful one:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;to all the people I've hurt and wronged, I AM VERY VERY SORRY....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;to all those who have helped me during my trials, THANK YOU VERY MUCH for all the support, kind words of encouragement and for always telling me to stand for what I believe in.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;to all those who have wronged me one way or another, I FORGIVE YOU...hopefully when we see each other in 2009, we could exchange sincere hi's and hello's...we don't need to be friends...let's just all be Christians and live life with no grudges in our hearts.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;to my friends, THANK YOU for all the laughter, tears, disappointments, alcohol and kwentuhan...I know I haven't been there that much this year and I thank you for all the understanding and acceptance. Our distance will never ever tear us apart.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;to my family, THANK YOU for always being by my side despite my quirks. I LOVE YOU and I wish each of you GOOD HEALTH and BLESSINGS not just this next year but for the years to come...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;to the LOVE OF MY LIFE...thank you for being the greatest part of my 2008! thank you for never letting go as we ride this rollercoaster that we call life.. I can't wait for more years of togetherness with you...I LOVE YOU....&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28470657-3228437182846736894?l=mygurlkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/feeds/3228437182846736894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28470657&amp;postID=3228437182846736894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/3228437182846736894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/3228437182846736894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/2008/12/leaving-2008.html' title='Leaving 2008...'/><author><name>kat's corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088762399733411787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/1656317571229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28470657.post-4682750952938263729</id><published>2008-11-13T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T16:17:28.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis The Season For a Starbucks Protest!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;December is time for collecting stickers for the long awaited Starbucks Planner...Tis is also the season that I get to savor my ultimate favorite coffee drink, PEPPERMINT MOCHA...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I was at my utter disgust when I rushed to Starbucks yesterday, super excited to get my first dose of Peppermint Mocha when they told me that it's not available anymore!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;WTF?!? Starbucks just broke a lot of people's hearts... Bring back my PEPPERMINT MOCHA!!! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.katmendiola.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SRviGAoKCrIAAFL@RxM1/peppermint-mocha.jpg?et=GWF87U3EB8snCWF7p9EWAw&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28470657-4682750952938263729?l=mygurlkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/feeds/4682750952938263729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28470657&amp;postID=4682750952938263729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/4682750952938263729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/4682750952938263729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/2008/11/tis-season-for-starbucks-protest.html' title='Tis The Season For a Starbucks Protest!!'/><author><name>kat's corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088762399733411787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/1656317571229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28470657.post-3868750159694910387</id><published>2008-10-31T05:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T09:24:30.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Friendster...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I am a member of way too many online networking sites...Priorities, priorities....&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Facebook is staying...so is Multiply...I haven't gone to Plurk in ages, and Friendster is overrated. MySpace is a waste of time, and Tagged is no different from Friendster, maybe suckier...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So goodbye to Friendster and the rest...I'm sure I won't miss you...if by next week, you log in and see that your friend list is down by 1, go figure...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28470657-3868750159694910387?l=mygurlkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/feeds/3868750159694910387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28470657&amp;postID=3868750159694910387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/3868750159694910387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/3868750159694910387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/2008/10/goodbye-friendster.html' title='Goodbye Friendster...'/><author><name>kat's corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088762399733411787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/1656317571229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28470657.post-5890015704391730385</id><published>2008-10-07T09:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T13:16:16.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Art of Silence...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I was browsing through some blogs and came accross an entry from Paulo Coelho. It speaks about how we fight our battles...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;it's not really about winning...what matters is how you fought the battle and how you made use of your strength...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE USE OF THE SWORD by Paulo Coelho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every time a sword is taken from its sheath, it must be used. It may serve to open up a path, help someone, or brush aside danger - but a sword is capricious and does not like having its blade exposed for no reason.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is why a warrior never makes threats. He may attack, defend himself, or retreat; each of these positions is part of the combat.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is not part of the combat is wasting the force of a blow, by talking about it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;A warrior is always aware of the movements of his sword. But he must never forget that the sword pays attention to his movements, too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was not made to be used through words.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;----------------------&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;...despite the turmoil, i am at peace...through silence, I have found true happiness...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28470657-5890015704391730385?l=mygurlkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/feeds/5890015704391730385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28470657&amp;postID=5890015704391730385' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/5890015704391730385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/5890015704391730385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/2008/10/art-of-silence.html' title='The Art of Silence...'/><author><name>kat's corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088762399733411787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/1656317571229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28470657.post-5284597109916424618</id><published>2008-09-16T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T19:19:04.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Curse Of The Birthday Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I really thought that this year would be different. Generally, I've been really happy the past few months and this has been witnessed by a lot of my friends and family...so i thought that I'd be spared this time.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It just hit me this afternoon....for no apparent reason, I was just down with the blues...again...the same feeling I get ever year, the week before my birthday. CRAP!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Is there any scientific explanation to this feeling? Is there a pill that can cure this icky downright crappy state? Let me know...you know where to find me...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Oh and for the first time in 30 something years, I won't be throwing a party...maybe next year...we'll see...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28470657-5284597109916424618?l=mygurlkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/feeds/5284597109916424618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28470657&amp;postID=5284597109916424618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/5284597109916424618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/5284597109916424618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/2008/09/curse-of-birthday-blues.html' title='The Curse Of The Birthday Blues'/><author><name>kat's corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088762399733411787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/1656317571229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28470657.post-8641119187378264406</id><published>2008-07-20T08:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T12:23:59.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight's Second Official Teaser Trailer</title><content type='html'>...reserved the fourth book already...and now, the second teaser is out...this is major torture!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="never"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PCHbGig30GM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed allowscriptaccess="never" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PCHbGig30GM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28470657-8641119187378264406?l=mygurlkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/feeds/8641119187378264406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28470657&amp;postID=8641119187378264406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/8641119187378264406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/8641119187378264406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/2008/07/twilight-second-official-teaser-trailer.html' title='Twilight&amp;#39;s Second Official Teaser Trailer'/><author><name>kat's corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088762399733411787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/1656317571229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28470657.post-6367207968562555196</id><published>2008-07-02T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T17:08:58.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something always brings me back to you....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Something always brings me back to you...It never takes too long. &lt;br&gt;No matter what I say or do I'll still feel you here 'til the moment I'm gone. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You hold me without touch...You keep me without chains. &lt;br&gt;I never wanted anything so much than to drown in your love and not feel your rain.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Set me free, leave me be. I don't want to fall another moment into your gravity. &lt;br&gt;Here I am and I stand so tall, just the way I'm supposed to be. &lt;br&gt;But you're on to me and all over me. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You loved me 'cause I'm fragile when I thought that I was strong. &lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But you touch me for a little while and all my fragile strength is gone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Set me free, leave me be. I don't want to fall another moment into your gravity. &lt;br&gt;Here I am and I stand so tall, just the way I'm supposed to be. &lt;br&gt;But you're on to me and all over me. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I live here on my knees as I try to make you see that you're everything I think I need here on the ground. &lt;br&gt;But you're neither friend nor foe though I can't seem to let you go. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The one thing that I still know is that you're keeping me down......&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Something always brings me back to you...It never takes too long. &lt;br&gt;No matter what I say or do I'll still feel you here 'til the moment I'm gone.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="never"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/wajbmhKhfm"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt; &lt;embed allowscriptaccess="never" src="http://media.imeem.com/m/wajbmhKhfm" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/nurinirdina/music/U6AGbzyC/sara_bareilles_gravity_accapella/"&gt;Gravity (accapella) - Sara Bareilles&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28470657-6367207968562555196?l=mygurlkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/feeds/6367207968562555196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28470657&amp;postID=6367207968562555196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/6367207968562555196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/6367207968562555196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/2008/07/something-always-brings-me-back-to-you.html' title='Something always brings me back to you....'/><author><name>kat's corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088762399733411787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/1656317571229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28470657.post-622283938831995861</id><published>2008-06-25T08:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T12:14:22.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music and Relationships: An Analogy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;My good friend and Freestyle's guitarist, Tat, once told me that relationships are like music. Most women often hurry towards the bridge of the song while they're still stepping into the verse. We skip so many beautiful lines and melodies because we simply can't wait.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Single girls my age probably commit that same mistake. Maybe it's the pressure of having to see all your friends who are married or engaged, or who just gave birth to their nth child. Maybe it's the age thing and we're almost past our deadline. But for some reason, we end up fastforwarding what we want out of our "meantime" moments and in return, we end up with meantime people...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I am currently at the intro of my song. The melody is kinda catchy at first and the words are full of cheese in it but I don't mind...I like this intro. I'm not sure how short or long this song is going to be but one thing's for sure...I'm definitely gunna take my time before the chorus starts slapping me on the face...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;...you were the wind that blew me down...you've clearly swept me off my feet and in my state of vertigo I can't look down...can't feel the ground so will you catch me...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28470657-622283938831995861?l=mygurlkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/feeds/622283938831995861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28470657&amp;postID=622283938831995861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/622283938831995861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/622283938831995861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/2008/06/music-and-relationships-analogy.html' title='Music and Relationships: An Analogy'/><author><name>kat's corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088762399733411787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/1656317571229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28470657.post-3982378078769829122</id><published>2008-06-11T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T15:24:05.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Stop This Thing We Started..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Lucas Scott is wise for his age (well, the writers of One Tree Hill are).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I can't help but rekindle one of their episodes...this is for EVERYONE who is at their crossroads right now...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"There comes a time when every life goes off course. In this desperate moment, you must choose your direction. Will you fight to stay on path? Will others tell you who you are? Or will you label yourself? Will you be haunted by your choice? Or will you embrace your new path? Each morning you choose to move forward or simply give up."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"There comes a time when every life goes off course. In this desperate moment who will you be? Will you let down your defenses, and find solace in someone unexpected? Will you reach out? Will you face your greatest fear bravely? And move forward with faith. Or will you succumb to the darkness in your soul?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28470657-3982378078769829122?l=mygurlkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/feeds/3982378078769829122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28470657&amp;postID=3982378078769829122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/3982378078769829122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/3982378078769829122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/2008/06/can-stop-this-thing-we-started.html' title='Can&amp;#39;t Stop This Thing We Started..'/><author><name>kat's corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088762399733411787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/1656317571229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28470657.post-4096677797986734746</id><published>2008-06-05T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T17:14:25.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Season Enders....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I’m having another Jerry Maguire moment right now. So many things are lurking in my brain and I just need to write them all here before they get lost in the other million parodies and clichés swimming around every minute of everyday in my head. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I hate season enders…instead of happy endings, they give you dark and twisted cliff-hangers that make you think about your own life. Are we always gunna be stuck at the end of a cliff? &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I think I’m now starring in my very own season ender. I still don’t know how this story is going to end...but I sure have a great kick-ass theme song for it…. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;…changed my mind…I don’t feel like writing anymore…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="never"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/TJijSME9yk/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt; &lt;embed allowscriptaccess="never" src="http://media.imeem.com/m/TJijSME9yk/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/xxxshinahxxx/music/Cff7P-zB/marie_digby_unfold/"&gt;Unfold - Marie Digby&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28470657-4096677797986734746?l=mygurlkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/feeds/4096677797986734746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28470657&amp;postID=4096677797986734746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/4096677797986734746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/4096677797986734746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/2008/06/season-enders.html' title='Season Enders....'/><author><name>kat's corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088762399733411787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/1656317571229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28470657.post-4968028410006188745</id><published>2008-06-03T09:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T13:35:58.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>S-T-U-P-I-D!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;stupid&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; person, no different from any other &lt;strong&gt;stupid&lt;/strong&gt; person, wanders into your &lt;strong&gt;stupid&lt;/strong&gt; life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I hate love.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I love Neil Gaiman for this.................&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28470657-4968028410006188745?l=mygurlkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/feeds/4968028410006188745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28470657&amp;postID=4968028410006188745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/4968028410006188745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/4968028410006188745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/2008/06/s-t-u-p-i-d.html' title='S-T-U-P-I-D!!!!!'/><author><name>kat's corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088762399733411787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/1656317571229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28470657.post-8064558853038082424</id><published>2008-05-12T08:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T12:55:16.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Mourning...</title><content type='html'>...everything will be back to the way it was...wish it was that easy...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font style="font-style: italic;" face="Trebuchet MS, Verdana, Arial" size="-1"&gt;Would you catch me if I fall out of what I fell in &lt;br&gt;Don't be surprised if I collapse down at your feet again &lt;br&gt;I don't want to run away from this &lt;br&gt;I know that I just don't need this&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;--Somewhere In Between (Lifehouse) &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28470657-8064558853038082424?l=mygurlkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/feeds/8064558853038082424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28470657&amp;postID=8064558853038082424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/8064558853038082424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/8064558853038082424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/2008/05/monday-mourning.html' title='Monday Mourning...'/><author><name>kat's corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088762399733411787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/1656317571229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28470657.post-7130635903323101246</id><published>2008-04-30T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T00:36:03.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Believing in the law of attraction...</title><content type='html'>Have you ever read "The Secret"? Do you actually believe that it really works? That a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;person's thoughts, emotions and beliefs cause a change in the physical world that attracts positive or negative experiences that corresponds to the aforementioned thoughts,  with or without the person taking action to attain such experiences&lt;/span&gt; (Wikipedia)?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Do you actually believe that you have the power to create your destiny by simply thinking of it and wishing for it with all your heart?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I tried it and believe me, it's not a piece of cake...especially when people with negative thoughts surround you all the time...when situations cause you to think that sometimes, this day isn't going very well...traffic sucks, you're late and you can't find a parking space, money is never enough, yadayadayada...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But it helped me somehow...it helped me see the positive side of things. It helped me become more patient towards waiting for different outcomes in different kinds of situations. It helped me become hopeful. It helped me believe that this universe is one beautiful place to live in.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As usual, I was catching up on my One Tree Hill and the last scene of this particular episode struck me....I guess I'm in the right track after all....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;How about you?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="ljcmt163267"&gt;"Make a wish and place it in your heart. &lt;br&gt;Anything you want. &lt;br&gt;Everything you want. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Do you have it? &lt;br&gt;Good. &lt;br&gt;Now believe it can come true. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You never know where the next miracle is going to come from, the next smile, the next wish come true. &lt;br&gt;But if you believe that it's right around the corner and you open your heart and mind to the possibility of it, &lt;br&gt;To the certainty of it, &lt;br&gt;You just might get the thing your wishing for. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The world is full of magic. &lt;br&gt;You just have to believe in it. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So make your wish. &lt;br&gt;Do you have it? &lt;br&gt;Good. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Now believe in it...with all your heart."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ljcmt163267"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;good night everybody!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28470657-7130635903323101246?l=mygurlkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/feeds/7130635903323101246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28470657&amp;postID=7130635903323101246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/7130635903323101246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/7130635903323101246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/2008/04/believing-in-law-of-attraction.html' title='Believing in the law of attraction...'/><author><name>kat's corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088762399733411787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/1656317571229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28470657.post-7011075032591859762</id><published>2008-04-24T09:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T13:58:22.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Quest For Sanity</title><content type='html'>They say that sanity is the ability to tell what's real from unreal. Some say that sanity is one cozy lie. Others say that it is a madness put to good use.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Whatever it means, I think everyone needs their own dose of sanity. Amidst all the problems that people are facing...amidst the termoil...amidst the hatred, the poverty, the corruption, the complexities that we call life...we need to feel sane amidst the insanity.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I need my dose of sanity. I need my chill pill. I just wanna die for a moment and experience heaven. Just for awhile...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Be Right Back. I'm on my way to my quest for sanity.... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;......before it's too late.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28470657-7011075032591859762?l=mygurlkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/feeds/7011075032591859762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28470657&amp;postID=7011075032591859762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/7011075032591859762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/7011075032591859762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/2008/04/quest-for-sanity.html' title='The Quest For Sanity'/><author><name>kat's corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088762399733411787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/1656317571229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28470657.post-7387172112130095983</id><published>2008-03-10T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T15:00:13.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Best Friend's Golden Ticket...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...I'm so proud of my best friend....this is just the beginning...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://katmendiola.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R9TbcgoKCrIAAHb6nyA1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.katmendiola.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R9TbcgoKCrIAAHb6nyA1/Kat088.jpg?et=InQPXrtNuaZBR2v%2Bty8MBw&amp;nmid=" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Hollywood" Week starts at March 14...Good luck!!! I love you twin!!&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28470657-7387172112130095983?l=mygurlkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/feeds/7387172112130095983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28470657&amp;postID=7387172112130095983' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/7387172112130095983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/7387172112130095983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-best-friend-golden-ticket.html' title='My Best Friend&amp;#39;s Golden Ticket...'/><author><name>kat's corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088762399733411787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/1656317571229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28470657.post-3201043018027332713</id><published>2008-03-05T12:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T17:54:46.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So close to reaching that famous happy end......</title><content type='html'>This is the perfect movie for people who have been cynical about living in a world with a "happily ever after".&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;For those who have been blinded by doubt and who have been afraid of wanting to trust in the magic of love, I suggest that you see this movie. I'm not saying that the film will wash your fears away. But just for a moment, maybe, just maybe, it'll make you think that happy endings might still exist.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Maybe...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anyway, I'm glad that one of my favorite songs from the movie was nominated as Best Song in a Motion Picture.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span id="shoutouttxt" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; font-style: italic;"&gt;We’re so close to reaching that famous happy end and almost believing this was not pretend...let’s go on dreaming for we know we are so close and still so far...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="shoutouttxt" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object height="325" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name='allowScriptAccess' value='never'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/v/s7L3TPhAhy/aus=false/pv=2"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed allowscriptaccess='never' src='http://media.imeem.com/v/s7L3TPhAhy/aus=false/pv=2' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' allowfullscreen='true' height='325' width='400'&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28470657-3201043018027332713?l=mygurlkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/feeds/3201043018027332713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28470657&amp;postID=3201043018027332713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/3201043018027332713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/3201043018027332713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/2008/03/so-close-to-reaching-that-famous-happy.html' title='So close to reaching that famous happy end......'/><author><name>kat's corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088762399733411787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/1656317571229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28470657.post-4442378498103855054</id><published>2008-02-26T07:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T12:38:58.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He Doesnt' Love You Enough...</title><content type='html'>   &lt;div id="item_body" class="bodytext" author="catholicschoolgirl" author_possessive="catholicschoolgirl's"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10.5pt; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode';"&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;Disclaimer: I did not write this piece. But it's just so inspiring that I decided to post it here. It's Ivy's fault. Haha! Anyway, this is for all my girlfriends..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bato bato sa langit, tamaan ay 'wag magalit....sige, di na ko magagalit.. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;He calls, he tells me he misses me, asks me out often, is relentlessly sweet and thoughtful. I am always on cloud nine and unapologetically unable to wipe the grin off my face. I am in love with him and although he hasn't said so yet, I am sure he loves me back. Herein lies the tragedy.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10.5pt; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode';"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10.5pt; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode';"&gt;With men, until he hasn’t asked you to be his girlfriend, you are not on safe ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10.5pt; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode';"&gt; No matter how few the minutes are between his text messages or his phone calls, even if he has tried to hold your hand, carefully picked off the eyelash from under your eye, and wiped the crumb that was perched on your upper lip, assume that he just wants to be friends. Assume otherwise and you’ll be in for a great big heartbreak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10.5pt; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10.5pt; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode';"&gt;When faced with the same given in the same situation, no matter where they come from, they will all do the same thing. Enter the questions women love to ask:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10.5pt; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10.5pt; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode';"&gt;(1) Why hasn’t he called me the past few days?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10.5pt; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode';"&gt;(2) If he likes being with me so much, why doesn't he leave his girlfriend/wife for me?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10.5pt; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10.5pt; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode';"&gt;There is just one answer to all these questions: he doesn’t love you enough.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10.5pt; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode';"&gt;He hasn’t left his girlfriend or his wife for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: maroon; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode';"&gt;Sometimes men are looking for icing on the cake in the form of a woman friend who plugs in all the gap that his better half cannot fill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10.5pt; color: blue; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10.5pt; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode';"&gt;She is usually somebody with slightly different qualities than his mate. He enjoys being with her, calls her all the time, consults with her about life-altering decisions but does not really come out and make a decision about who he wants to be with simply because he is in a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: maroon; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode';"&gt;“safe place."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10.5pt; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode';"&gt;He has the best of both worlds and doesn’t need to make a choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10.5pt; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode';"&gt; If he hasn’t left her for you yet, chances are, &lt;u&gt;he won’t&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;b style=""&gt;Telltale signs: she is still his priority. &lt;/b&gt;When she calls and asks him to pick her up, he hurriedly finishes his meal and tells you that he has to go. When you ask him out on days when he has to take her home, he’ll say he can’t.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10.5pt; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10.5pt; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode';"&gt;You notice that you are only together when his schedule permits it and when seeing you don’t conflict with his time with her. You get the crumbs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10.5pt; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10.5pt; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode';"&gt;This kind of arrangement only tells you that he doesn’t love you enough to forsake his girlfriend for you. If he takes a chance by leaving her for you, you’re sure that he loves you. Most men would stay with the safe, the tried and tested over risking everything. It takes a lot for them to, believe me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10.5pt; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10.5pt; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode';"&gt;Obviously, you don’t want to be second best or the pangtawid-gutom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10.5pt; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode';"&gt;Find someone who will make you his only priority. Although they pretend and seem otherwise, men are not idiots when it comes to matters of the heart. They know full well what they want out of the relationship. They do not need to be rescued by you. They don’t need hints, carefully crafted text messages or highway billboards that promise them a bed of roses with you. If they really like you, they will do anything to get you to like them back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10.5pt; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10.5pt; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode';"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="times, times new roman, serif" size="2"&gt;***author unknown***&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;     &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28470657-4442378498103855054?l=mygurlkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/feeds/4442378498103855054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28470657&amp;postID=4442378498103855054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/4442378498103855054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/4442378498103855054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/2008/02/he-doesnt-love-you-enough.html' title='He Doesnt&amp;#39; Love You Enough...'/><author><name>kat's corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088762399733411787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/1656317571229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28470657.post-601986751026209322</id><published>2008-02-20T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T01:03:38.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear..</title><content type='html'>Grey's Anatomy gave me so many words and lines to think about...subconsciously, most of the people who are avid viewers of the show live with the hope that these scripts or lines or narrations are true.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Two lines are running in my mind right now...one came from Izzie Stevens. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Just because people do horrible things, it doesn't always mean they're horrible people"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;..think about that. If YOU are reading this right now (I know you are coz you read my blogs..), I just want you to know that I don't think you're horrible. What you did or are doing may not be right but YOU will always have a choice and I know you'll do the right thing eventually.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"It's good to be scared. It means you still have something to lose" (Richard Webber)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;...I'm scared now. I'm scared of what the future will hold me. And I don't really know if this line is appropriate but it stung me awhile ago. I have so many fears right now. Shallow fears actually...fears that someday I will overcome...fears that will one day disappear because we simply get immuned to the thought of being afraid....until we become numb...until we realize that we may have lost something or someone...but we will live. Because there's nothing else we can do..but live.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;goodnight....&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28470657-601986751026209322?l=mygurlkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/feeds/601986751026209322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28470657&amp;postID=601986751026209322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/601986751026209322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/601986751026209322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/2008/02/fear.html' title='Fear..'/><author><name>kat's corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088762399733411787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/1656317571229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28470657.post-7207038656863376616</id><published>2008-02-14T06:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T11:54:36.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines Day Scrooge</title><content type='html'>Disclaimer: To those who don't want their Valentine spirit to be ruined. Do not read beyond this point.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I've never been a fan of this day. Actually, if I would choose a day to scrap out of the calendar, it would be the ever famous February 14. I don't mean to sound bitter just because I'm single. In fact, even when I was in a relationship, Valentines day was one of the days when my ex-boyfriend and I would pick a really big fight. So there. I should actually be thankful now that I am saved from the hassle of having to experience the long line of cues in the restos or having to do early reservations to whatever place I want to go to...or experience the heavy traffic jam (just because it's a payday week too and everybody -- single or in a relationship -- would want to celebrate their joy of love or lack of it). I am saved from the emotional stress of having to fight over the fact that men don't really like celebrating this day.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;For me, love should be celebrated everyday!! Don't you think so? So instead of moping around and spreading my hateful attitude towards this day to the people around me, I've decided to just treat this day as if it were just a normal day.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;To those who woke me up early in the morning just to greet me, thank you. I appreciate all the sweet stuff that some people sent me. But I hope you're not expecting any special attention today because I'd gladly give you a hug or a kiss or a sweet gesture anytime of the week, month or year...I promise!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And just to clear things up, I love falling in love!! I love the thought of one day telling him and showing him the kind of love that I'm capable of giving. Not just on Valentines Day but everyday of my existence. =)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So to those who are in love, who are out of love, who are hurt by love, and who are searching for love, I wish you not just a Happy Valentines Day but a happy life full of love that everybody deserves...&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28470657-7207038656863376616?l=mygurlkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/feeds/7207038656863376616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28470657&amp;postID=7207038656863376616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/7207038656863376616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/7207038656863376616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/2008/02/valentines-day-scrooge.html' title='Valentines Day Scrooge'/><author><name>kat's corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088762399733411787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/1656317571229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28470657.post-5182815477893072231</id><published>2008-02-11T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T20:43:42.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turning Into A Japanese Biker Chick..</title><content type='html'>  &lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am currently recuperating from a looong and tiring weekend. I hosted the Yamaha Evolution 2008 event at the Mall of Asia last Thursday until Sunday. Four days of heat, sweat, motorcycles, and Japanese immersion.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Let's backtrack a little bit: Uchi, Bamboo's gorgeous booking manager, gave me a call a few weeks back and asked me if I was available to host for simple event that didn't require that&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; much energy because it was mostly voice overs and repetitive spiels. Hmmm...the thought was very promising...voice overs for four days wasn't that bad, right? To make the long story short, I was endorsed to a guy named Jude and we closed the deal.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;8:30am, Thursday, I drove to Mall of Asia so I could reach the agreed calltime of 10:00am. Traffic was frikkin bad!! I was 15minutes late. Spiels weren't ready. The parking lot set-up was not yet done. The place was full of these dreaded motorcycles. I was wearing my red, 4-inch stilettos and I had to walk a kilometer to reach the agreed meeting place. This is just great.&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;11:00am, the Japanese bosses called for a meeting. This is the first time that I will be working with Japanese folks so I was a little intimidated and nervous. I heard that they had very high standards and they were the most hard-working and dedicated people in the planet. That made me all the more jittery. Introductions were made, and I had the chance to meet the people that I would be working with for the next four days.&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://katmendiola.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R7BBlQoKCrIAAEliGOY1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" src="http://images.katmendiola.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R7BBlQoKCrIAAEliGOY1/IMG_0144.JPG?et=uKK48UDl6cQ1rgwCR5U1yA&amp;nmid=" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;12noon. We officially opened the gates for the test ride and student riding activities. My spiels were basic and simple. All I needed to do was to invite everybody to come and visit the area and have a free test drive of the new motorcycle models.  I had to say those spiels every 15 minutes (except during the student riding sessions...I once forgot th&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;at the sessions have started, next thing I knew, 4 Japanese guys shushed me...it was kinda embarrassing)&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;Motorcycles. They've always brought shivers down my spine. I was never a motorcycle freak. For me, owning a motorcycle was inviting danger. It was mind-boggling for me to find almost a hundred people falling in line just to test drive a motorcycle....so, just to find out why a lot of people love the thrill and the action of riding something so dangerous, I decided to give it a try.  After 10 minutes of trying to keep my balance, and of mistaking the accelerator with the brakes, I decided to quit. I'll just stick to hosting.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://katmendiola.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R7BCCwoKCrIAAFhYFg41"&gt;&lt;img class="alignright" src="http://images.katmendiola.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R7BCCwoKCrIAAFhYFg41/02072008.jpg?et=qfttPUQWyaGMuCaedBnZPQ&amp;nmid=" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;7:00pm. We called it a day and started&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; packing up. I decided to hang at the new Pier One By The Bay first before going home. I didn't want to get stuck in a 2-hour traffic jam so I chatted with the owners and savored some bacon asparagus (try it, it's mouth-watering!!)&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; This branch was by far my favorite hang out place. It's right across the parking lot of the IMAX theater. Looove it!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I was dead tired. I thought voice overs were easy. I guess if you keep on saying the same things all over again a gazillion times a day under the frikkin heat, it really will make you tired.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Friday was easier. There were more people but we kinda got into the groove of the event so things went smoothly. I was amazed with how the Japanese worked. I had so much spare time observing the people around me and it was a really great experience for me to be working with these guys. For one, they were such neat freaks! They were so organized, and they followed the schedule by the dot. I was really impressed.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ogura, one of the bosses was the strictest..and funniest. It was him that I was trying to impress. By the end of the day, I was learning a lot about Japanese culture.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Saturday was the day of the Bamboo concert. I was tired as hell. But it was well worth it because by this time, the people that I've worked with for 2 whole days have become my friends already. They were really cool people. To cut the long story short, I stayed til the end of the concert.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://katmendiola.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R7BCfgoKCrIAAF69Cp81"&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" src="http://images.katmendiola.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R7BCfgoKCrIAAF69Cp81/katyamaha.jpg?et=4PRCDCrrLgCLiaAK2VQGnw&amp;nmid=" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I had a mixture of emotions last Sunday as I was driving to the Mall of Asia for my last day. Part of me was relieved because it's almost over. But part of me was also sad that this was going to be the last day that I'd be seeing the people that I've grown fond of. I'm gunna miss the guys with the Japanese accent telling me "miss, pris announce da nex sessiong en ter dem to fir up registrationg forngm!" I'm gunna miss the yosi breaks and the IMAX restrooms.  I'm gunna miss the motorcycles and the mishaps of the wannabe-bikers who pretend that they know how to ride a bike but end up hurting themselves and crashing the new Yamaha bikes. I'm gunna miss a particularly strange person who I grew fond of for the past four days....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm back to work now. But somehow, my four-day experience will remain in my brain for a looong time. Motorcycles don't make me queasy anymore. They give me a sense of euphoria. Because every time I see one now, I will forever remember the people and the experience of last weekend. =)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;P.S. ---&gt; I've created new memories with my favorite Starbucks White Chocolate Mocha. *wink*&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28470657-5182815477893072231?l=mygurlkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/feeds/5182815477893072231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28470657&amp;postID=5182815477893072231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/5182815477893072231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/5182815477893072231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/2008/02/turning-into-japanese-biker-chick.html' title='Turning Into A Japanese Biker Chick..'/><author><name>kat's corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088762399733411787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/1656317571229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28470657.post-6060075033099244711</id><published>2008-01-14T09:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T14:04:45.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>January The Thirteenth....</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Yesterday was January 13, 2008. Yesterday, I went to the cemetery to pay my respects to the death of my Tita's husband. The last time I went to a cemetery was January 13, 2007...the day that changed my life forever. That was the day Kim said goodbye and chose to be with someone else. Exactly a year after, I'm back to a place where I was torn in pieces...&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;The night before, I finally returned JohnPaul's skinny jeans. I wore that exact jeans the night when I found out about Kim. Exactly a year after, I returned the jeans to its rightful owner.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;It wasn't intentional. It was never planned: the jeans, the cemetery, and the dates....everything just dawned on me as I was seated beside my family during the wake.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;This is definitely one big sign. Exactly one year ago, the sky was dark and gloomy. But the rain didn't fall from the skies..they fell from my sad eyes. This year, at this exact moment, the sky is so bright, it feels like it's smiling at me. Is it fate? Perhaps a happy accident? Or maybe a freak chance? Whatever it is, I welcome this fortuity...&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28470657-6060075033099244711?l=mygurlkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/feeds/6060075033099244711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28470657&amp;postID=6060075033099244711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/6060075033099244711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/6060075033099244711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/2008/01/january-thirteenth.html' title='January The Thirteenth....'/><author><name>kat's corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088762399733411787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/1656317571229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28470657.post-1984334449034712574</id><published>2008-01-08T07:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T12:33:05.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you wanna know your personality?</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Read Anthony Dio's blog and I remembered taking this test (&lt;A href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx"&gt;http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx&lt;/A&gt;) a long time ago. For some reason, I decided to take it again. The results I got were totally different from the last time I took it. I guess your outlook in life really changes through the years....you become a better person...your views about relationships enter into a different level. I don't know if this is the real ME. I was also amazed as I was reading through the results...feel free to take the quz! =)&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;B&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN id=Label1&gt;Other people find you very interesting, but you are really hiding your true self. Your friends love you because you are a good listener. They'll probably still love you if you learn to be yourself with them.&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;B&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN id=Label2&gt;You are not looking merely for a girl/boyfriend - you are looking for your life partner. Perhaps you should be more open-minded about who you spend time with. The person you are looking for might hide their charm under their exterior.&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;B&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN id=Label3&gt;You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;B&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN id=Label4&gt;You are very serious about relationships and aren't interested in wasting time with people you don't really like. If you meet the right person, you will fall deeply and beautifully in love.&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;B&gt;Your views on education&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN id=Label5&gt;Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;B&gt;The right job for you:&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN id=Label6&gt;You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life.&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;B&gt;How do you view success:&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN id=Label7&gt;You are confident that you will be successful in your chosen career and nothing will stop you from trying.&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;B&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN id=Label8&gt;You are afraid of having no one to rely on in times of trouble. You don't ever want to be unable to take care of yourself. Independence is important to you.&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;B&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN id=Label9&gt;You are full of energy and confidence. You are unpredictable, with moods changing as quickly as an ocean. You might occasionally be calm and still, but never for long.&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28470657-1984334449034712574?l=mygurlkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/feeds/1984334449034712574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28470657&amp;postID=1984334449034712574' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/1984334449034712574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/1984334449034712574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/2008/01/do-you-wanna-know-your-personality.html' title='Do you wanna know your personality?'/><author><name>kat's corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088762399733411787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/1656317571229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28470657.post-1838258886362982682</id><published>2008-01-03T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T19:35:19.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To write or not to write....</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;I've been having writer's block for the past months. Either that or I've just been avoiding myself from blogging away because I know that I might end up writing things that I've been trying to keep buried in my head.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;For those who have been reading my entries, you are probably aware of how crappy my year went. It's frikkin unbelieveable how one miserable event took place after another. They say that everything comes in three's. Well, my problems came in fours, fives and sixes.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;But I'm still proud of myself. I'm proud because I would like to believe that I've handled stuff pretty well. Not as well as I expected but hey, I tried. And people who tried to put me down this year may have succeeded, but karma's gunna visit them one of these days. Hahaha!! So there. Good luck to you when karma makes its rounds to your door.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I went to Boracay the week before Christmas. It was a way for me to create new memories there. Before, Boracay made me think of having afternoon shakes at Jonah's with him..or of enjoying Happy Camper (the legendary Paraw ride) and basking under the sun with him..the frisbee games that we used to play or the parties that we'd go to every single night. Or the arguments under the bright moon, and then making up after by strolling by the beach HHWWPSSP &lt;EM&gt;(holding hands while walking pa-sway sway pa...hehehe!).&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;This last Boracay trip, I still remembered. I still got goosebumps whenever I passed by the places we went to. I had trips down memory lane whenever I gulped my Choco Banana Peanut. But it was a great experience because this time, I didn't think of anything or anybody but myself. I was able to have a great, relaxing massage without worrying if he's bored. I ate whatever food I wanted without thinking anymore if he'll like it too. I wore anything that I wanted to wear!!! The best part is, whenever I think about Boracay now, I think about this last trip where I was able to spend a great kick-ass vacation with family. I succeeded!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;My next goal is to change my number. I know I'm fine now. But I want to be great. I'm done with being just fine. I want to feel great! And I have to start by changing my number. I know you guys don't understand and I don't expect you to. But this is my way of totally leaving my past behind.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;2008 is here, whether I like it or not. I will not make any hopeful wishes of whatever anymore. I've done that last year and look at what it has done to me. I will still welcome 2008, but this time, I will just embrace whatever comes my way. Last year, my motto during the new year was, "bring it on"...this start of the year, I am hoping for a TRUCE. A truce from all the problems...a truce from the drama...a truce from all the gossips..a truce from my past. This year, I'm guna have a break. Watch me....&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;/EM&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28470657-1838258886362982682?l=mygurlkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/feeds/1838258886362982682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28470657&amp;postID=1838258886362982682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/1838258886362982682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/1838258886362982682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/2008/01/to-write-or-not-to-write.html' title='To write or not to write....'/><author><name>kat's corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088762399733411787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/1656317571229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28470657.post-4627062829406798425</id><published>2007-12-28T08:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T20:33:29.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And the winner goes to........</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Website of the year: &lt;/b&gt; Multiply and Facebook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person of the year:&lt;/b&gt; Trillanes!!!! Harry Potter!!!! ---&gt; coz I watched all 5 movies in a week and I still can't get enough...it's my sister's fault!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Couple of the year:&lt;/b&gt; the newlyweds, BJ and Ethel&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Night of the year: &lt;/strong&gt;no night can top January 13, 2007...that was the night when I received that horrible phone call and found out about the news that changed my life forever...CHWEH!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Trip Out of Town of the year:&lt;/b&gt; It's a tie between my Cam Sur trip (Sept. 14-16) and my Boracay trip (Dec 18-21)...wakeboarding, bamboo bonding, then my great boracay tan with my relatives...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Restaurant of the year: &lt;/strong&gt;Cafe Benissimo, Eastwood!!! Thanks to their 75-peso lunch meals with free iced tea and background music sung by fake singers..hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Game of the year: &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Zuma Deluxe and Prime Suspects&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Formal Event of the year:&lt;/b&gt; BJ and Ethel's Wedding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quote of the year:&lt;/b&gt; just received this quote yesterday but it really beat all the quotes I've read so far...it's from my favorite movie, CITY OF ANGELS:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000212/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maggie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;: Why do you wear the same clothes all the time? Why won't you give me your phone number? Are you married?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000115/"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Seth&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000212/"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Maggie&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Are you homeless?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000115/"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Seth&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000212/"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Maggie&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Are you a drummer? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;(bwahahahahaha!!!!)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Teacher of the year: &lt;/b&gt; my MOM!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gift of the year: &lt;/b&gt;it sounds cheesy but meeting new friends this 2007 is probably the best gift I've received this year.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Expense of the year: &lt;/b&gt;...paying for my brother's band for the wedding (it's not that I'm complaining that I paid that much...I just wasn't impressed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New hobby of the year: &lt;/strong&gt;Listening to Audio Books!!! Answering Surveys!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dessert of the year: &lt;/strong&gt;Dairy Queen's Rocky Road Blizzard!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dish of the year: &lt;/strong&gt;Mother's Day Paella (not that I really liked it...it just started an event that turned out to be one big joke...&lt;em&gt;with matching backround music: KWENG KWENG KWENG!!!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;House of the year:&lt;/strong&gt; Tita Beth and Tito Roy's house at LGV and Uchi's house that we now call THE PORCH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Party of the year: &lt;/strong&gt;my DIRTY THIRTY PARTY!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drink of the year: &lt;/strong&gt;COORS LIGHT!!!! Of coors!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mall of the year: &lt;/strong&gt;TRINOMA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haircut of the year: &lt;/strong&gt;Mariel Rodriguez' do (or Victoria Beckham's to the more shoshal people)...coz it seems like everybody wanted to have the same one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panalo picture of the year: &lt;/strong&gt;the Gretchen photos...and some of the pictures I took that I can't post!! bwahahahaha!!! as my neice, Mica would say, : &lt;em&gt;PATAY KAYONG LAHAT!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prof of the Year:&lt;/strong&gt; Professor Dumbledore...hahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleepover of the Year:&lt;/b&gt; I don't do sleepovers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scary movie of the Year: &lt;/strong&gt;Jinggoy's latest movie, Katas ng Saudi...SCARRRY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Movie of the Year: &lt;/strong&gt;Transformers!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Funny Film of the Year: &lt;/strong&gt;skip  muna...la ko maisip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot actor of the Year:&lt;/b&gt; Peter Petrelli!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hot Actress of the Year: &lt;/b&gt;The one in transformers...she was so hot I had a crush on her!! hahaha!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weight Loss of the Year: &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;definitely not me!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28470657-4627062829406798425?l=mygurlkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/feeds/4627062829406798425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28470657&amp;postID=4627062829406798425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/4627062829406798425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/4627062829406798425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/2007/12/and-winner-goes-to.html' title='And the winner goes to........'/><author><name>kat's corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088762399733411787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/1656317571229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28470657.post-1745990482172860390</id><published>2007-12-03T07:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T12:05:14.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NU RockAwards 2007...and the winners are.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV align=left&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://katmendiola.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R1N-yQoKCo8AACRopjI1"&gt; &lt;CENTER&gt; &lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;Out of the 15 awards that night, Bamboo had 10 nominations...and out of the 10, they grabbed 6 awards!!! Yahoo!!!!!&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;P&gt;Congratulations to you guys, especially to Nates...BASSIST OF THE YEAR!!! Wooohoooo!!! At loooong last my friend...I'm so proud of you...&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://katmendiola.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R1N-pgoKCo8AAB1nJwU1"&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddle src="http://images.katmendiola.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R1N-pgoKCo8AAB1nJwU1/nathan_colored.jpg?et=ewfIeeqTHMWVtU3IAAdvmA" border=0&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Vic, &lt;STRONG&gt;in my opinion&lt;/STRONG&gt;, DRUMMER OF THE YEAR should be yours and yours alone...hehehe!!!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddle src="http://images.katmendiola.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R1N-yQoKCo8AACRopjI1/DSC_0117.jpg?et=wkCzua%2CdqracmCsWj5Tr8w" border=0&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;KAAAAT!!!! Congratulations for winning VOCALIST OF THE YEAR!!! Is it sinking in already? I'm soooo proud of you!!! Mabuhay ang mga Kat!!! Hahahaha!!!!&lt;/P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://katmendiola.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R1N-@goKCo8AACPllxs1"&gt; &lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddle src="http://images.katmendiola.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R1N-@goKCo8AACPllxs1/1_860117944l.jpg?et=mxjyph%2CKR9bs5dPE6UV0SQ" border=0&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;Here is the complete list of winners:&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Best New Artist:                 Hilera&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Vocalist of the Year:         Kat Agarrado of SinoSikat?&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Guitarist of the Year:        Ira Cruz of Bamboo&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Bassist of the Year:          Nathan Azarcon of Bamboo&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Drummer/s of the Year:    Vic Mercado of Bamboo&lt;/STRONG&gt; and Mark Escueta of Rivermaya&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Best Live Act:                  Bamboo&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;In The Raw Award:           Reklamo&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Song of the Year:             "Will You Ever Learn" by Typecast&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Album of the Year:           "Moonlane Gardens" by Orange and Lemons&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Artist of the Year:             Bamboo&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Best Music Video:            "DVD-X" by Sandwich (Directed by Marie Jamora)&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Best Album Packaging:    Sarah Gaugler and Clementine for "Moonlane Gardens" (Orange and Lemons)&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Producer of the Year:        Lourd de Veyra and Francis de Veyra for "Tanginamo Ang Daming Nagugutom sa Mundo, Fashionista Ka Pa Rin"&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Listener's Choice Award:   Bamboo&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Hall of Fame Award:         Mike Villegas and Angelo Villegas&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Congratulations to all the winners!!!  Rakenrol!!!!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28470657-1745990482172860390?l=mygurlkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/feeds/1745990482172860390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28470657&amp;postID=1745990482172860390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/1745990482172860390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/1745990482172860390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/2007/12/nu-rockawards-2007and-winners-are.html' title='NU RockAwards 2007...and the winners are.....'/><author><name>kat's corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088762399733411787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/1656317571229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28470657.post-7390116883249775351</id><published>2007-11-23T10:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T15:21:22.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fake Smiles (Prentending that you're strong..)</title><content type='html'>&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://katmendiola.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R0Z-GQoKCo8AAELHZOY1"&gt; &lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddle src="http://images.katmendiola.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R0Z-GQoKCo8AAELHZOY1/for%20my%20girlfriends.jpg?et=jc1L4qAc4wZxoVSAL5%2BSIQ" border=0&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;...I have mastered the art so well...&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28470657-7390116883249775351?l=mygurlkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/feeds/7390116883249775351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28470657&amp;postID=7390116883249775351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/7390116883249775351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/7390116883249775351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/2007/11/fake-smiles-prentending-that-you-strong.html' title='Fake Smiles (Prentending that you&amp;#39;re strong..)'/><author><name>kat's corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088762399733411787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/1656317571229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28470657.post-896006520501374957</id><published>2007-10-28T12:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T16:37:38.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hitting Rock Bottom...</title><content type='html'>People try to look for their own kind of addiction...they chase after the feeling of being "high"...this may be due to a lot of reasons. But there's one evident reason why most people like that kind of feeling...it's because for that short moment, you tend to forget the mess that the real world is giving you...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm not just talking about drugs, booze, cigarettes or caffeine...there are so many kinds of addiction that can give you a feeling of euphoria...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Reality check...people who are addicted will always hit rock bottom at some point. The euphoria will die down...and we'll be back to where we started.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Why am I talking about this? Let's just say, I'm hitting rock bottom...don't ask, it's hard to explain...but you know what? I've never made this much sense in a long time...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;...I think I'm gunna buy myself new batteries for my pacemaker...I'm ready to breathe again...the cobwebs and dustmites are starting to bother me...i think i'm gunna have to schedule some spring cleaning this december...spring cleaning in december..hmm...sounds ironic...still makes sense to me...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-style: italic;"&gt;It's shocking how many kinds of addiction exist. It would be too easy if it were just drugs and booze and cigarettes. I think the hardest part of kicking a habit is wanting to kick it. I mean, we get addicted for a reason, right? Often, too often, things that start out as just a normal part of your life at some point cross the line to obsessive, compulsive, out of control. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;It's the high we're chasing, the high that makes everything else fade away....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-style: italic;"&gt;Still, they say you don't kick the habit until you hit rock bottom, but how do you know when you're there? Because no matter how badly a thing is hurting us, sometimes letting it go hurts even worse...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;(Meredith Grey)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28470657-896006520501374957?l=mygurlkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/feeds/896006520501374957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28470657&amp;postID=896006520501374957' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/896006520501374957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/896006520501374957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/2007/10/hitting-rock-bottom.html' title='Hitting Rock Bottom...'/><author><name>kat's corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088762399733411787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/1656317571229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28470657.post-6599601743556842727</id><published>2007-10-09T06:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T10:49:52.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Rantless" Thoughts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;To those who have been awaiting for my ranting moment, sorry but you won't find any today. &lt;EM&gt;(Awwwww....)&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;My mind has been preoccupied with "happy thoughts" lately...I'm back to never never land. I just realized that the small &lt;EM&gt;shallow&lt;/EM&gt; circumstances in our lives, when you sum them all up, make a big difference....&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;To hell with the gossips that you hear about you...to hell with people who take you for granted! Goodbye to all the friends who betrayed you! &lt;EM&gt;(oops...I think I ranted a little bit there...)&lt;/EM&gt; Let's try to see and uncover the small joys that really matter...&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Here's my list:&lt;/P&gt; &lt;UL&gt; &lt;LI&gt;I have finally given in to my sister's plea of watching the Harry Potter series with her. I ended up getting hooked. What enjoyed me the most is the time I spend with my sister. I love watching her get so engrossed with the movie even if she's seen and read the books over and over again. I wish you could see the sparkle in her eyes. It blows me away.&lt;/LI&gt; &lt;LI&gt;&lt;/LI&gt; &lt;LI&gt;Funny faces with friends. It's very contageous! Posing for the camera with your funniest face is such a fun thing to do! For that very short moment, it makes you feel like you're a child again. &lt;EM&gt;(I will post our latest funny faces with Freestyle soon!)&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/LI&gt; &lt;LI&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/LI&gt; &lt;LI&gt;Dancing alone in your room. It's a great cardio exercise, plus, you get to do whatever dance move you want to do without being embarrassed or conscious of yourself because no one is there to watch you! I've been doing it since last weekend. My favorite pick: Kanye West's latest album &lt;EM&gt;(clap clap to my brother for the download.)&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/LI&gt; &lt;LI&gt;&lt;/LI&gt; &lt;LI&gt;I was able to get a hold of those cheesy 70's and 80's love songs last night. These are the &lt;EM&gt;baduy&lt;/EM&gt; songs of this generation. But as my mom and I were listening to it last night, we couldn't help but give out a &lt;EM&gt;"haaay"&lt;/EM&gt; or an &lt;EM&gt;"awwww, i remember that song!!!" &lt;/EM&gt;It was like a trip down memory lane. Songs like Who's Holding Donna Now, Maybe This Time, Bluer Than Blue, Taxi Dancing, So Much In Love, What Do We Mean To Each Other, Very Special Love, Penny For Your Thoughts, Come What May, Hard Habit To Break...etc......On my way to work, I was listening to it and singing with it in the car. I was enjoying the moment so much that I didn't notice how bad the traffik was!&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;/UL&gt; &lt;P&gt;These simple joys make me forget the crappy moments in my life. These short but sweet moments make me realize that sometimes, if we want to search for happiness, we don't need to look far. It's just right in front of us. =)&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Have a great week friends!!!&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28470657-6599601743556842727?l=mygurlkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/feeds/6599601743556842727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28470657&amp;postID=6599601743556842727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/6599601743556842727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/6599601743556842727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/2007/10/thoughts.html' title='&amp;quot;Rantless&amp;quot; Thoughts...'/><author><name>kat's corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088762399733411787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/1656317571229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28470657.post-9209121632202122708</id><published>2007-10-04T09:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T13:35:08.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freud says.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;"unexpressed feelings will never die...they are buried alive and will come forth later in uglier ways..."&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;...lagot......&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28470657-9209121632202122708?l=mygurlkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/feeds/9209121632202122708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28470657&amp;postID=9209121632202122708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/9209121632202122708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/9209121632202122708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/2007/10/freud-says.html' title='Freud says.....'/><author><name>kat's corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088762399733411787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/1656317571229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28470657.post-6019122021031391518</id><published>2007-09-29T09:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T13:26:40.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sino Si Kat????</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="/photos/hi-res/upload/Rv3heAoKCl0AAHImfyw1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Met her finally (4 times in one day actually). It was just funny the way we were introduced and the way we started talking. We hit it right away coz maybe we have so many things in common. For one, we have the same name (duh!)...second, we're both singers (she's waaaay better though..haha!)...third, we came from the same management, and i was discovered by a band that she was part of before...galing no? =)&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://katmendiola.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/Rv3heAoKCl0AAHImfyw1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;It was funny coz while we were talking, when people would shout, "Kat!", we'd both look. Hahaha!! Then Kat would say, "eto talaga yung pwede mong sabihin na 'sino si kat??'"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://katmendiola.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/Rv3heAoKCl0AAHImfyw1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 242px;" class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.katmendiola.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/Rv3heAoKCl0AAHImfyw1/DSC00168.JPG?et=2Z18x1EzuSVHHAIFs3gPsg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28470657-6019122021031391518?l=mygurlkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/feeds/6019122021031391518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28470657&amp;postID=6019122021031391518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/6019122021031391518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/6019122021031391518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/2007/09/sino-si-kat.html' title='Sino Si Kat????'/><author><name>kat's corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088762399733411787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/1656317571229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28470657.post-2818571392622755186</id><published>2007-09-26T08:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T12:49:10.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A tap on the shoulders...</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;The thought of being 30 scared the hell out of me...&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Call it the "birthday blues"...call it anything you want...but I was just plain miserable. The funny thing was, the past few weeks were ok. No problems at home, work was busy but it was manageable, I was surrounded by great friends who made me laugh, plus I had a great long weekend with one of the greatest bands in the country...I should have been ecstatic!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I wasn't.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Don't get me wrong. I'm alone, but I'm not lonely. Empty? Hmm...maybe. Why? I really don't know.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I guess in a way, I felt useless. If you've been religiously reading my blogs, you'd know that I have this "messiah complex"...I have a need to save othe people. I want to be needed. That's just how I am. Especially with friends. Regardless of how tired I am, I try my best to be there for a friend...to at least listen or share some thoughts. For the past few months, it was me who needed saving. From what? I don't know!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;But God has a way of tapping you on the shoulder...a few weeks ago, I received some texts from some friends who have chanced upon by blogs. My blogs actually make a difference! The words and messages somehow touched their lives and made them realize a lot of things. One of my friends even said that she was longing to find someone to talk to about her problem but didn't know who to turn to until she read my blogs. I'm meeting her this week. =)&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;God is trying to tell me that in my own little way, without me knowing it, I am still helping people. I am still needed. Yey!!!!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I'm still trying to find ME...I'm still trying to answer the never-ending questions that have been occupying a large space in my brain..slowly but surely I will. Everyday, God is trying to tap me on the shoulder so that I could carefully fill up the void in my heart.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;There's more!!! Just as I was writing this blog, 3 of my officemates, approached me and asked me how I manage to come to the office with a good disposition all the time. They asked me how I manage to smile despite all the bad gossip I get from some people in the office.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I just smiled and said, &lt;EM&gt;"Pangit kasi ako pag nakasimangot eh."&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;They thanked me and said that my disposition was contagious. One even hugged me and said, &lt;EM&gt;"you're a good person."&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;God did it again. Thanks for the tap! =)&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28470657-2818571392622755186?l=mygurlkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/feeds/2818571392622755186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28470657&amp;postID=2818571392622755186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/2818571392622755186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/2818571392622755186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/2007/09/tap-on-shoulders.html' title='A tap on the shoulders...'/><author><name>kat's corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088762399733411787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/1656317571229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28470657.post-1089409905583820280</id><published>2007-09-01T11:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T15:07:05.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Sadness...</title><content type='html'>I've been pretty much protective of my heart lately. I haven't allowed anyone to enter just yet because I'm still scared of getting hurt...because of this, one of the guys that I hang out with described me as "uptight"...then he said, "I wish I knew you before your heart was torn into pieces.."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And maybe the reason why I entered into a relationship so soon after my heartache was because I settled. I told myself that this is better because I know that I wouldn't get hurt anymore if I didn't fall in love. I was right. I didn't get hurt. But I was more sad when I was with him than when I was alone. And it was unfair...truth is, I realized that I wasn't ready--to enter into a relationship, to fall in love, to get hurt again.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I don't think I'll ever be ready soon...but I guess at the back of my mind, I'm still looking forward to the thought of feeling giddy again and feeling the butterflies on my stomach and the goosebumps at the back of my neck...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;There are a few out there who are trying. And they're fine men. But I still am looking for someone who could tell me that they're worth the pain...that they're worth the sacrifice...I'm not looking for someone who'll promise me that they'll never hurt me or make me cry...let's face it folks..that is one big lie. Let's be realistic here...I'd rather go for a guy who'd make me cry but will make sure that he dries my tears and picks me up after each fall.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anyway, I got this text last night and I want to share it with you guys...after reading it, I didn't feel sad anymore...or maybe I still am, but I'm thankful that I'm feeling whatever I'm feeling right now.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In one episode of South Park, Stan found his friend Butters who just had his heart broken...sitting on a rain-soaked curb and in tears:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Butters: "Uh, well yeah, I'm sad, but at the same time I'm really happy that something could make me feel this sad. It's like..it makes you feel alive, you know...it makes you feel human. The only way i can feel this sad now is I felt something really good before...so i have to take the bad with the good..so I guess what I'm feeling is like a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;beautiful sadness&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28470657-1089409905583820280?l=mygurlkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/feeds/1089409905583820280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28470657&amp;postID=1089409905583820280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/1089409905583820280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/1089409905583820280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/2007/09/beautiful-sadness.html' title='Beautiful Sadness...'/><author><name>kat's corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088762399733411787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/1656317571229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28470657.post-3974724564518976917</id><published>2007-08-14T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T23:46:37.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Help Me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" name="intelliTxt" id="intelliTXT"&gt;"So what makes anger different from the six other deadly sins? It's pretty simple really. You give in to a sin like envy or pride, and you only hurt yourself. Try lust or coveting and you'll only hurt yourself and one or two others. But anger is the worst... the mother of all sins... Not only can anger drive you over the edge, when it does, you can take an awful lot of people with you." --Meredith Grey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span name="intelliTxt" id="intelliTXT"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm still wondering why there's too much anger in this world. There are times when I wish that all parents were like my parents. Maybe people would be better people. I'm not saying that I'm better than the rest. I'm no saint believe me. But I try to be good. And I know that destroying other people is not a skill that I learned.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I try my best to be a good person....but it's so hard if you're surrounded with anger, envy, and doubt......I was minding my own business......and then people started making a big mess....now I'm lost...I can't find my comfort zone anymore.....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm stuck in the middle of lying down and getting up. I want to get up but people keep pulling me down..why?&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28470657-3974724564518976917?l=mygurlkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/feeds/3974724564518976917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28470657&amp;postID=3974724564518976917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/3974724564518976917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/3974724564518976917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/2007/08/help-me.html' title='Help Me...'/><author><name>kat's corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088762399733411787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/1656317571229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28470657.post-2945753971716573729</id><published>2007-08-07T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T20:32:48.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being alone for the right reasons....</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;I remember the saying: "I'd rather be alone for the right reasons that be with someone for the wrong ones."&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I'm facing one of my fears right now. It's not that scary after all....&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;...he came in my life for a purpose...the purpose is served and now things have to end...no regrets.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I may be single again...but I'm not alone...I have my family and friends. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I'm happy....&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;I've got to get a move on with my life &lt;BR&gt;It's time to be a big girl now &lt;BR&gt;And big girls don't cry &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28470657-2945753971716573729?l=mygurlkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/feeds/2945753971716573729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28470657&amp;postID=2945753971716573729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/2945753971716573729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/2945753971716573729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/2007/08/being-alone-for-right-reasons.html' title='Being alone for the right reasons....'/><author><name>kat's corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088762399733411787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/1656317571229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28470657.post-4940167628398677893</id><published>2007-08-03T08:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T12:52:33.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mid-year Thoughts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;It's been ages since I last wrote anything here...&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;It's past the mid-year and it hasn't rained that much yet....it still feels like summer...what's up with that?? Shouldn't we start dancing for rain or something? It's kinda scary if you ask me...&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;But I'm happy to say that the millions of complications in my life have passed like a breeze the past few months...I think these 'storms' have taken the place of the literal, real-life, calamity-bearing 'typhoons'...&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;...I still think we should dance for rain though...and we should probably start to feel guilty that we've pretty much damaged the environment. The ozone is messed up, thanks to us. I'd have to admit, I'm not you're typical environment-friendly person too...I'm a smoker, for one...I use styro, I don't recycle, and yes, I'm one of the contributors to the excessive littering in this country. Bad, bad Kat....so I've decided to make some changes....&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;- instead of buying bottled water (which I always do), I will just bring my ever-reliable tumbler and get water from the dispenser.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;- i will not buy products which are placed in styros (this is a big effort by the way because I'm a fast food junkie)&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;- i will throw my waste in the proper waste bins (this one, EVERYBODY should do!!)&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;-i will not stop smoking...yet...i'm not a hypocrite...but....i will cut down on my usual intake....so I guess I have to avoid stressful environments, people, and situations...crap, I should resign then...hahaha!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;...my last thoughts about the mid-year that has passed: DON'T HATE, APPRECIATE!!! STOP ASSUMING, MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS, AND STAY THE HELL AWAY FROM ME!!! I'M WAY PRETTIER, WAY SMARTER AND IT'S NOT MY FAULT THAT PEOPLE LOVE ME...there, I'm happy now!!! =)&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;(my blog will never be complete without a 'ranting-moment'... &lt;IMG src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wink.png"&gt;)&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28470657-4940167628398677893?l=mygurlkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/feeds/4940167628398677893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28470657&amp;postID=4940167628398677893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/4940167628398677893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/4940167628398677893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/2007/08/mid-year-thoughts.html' title='Mid-year Thoughts...'/><author><name>kat's corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088762399733411787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/1656317571229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28470657.post-413399689112055205</id><published>2007-05-30T02:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T02:42:12.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kat in all her glory (Narrated by Allan)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KqN2aVl7MwQ"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KqN2aVl7MwQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One crazy evening in the office....thank God for crazy friends =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28470657-413399689112055205?l=mygurlkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/feeds/413399689112055205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28470657&amp;postID=413399689112055205' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/413399689112055205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/413399689112055205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/2007/05/kat-and-all-her-glory-narrated-by-allan.html' title='Kat in all her glory (Narrated by Allan)'/><author><name>kat's corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088762399733411787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/1656317571229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28470657.post-4153529300201253789</id><published>2007-03-27T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T20:58:43.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Reality Bites Us In The Ass...</title><content type='html'>As you all know, I’m now back in the Philippines….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave myself a deadline that when I come back, I should’ve healed already. It’s now time for me to move on…I should start picking up the pieces again instead of waiting for someone else to do it for me. I should practice what I have been preaching to my friends for years that we should be the captain of our ship, and that we should stop putting our lives on hold for someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more looking for men who would sweep us off our feet. No more yearnings of a fairy-tale romance. Enough with the so-called ‘messiah complex’ where we think we can save everybody. Bottomline is, we can never save people who don’t want to be saved. Deal with it. It’s time to wake up to reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes, waking up to reality is not something we really get to look forward to…why? -- Because it bites us in the ass…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s one perfect example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever wonder why we end up with men who we know will hurt us in the end? And even if from the start, we know this fact, we still end up pushing through with this so-called “heart-tingling-butterflies-in-your-stomach” kind of relationship? And then while you’re drowning yourself with your own tears, you start telling yourself that you will never fall in love with those assholes ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you start dating again. You go out with a fine man – a man who has a stable job, who isn’t that good-looking but who is presentable enough to show off to your friends. He’s the type of man who has been saving for the future and who has everything mapped out already in his life. He probably comes from a simple family; he doesn’t have issues, no excess baggage, and is very much available. He’s you’re very own Andy Garcia in “When a Man Loves a Woman”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is everything a girl like you needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he means nothing to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you end up, ditching him for your friends, you go to a bar and drink and wallow over the fact that men suck and that all men are assholes. Then you probably meet a very good-looking guy who looks at you and you instantly melt. He’s probably in between jobs at the moment or is trying to run away from his baggage, which is why he’s at the same bar where you are – he’s drinking his miseries away too. Then he buys you a drink, gets your number (you give it of course because he’s too handsome to let go of and among all the ladies in the bar, he asks you) and another “heart-tingling-butterflies-in-your-stomach” kind of relationship is about to come into bud. He’s the bad guy that you’ve been yearning to tame. He’s one of the lost boys that you’ve been planning to save. He’s you’re Shane West in “A Walk to Remember”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s sickening, I’m about to throw up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy Garcia is now history. You and Shane West are now in cloud nine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You let go of the man who was willing to put you together and you chose a guy who is about to push you away. Tsk Tsk Tsk. When will we ever learn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I’m in this pickle. Well, sort of. I met this guy who is very much normal for my taste. He is someone I think my parents will finally like for me. He is someone who is not that good-looking but is okay enough for me. He doesn’t really occupy most of my day-dreaming moments but he’s an okay companion when I’m bored because he’s smart and he tries to make me laugh (take note on the word “tries”).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s just scary that I might make another stupid mistake. I haven’t met any Shane Wests yet but I’m surely about to. God, help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So till then, we’ll see…I don’t want the last laugh to be on me. *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28470657-4153529300201253789?l=mygurlkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/feeds/4153529300201253789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28470657&amp;postID=4153529300201253789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/4153529300201253789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/4153529300201253789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/2007/03/when-reality-bites-us-in-ass.html' title='When Reality Bites Us In The Ass...'/><author><name>kat's corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088762399733411787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/1656317571229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28470657.post-1101014455230740696</id><published>2007-02-28T13:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T13:41:47.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Going To Germany!!!</title><content type='html'>It's official...I have the proof right in front of me. My passport was delivered this morning with the Schengen Visa in it...I'M GOING TO GERMANY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEER BEER BEER, get ready!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 days to go.......countdown starts...now!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28470657-1101014455230740696?l=mygurlkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/feeds/1101014455230740696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28470657&amp;postID=1101014455230740696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/1101014455230740696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/1101014455230740696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-going-to-germany.html' title='I&apos;m Going To Germany!!!'/><author><name>kat's corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088762399733411787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/1656317571229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28470657.post-7231681380676296348</id><published>2007-02-27T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T14:56:15.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Secrets...Betrayal</title><content type='html'>"As doctors, we know everybody's secrets. Their medical histories. Sexual histories. Confidential information that is as essential to a surgeon as a ten-blade, and every bit as dangerous. We keep secrets, we have to, but not all secrets can be kept...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...In some ways, betrayal is inevitable. When our bodies betray us, surgery is often the key to recovery. When we betray each other, the path to recovery is less clear. We do whatever it takes to rebuild the trust that was lost. And then there are some wounds, some betrayals... that are so deep, so profound that there is no way to repair what was lost. And when that happens, there's nothing left to do but wait."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Cristina Yang&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28470657-7231681380676296348?l=mygurlkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/feeds/7231681380676296348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28470657&amp;postID=7231681380676296348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/7231681380676296348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/7231681380676296348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/2007/02/secretsbetrayal.html' title='Secrets...Betrayal'/><author><name>kat's corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088762399733411787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/1656317571229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28470657.post-761447832297142924</id><published>2007-02-11T12:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T14:58:44.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW LIFE...</title><content type='html'>Phrase of the moment: NEW LIFE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This phrase has been running in my brain and has been coming out of your mouth for the past few weeks. NEW LIFE. What does this really mean? To you? To me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW LIFE. It's probably waking up in the morning, thanking God for another day. It's going through the rest of the day with new promises to make and to keep... new beginnings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's probably changing your lifestyle into something better....something more stable for the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR YOU,  living a NEW LIFE is waking up every morning beside someone who you will be spending the rest of your life with. And it's a choice that you made. For you, NEW LIFE is leaving your past behind--including your passion, some of your friends, old habits, unresolved relationships. You always say NEW LIFE with a heavy sigh. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop feeling guilty.&lt;span id="intelliTXT"&gt;"We are left with a choice. Either let the guilt throw you back into the behavior that got you into trouble in the first place, or learn from the guilt and do your best to move on."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="intelliTXT"&gt; (Meredith Grey)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW LIFE. I am still figuring it out every minute of everyday. I'm taking it a day at a time. All I know is that this is going to be good for me. For all of us. Everybody needs this. Everybody should say it and do it. NEW LIFE. I can't wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28470657-761447832297142924?l=mygurlkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/feeds/761447832297142924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28470657&amp;postID=761447832297142924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/761447832297142924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/761447832297142924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/2007/02/new-life.html' title='NEW LIFE...'/><author><name>kat's corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088762399733411787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/1656317571229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28470657.post-1998325076083699007</id><published>2007-02-07T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T22:47:13.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>........ok</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="intelliTXT"&gt;"The fantasy is simple. Pleasure is good, and twice as much pleasure is better. That pain is bad, and no pain is better. But the reality is different. The reality is that pain is there to tell us something, and there's only so much pleasure we can take without getting a stomach ache. And maybe that's okay. Maybe some fantasies are only supposed to live in our dreams."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Meredith Grey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....who am i kidding...I'm not okay....everybody thinks i'm ok...i'm not ok.&lt;br /&gt;....at least he doesn't know that i'm not ok...at least i'm trying to be ok.&lt;br /&gt;....i'm guna be ok.&lt;br /&gt;....tomorrow is another day...maybe tomorrow i will be ok.&lt;br /&gt;...i'm guna be ok....i know i will be...i promise....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....i need a drink.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28470657-1998325076083699007?l=mygurlkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/feeds/1998325076083699007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28470657&amp;postID=1998325076083699007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/1998325076083699007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/1998325076083699007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/2007/02/ok.html' title='........ok'/><author><name>kat's corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088762399733411787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/1656317571229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28470657.post-1581488094040616479</id><published>2007-02-07T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T14:32:56.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enough McDreamy!</title><content type='html'>Okay, I know this is old school but I just started watching season 3 of Grey's Anatomy last night. Wow...it blew me away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I realized that everyone is entitled to make his/her decisions. Whether wrong or right, YOU HAVE TO FACE THE CONSEQUENCE FOR EVERY DECISION YOU MAKE. You can't just flip a coin and say, "heads, I go for McDreamy...tails, I go for Finn"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, your life can undergo a sudden change of events in just a snap of a finger. We all have to be easy on ourselves and wake up to the possibility that you will not be the same person ever. It may be a death of a loved one, or your loved one chose to be with someone else...yadayadayada... But that is part of life...CHANGE IS CONSTANT...ACCEPT IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, as people, we always pray that we don't experience pain..at all. We need pain. Pain is good. Pain will make us better. Pain is given to us for a purpose. DEAL WITH IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth, here's meredith's narration during the last part of the 1st episode: "Time waits for no man. Time heals all wounds. All any of us can want, is more time... Time to stand up. Time to grow up. Time to let go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....there's more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I still love my McDreamy. He may have swept me off my feet, he may have made my heart skip a beat everytime I'd see him, he may have been the man who gave me goosebumps everytime he gave me his look. Yes, he may have been the man of my dreams. But my McDreamy wasn't capable of making up his mind. He doesn't know what he wants...he has a lot of baggage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I say enough...enough with the baggage, enough with the butterflies in my stomach, enough with the promises he never kept..enough with the secrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a man who is sensitive enough to my feelings...a man who will try his best not to make me cry...who will go out of his way to prove his worth...who will constantly remind me that he is worth keeping and that I AM WORTH FIGHTING FOR...I need to find my Finn....&lt;br /&gt;...we all deserve a 'Finn' in our lives. McDreamy is great...but just like his name, he will forever remain in our dreams. In real life, it just never works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, to all my friends: When you think that the man you are with is TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE....well, he probably is...so cut the cord and move on....because in the end, it just won't work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28470657-1581488094040616479?l=mygurlkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/feeds/1581488094040616479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28470657&amp;postID=1581488094040616479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/1581488094040616479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/1581488094040616479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/2007/02/enough-mcdreamy.html' title='Enough McDreamy!'/><author><name>kat's corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088762399733411787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/1656317571229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28470657.post-8313857417953285025</id><published>2006-12-17T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T11:42:41.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I baked....</title><content type='html'>This Sunday, I baked..it was fun coz I don't get to spend my sundays at home with my family that much anymore. I got to bake my very own 'chocolate chip cookies' and I had a very special student: my sister. The cookies were for her teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVu8IvTP4CY/RYVOb4v5lCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DJd7vwLjmtI/s1600-h/IMG_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVu8IvTP4CY/RYVOb4v5lCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DJd7vwLjmtI/s200/IMG_0008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009496401516270626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom was in charge of putting the cookies in the container.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVu8IvTP4CY/RYVO-ov5lDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/yWc3nCwmTJ8/s1600-h/IMG_0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVu8IvTP4CY/RYVO-ov5lDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/yWc3nCwmTJ8/s200/IMG_0012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009496998516724786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm....looks good!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVu8IvTP4CY/RYVPsYv5lEI/AAAAAAAAAAc/BRt38r8Ze-I/s1600-h/IMG_0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVu8IvTP4CY/RYVPsYv5lEI/AAAAAAAAAAc/BRt38r8Ze-I/s200/IMG_0013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009497784495739970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we also celebrated my mom and dad's 30th anniversary. We celebrated it in Alba's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVu8IvTP4CY/RYVRHYv5lFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/tksUQ4y1Lo8/s1600-h/IMG_0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVu8IvTP4CY/RYVRHYv5lFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/tksUQ4y1Lo8/s200/IMG_0022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009499347863835730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVu8IvTP4CY/RYVRf4v5lGI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kUyIHyggNA0/s1600-h/IMG_0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVu8IvTP4CY/RYVRf4v5lGI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kUyIHyggNA0/s200/IMG_0021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009499768770630754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Anniversary Mama and Papa!!!! Mwaaaahhhh!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28470657-8313857417953285025?l=mygurlkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/feeds/8313857417953285025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28470657&amp;postID=8313857417953285025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/8313857417953285025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/8313857417953285025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-baked.html' title='I baked....'/><author><name>kat's corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088762399733411787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/1656317571229l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVu8IvTP4CY/RYVOb4v5lCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DJd7vwLjmtI/s72-c/IMG_0008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28470657.post-858742502926268260</id><published>2006-12-02T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T11:34:28.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee &amp; Cigarettes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;I gave up coffee and cigarettes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;I hate to say it hasn’t helped me yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;I thought my problems would just dissipate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;And all my pain would be in yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;I poured my booze all down the kitchen drain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;And watched my bad habits get flushed away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;I thought that that would keep my head on straight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;And all my pain would be in yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;But it’s true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;I’m still blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;But I finally know what to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;I must quit, I must quit, you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;I thought that if I didn’t go and play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;The sadness would get bored and go away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;I thought that if I didn’t go astray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;That all my pain would be in yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;But it’s true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;I’m still blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;But I finally know what to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;I must quit, I must quit, you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;I sold my guitar and my piano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;I thought that it was these that kept me low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;I thought if only I could try and change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;That all my pain would be in yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;But it’s true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;I’m still blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;But I finally know what to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;I must quit, I must quit, you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;I must quit, I must quit, you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;(Michelle Featherstone)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;This is for the world I left behind....I have finally moved on....I'm never going to sing again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28470657-858742502926268260?l=mygurlkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/feeds/858742502926268260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28470657&amp;postID=858742502926268260' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/858742502926268260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/858742502926268260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/2006/12/coffee-cigarettes.html' title='Coffee &amp; Cigarettes'/><author><name>kat's corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088762399733411787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/1656317571229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28470657.post-2082819578176886110</id><published>2006-11-28T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T16:49:03.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>November Updates.....</title><content type='html'>I haven't posted any entry for the past few weeks...I have been very busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to write updates on what has transpired this November but just the thought of recounting what happened the past weeks is exhausting already....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, maybe next time.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28470657-2082819578176886110?l=mygurlkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/feeds/2082819578176886110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28470657&amp;postID=2082819578176886110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/2082819578176886110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/2082819578176886110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/2006/11/november-updates.html' title='November Updates.....'/><author><name>kat's corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088762399733411787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/1656317571229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28470657.post-116295849290096690</id><published>2006-11-08T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T12:01:44.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choose wisely...</title><content type='html'>Received this text last night...I know it's easier said than done but sometimes when we get blinded by love, we tend to forget to take care of our hearts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love a guy who calls you BEAUTIFUL instead of HOT...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who calls you back when you hang up on him....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who will stay awake just to watch you sleep...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who kisses your forehead...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who shows you off to the world even when you're sweaty...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who holds your hand in front of his friends...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who thinks you're just as pretty without makeup on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love the one who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares about you and how blessed he is to have you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love the one who turns to his friends and says, "that's her...my girl!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Choose wisely my friends...I'm glad I did!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28470657-116295849290096690?l=mygurlkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/feeds/116295849290096690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28470657&amp;postID=116295849290096690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/116295849290096690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/116295849290096690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/2006/11/choose-wisely.html' title='Choose wisely...'/><author><name>kat's corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088762399733411787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/1656317571229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28470657.post-116282134427474799</id><published>2006-11-06T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T21:55:44.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be afraid of what YOU are capable of doing...YOU might be surprised...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From Mary Alice of  DESPERATE HOUSEWIVES....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;It's not always that easy to distinguish the good guys from the bad guys.&lt;br /&gt;Sinners can surprise you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And the same is true for saints&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we try to define people as simply good or simply evil?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Because no one wants to admit that compassion and cruelty can live side by side in one heart. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that anyone is capable of anything&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some other few words, this time from Capt. Jack Sparrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;You can always trust a dishonest man to be dishonest. It is the honest man you should not trust for you never know when he would be dishonest...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28470657-116282134427474799?l=mygurlkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/feeds/116282134427474799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28470657&amp;postID=116282134427474799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/116282134427474799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/116282134427474799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/2006/11/be-afraid-of-what-you-are-capable-of.html' title='Be afraid of what YOU are capable of doing...YOU might be surprised...'/><author><name>kat's corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088762399733411787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/1656317571229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28470657.post-116244875189275345</id><published>2006-11-02T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T14:25:51.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Luck To Me And My Mom!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/onlinerace-mainpic1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/320/onlinerace-mainpic1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;My mom and I registered for AXN's The Amazing Race Asia Online Race! I was watching CSI last night and I saw the advertisement for the online race. There was nothing to lose, so I discussed it with my mom during lunch, and she agreed to register with me. Yahoo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);" href="http://katmendiola.multiply.com/journal/photos/hi-res/upload/RUmHkAoKCqMAADEWIVU1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are interested too, you can log on to &lt;a href="http://www.axn-asia.com./"&gt;http://www.axn-asia.com.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;The online race will require a team of two (should be 18 years and above), to race from checkpoint to checkpoint online. There are two parts in this race. Teams have to complete the first part of the race in order to qualify and race for the US$2,000 grand prize.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;All teams who complete the first part of the race will get a chance to win prizes too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;I'm so excited!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28470657-116244875189275345?l=mygurlkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/feeds/116244875189275345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28470657&amp;postID=116244875189275345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/116244875189275345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/116244875189275345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/2006/11/good-luck-to-me-and-my-mom.html' title='Good Luck To Me And My Mom!!!'/><author><name>kat's corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088762399733411787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/1656317571229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28470657.post-116243515546439099</id><published>2006-11-02T10:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T10:39:15.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Mythological Creature Are You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Mermaid&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatmythologicalcreatureareyouquiz/mermaid.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a total daydreamer, and people tend to think you're flakier than you actually are.&lt;br /&gt;While your head is often in the clouds, you'll always come back to earth to help someone in need.&lt;br /&gt;Beyond being a caring person, you are also very intelligent and rational.&lt;br /&gt;You understand the connections of the universe better than almost anyone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatmythologicalcreatureareyouquiz/"&gt;What Mythological Creature Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28470657-116243515546439099?l=mygurlkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/feeds/116243515546439099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28470657&amp;postID=116243515546439099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/116243515546439099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/116243515546439099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/2006/11/what-mythological-creature-are-you.html' title='What Mythological Creature Are You?'/><author><name>kat's corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088762399733411787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/1656317571229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28470657.post-116188499753173435</id><published>2006-10-27T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T01:49:57.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For K</title><content type='html'>It's been more than 2 years but I have never been this in love...I have never been this happy...I feel so complete, I feel so free. I am my own self but I still feel that I am one..with K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lived my life loving music. Every agony, every heartbreak, every joy, every memory, I associate with songs..with words that depict what I am feeling at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can think of a million songs to describe the joy that I am feeling right now. I just want to embrace this moment forever. Here are some excerpts of the medley of songs that are ringing in my head right now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEVER SAW BLUE LIKE THAT (Shawn Colvin)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;..And even now, I'm so amazed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;It's like a dream, It's like a rainbow, it's like the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;And somethings are the way they are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;And words just can't explain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Cause I never saw blue like that before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Across the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Around the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;You've given me all you have and more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;And no one else has ever shown me how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;To see the world the way I see it now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Oh, I, I never saw blue like that before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE FOR ME (Allure)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;I've gotten close so many times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Trying to fit in I don't know why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;I had to leave behind a dream that could be mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;I thought that I would never find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Someone who's heart could read my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Now I don't have to hide cuz you are in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;I promise you that love won't be easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;I promise you there'll be times apart (apart)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;But I swear that it comes from my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;When I promise you're the only one for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;MAKE ME WHOLE (Amel Larrieux)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;I think the angels are your brothers, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;They told you about me, said you're just what she needs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;And I find myself thanking your mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;For giving birth to a saint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;My spirit flies when I say your name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;If there's one thing that's true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;It's that I was born to love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Cause your eyes are the windows to heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Your smile could heal a million souls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Your love completes my existence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;You're the other half that makes me whole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;You're the only other half that makes me whole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;You make my dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Come true over and, over again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;And I honestly truly believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;You and me are written in the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;I live my whole life through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;To giving thanks to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you...thanks for all your efforts...everything right now feels like a dream...I don't ever want to wake up, if even as I close my eyes, I still see you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28470657-116188499753173435?l=mygurlkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/feeds/116188499753173435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28470657&amp;postID=116188499753173435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/116188499753173435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/116188499753173435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/2006/10/for-k.html' title='For K'/><author><name>kat's corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088762399733411787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/1656317571229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28470657.post-116160242360191286</id><published>2006-10-23T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T19:20:23.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spoiler for Smallville's Episode 4 Season 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/s6-6.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/320/s6-6.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am starting to fall in love with the green arrow....I think I smell a collaboration with the Man of Steel and the Green Arrow very very soon....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Oliver Queen....I will be dreaming of you tonight...I think your arrow just hit me straight to the heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it Lois, you're one hell of a lucky woman.... &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/dot_clear.gif" height="1" width="1" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28470657-116160242360191286?l=mygurlkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/feeds/116160242360191286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28470657&amp;postID=116160242360191286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/116160242360191286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/116160242360191286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/2006/10/spoiler-for-smallvilles-episode-4.html' title='Spoiler for Smallville&apos;s Episode 4 Season 6'/><author><name>kat's corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088762399733411787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/1656317571229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28470657.post-116153715640047700</id><published>2006-10-23T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T01:12:45.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Song Syndrome</title><content type='html'>After K and I said our goodbyes awhile ago, this was the song playing on the radio...it was really how I felt at that moment. I didn't want to leave...I wanted the time to stop just for a moment and be right beside him...until now, the song is playing in my mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;COME A LITTLE BIT CLOSER (Brandy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that it's late&lt;br /&gt;And maybe I shouldn't be so into you&lt;br /&gt;It's just that tonight&lt;br /&gt;I am so taken, I've fallen for you&lt;br /&gt;When I look in your eyes I can see&lt;br /&gt;A million possibilities&lt;br /&gt;And I know you'll be leaving me soon&lt;br /&gt;But tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come a little bit closer&lt;br /&gt;Let me hold you baby&lt;br /&gt;I will be good to you&lt;br /&gt;And we can try&lt;br /&gt;To forget tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;And make it last forever tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you must go&lt;br /&gt;Know that I'll be missing you, wishing you closer&lt;br /&gt;So let's make the most of these&lt;br /&gt;Moments together, we'll never forget&lt;br /&gt;And it's breaking my heart 'cause I know&lt;br /&gt;That tomorrow you'll be miles away&lt;br /&gt;And I catch myself wanting so much more&lt;br /&gt;Tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come a little bit closer&lt;br /&gt;Let me hold you baby&lt;br /&gt;I will be good to you&lt;br /&gt;And we can try&lt;br /&gt;To forget tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;And make it last forever tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you’re leaving me now&lt;br /&gt;Baby I don't know how&lt;br /&gt;I will ever get over you&lt;br /&gt;Because you opened my eyes&lt;br /&gt;To this love that's inside&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby, don't ever, ever leave me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come a little bit closer&lt;br /&gt;Let me hold you baby&lt;br /&gt;I will be good to you&lt;br /&gt;And we can try&lt;br /&gt;To forget tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;And make it last forever tonight&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28470657-116153715640047700?l=mygurlkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/feeds/116153715640047700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28470657&amp;postID=116153715640047700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/116153715640047700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/116153715640047700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/2006/10/last-song-syndrome.html' title='Last Song Syndrome'/><author><name>kat's corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088762399733411787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/1656317571229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28470657.post-116123990394380661</id><published>2006-10-19T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T14:38:23.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Are Not An OPTION...Don't Lose Yourself In Love</title><content type='html'>To all my friends and loved ones who are in a relationship, who are married, and who are single as well, and for everybody reading this, let this be an eye-opener to all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Lee for the text...&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;this is very very true..this text made me feel so lucky that I am NOT an OPTION&lt;/span&gt;..still, I will make sure that &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;I will never lose myself in love&lt;/span&gt;, no matter how much love I give...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How can we love people who don't seem to make things work at all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why do we become so numb caring for people who at times don't even think of us in a day or two?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why do we let ourselves get hurt and why do we continue hoping for a love that makes us defenseless?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And why do we prioritize these people who only choose us as options?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are these are reasons why sometimes in love...we end up losing ourselves?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28470657-116123990394380661?l=mygurlkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/feeds/116123990394380661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28470657&amp;postID=116123990394380661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/116123990394380661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/116123990394380661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/2006/10/you-are-not-optiondont-lose-yourself.html' title='You Are Not An OPTION...Don&apos;t Lose Yourself In Love'/><author><name>kat's corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088762399733411787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/1656317571229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28470657.post-116106206086229842</id><published>2006-10-17T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T13:14:20.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Friends???</title><content type='html'>Sad to say, we, as human beings, are curious in nature. We don't just want to see things as it is. We tend to assume or read between the lines when in fact, what you see is just what you get. Gets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example #1. When a single guy volunteers to accompany a not-so-close friend to get something somewhere, the friend would assume that the guy likes her and there you have it, a 'moment' has developed (or she would think).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example #2: When a single girl becomes friendly to a guy she just met and they suddenly have this great conversation over the phone, the guy would assume that they had a 'moment' (or so he thought).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do we really define 'moments'? How do we differentiate and see the fine line between being just friends or being more than that? Sometimes it's human nature that dictates the answers to these questions. Human nature tells us that when a good-looking guy develops a kind of friendship with a girl (whether single or not), people would think that there is an attraction between them...but no one would really know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is very possible for people of the opposite sex to become close friends and not be attracted to each other. Believe me, I've been there. And for my gay friends (who I love so much), I know that it is very possible to become close friends and not have any attraction...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, guys are just plain friendly and people should stop assuming. Unfortunately, when girls become too friendly (regardless whether you're single or not), human nature dictates that it's wrong...human nature tells us that this girl is easy or desperate. It sucks I know but if you want to be part of the norm, you have to accept it one way or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I talking about this? Well, I am sick and tired of hearing gossips about moments that never really took place...or about imaginary moments that were fabricated by people...I am so tired of listening to stories that this person had a 'moment' with this person, only to find out that the person was just assuming. Lastly, I am sick and tired of people assuming that just because someone is too friendly, he already has a hidden agenda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish that someday, we would all be open-minded enough to see that friends are friends, nothing more nothing less...let us for once stop wondering whether this guy likes us because he's nice to us or because he's so friendly and fun to be with. Guys need female friends too...and there's nothing wrong with that. Something becomes wrong when you start to have malicious thoughts or when you assume too much. In the end, sinong talo? Diba ikaw din? So why waste your time on pondering on those &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;impossible&lt;/span&gt; 'what ifs'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just take it as it is...you will be just friends....accept that now...before you end up getting hurt. And to those people who love to assume and gossip, just remember that what goes around comes around. I'm pretty much certain that you wouldn't want the last laugh to be on you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28470657-116106206086229842?l=mygurlkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/feeds/116106206086229842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28470657&amp;postID=116106206086229842' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/116106206086229842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/116106206086229842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/2006/10/just-friends.html' title='Just Friends???'/><author><name>kat's corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088762399733411787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/1656317571229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28470657.post-116097523641063563</id><published>2006-10-16T13:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T13:10:09.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just One of Them Days</title><content type='html'>I'm suffering the from worse case of PMS ever!!!!! Yup, all the signs are here...crankiness, tummy cramps, migraine, fever and diarrhea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worse thing is, I'm allergic to pain relievers! Kat will just go with the pain.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As our helper would always say before..."oh man!!!!" (pronounced as "ooohhh meeen"), it's just one of them days....so to everybody who i will eventually cross paths with later, please don't take it personal...it's just one of them days....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't Take It Personal (Just One of Them Days) by Monica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just one of them days, don't take it personal&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna be all alone, and you think I treat you wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna take some time out to think things through&lt;br /&gt;I know it always feels like I'm doing you wrong&lt;br /&gt;but I'm so in love with you&lt;br /&gt;So understand that I'm only in love your the only one I need&lt;br /&gt;So have no thought that I want to leave and baby trust me please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one of them days&lt;br /&gt;That a girl goes through&lt;br /&gt;When I'm angry inside&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to take it out on you&lt;br /&gt;Just one of them days&lt;br /&gt;Don't take it personal&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna be all alone&lt;br /&gt;And you think I treat you wrong&lt;br /&gt;Don't take it personal&lt;br /&gt;Baby baby baby baby, don't take it personal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see and I think about every thing we do&lt;br /&gt;And I find myself in misery and that ain't cool&lt;br /&gt;Hey now, I really want to be with you the whole way through&lt;br /&gt;But the way you make me feel inside keeps me confused&lt;br /&gt;As I swing back from mood to mood it's not because of you&lt;br /&gt;I never want you to be insecure,&lt;br /&gt;so won't you understand that I'm only in love, your the only one I need&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you when you need me boy, so baby don't you leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one of them days&lt;br /&gt;That a girl goes through&lt;br /&gt;When I'm angry inside&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to take it out on you&lt;br /&gt;Just one of them days&lt;br /&gt;Don't take it personal&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna be all alone&lt;br /&gt;And you think I treat you wrong&lt;br /&gt;Don't take it personal&lt;br /&gt;Baby baby baby baby, don't take it personal&lt;br /&gt;Don't take it personal&lt;br /&gt;Baby baby baby baby, don't take it personal&lt;br /&gt;Don't take it personal, yeah , don't take it personal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't take it personal baby&lt;br /&gt;Personal baby, personal baby, personal baby&lt;br /&gt;personal baby, personal baby&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28470657-116097523641063563?l=mygurlkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/feeds/116097523641063563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28470657&amp;postID=116097523641063563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/116097523641063563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/116097523641063563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/2006/10/just-one-of-them-days.html' title='Just One of Them Days'/><author><name>kat's corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088762399733411787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/1656317571229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28470657.post-116083256649380553</id><published>2006-10-14T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T21:29:26.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain...</title><content type='html'>Hi friends. I just arrived from Bacolod. I have so many stories to tell, so many pictures to show. But I'm too tired and sleepy from the trip and I think I'm going to be catching a cold..so, I will be sharing with you my great experience in Bacolod next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before I go to sleep, I want to leave you with something that I received awhile ago from Miki..&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold;"&gt;this is for all my brokenhearted friends and for all the people I know who are hurting right now.&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Our heart stops for second every time we sneeze...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Maybe that's why sneezing feels good...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Coz even for a second,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;we become numb to the pain our heart carries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night everybody...hope to see you soon!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28470657-116083256649380553?l=mygurlkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/feeds/116083256649380553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28470657&amp;postID=116083256649380553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/116083256649380553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/116083256649380553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/2006/10/pain.html' title='Pain...'/><author><name>kat's corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088762399733411787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/1656317571229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28470657.post-116071081680916244</id><published>2006-10-13T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T11:40:53.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bacolod...</title><content type='html'>Hi guys!!! I'm here at Bacolod. We arrived at around 8am, had breakfast with the band (Freestyle) then we went to our rooms...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are staying at Sugarland Hotel (parang candy factory noh? hehehe....) It's pretty cozy, I'd probably give it 3 stars (coz they don't have a pool!)... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored as hell...thank God for WiFi and for special treatment (hahaha!!!) they provided me with a laptop. We'll be having lunch in a bit, I still don't know where but I heard we'll be eating their famous Bacolod chicken at this famous restaurant here....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Winston, I have been given the opportunity to visit different parts of the Philippines. I could say that the domestic airport is my second home. For the past 3 years, I have visited places like Cagayan de Oro, Naga, Legaspi, IloIlo, Bacolod, Cebu, Davao, Baguio, Dagupan, Batangas, Pampanga, and of course Boracay...don't you just love my job? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I have to go...some of my friends from Bacolod will be giving me a tour (this is my 5th time here)...I love this place. It feels so homey and the people are very very "malambing"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will update you guys soon...I have so many things to say. Maybe when I get back, I will be writing an entry about it soon...have a great weekend!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28470657-116071081680916244?l=mygurlkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/feeds/116071081680916244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28470657&amp;postID=116071081680916244' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/116071081680916244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/116071081680916244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/2006/10/bacolod.html' title='Bacolod...'/><author><name>kat's corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088762399733411787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/1656317571229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28470657.post-116037265275077284</id><published>2006-10-09T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T13:44:12.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of My Favorite Topics: FOOD!!!!</title><content type='html'>Got this from my soul sister, Cat Juan...and since I can sense a lot of tension and sad emotions in my friends' blogs, I have decided to do this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to all my friends...let us all forget our problems even for a bit and focus on one great topic: FOOD!!! I don't know with you guys but when I'm sad and depressed, I pig out and eat my sorrows away (kaya ako tumataba...kaya ako na-chichismis na buntis...hahaha!!)...feel free to answer this as well. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;FOOD FOOD FOOD!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite Comfort Food&lt;/span&gt;: Lays Classic...or Coffee Crumble ice cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Favorite Breakfast Meal&lt;/span&gt;: Fried rice, fried egg and spam or bacon (but then again, I hardly eat breakfast because I wake up at noon =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Favorite Lunch Meal&lt;/span&gt;:  Sinigang!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Favorite Dinner Meal&lt;/span&gt;: Sinigang again!!!! Or grilled food like liempo or tilapia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Favorite Dessert&lt;/span&gt;: I'm not really a dessert person. But if ever, I couldn't resist the cakes at Conti's especially their Sans Rival and Fresh Apple Pie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Favorite Cake&lt;/span&gt;: The cake selections at Conti's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Favorite Pasta&lt;/span&gt;: Angel Hair...sauce: carbonara or anything cream-based.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Favorite Dish That Others Find Weird&lt;/span&gt;: There's a delicacy in my grandparents' province called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Humba&lt;/span&gt;..it's a kind of adobo, only oilier and drier...we eat it with hard saba..and then I usually eat banana with bagoong...the best!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite Fruits That You Haven't Eaten In Awhile&lt;/span&gt;: any citrus fruit is my fruit...I haven't eaten &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kiat kiat&lt;/span&gt; in awhile (those are the small oranges that we usually see during Christmas season)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Favorite Junk food&lt;/span&gt;: Lays Classic or Sour cream and Onion, Pringles Classic or Sour cream and Onion, Oishi Beer Match, and Kim's favorite V-cut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Favorite TV Show Related to Food (Cooking show, Travel show with food, etc.)&lt;/span&gt;: Rachel Ray's show at the Lifestyle Network, Martha Stewart's show, before when I was a kid, I'd watch Nora Daza's show every saturday morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Favorite Pastries&lt;/span&gt;: Cream Puffs, GoNuts Donuts or Krispy Kreme, Bizu's ensaymada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Favorite Way To Eat Potatoes&lt;/span&gt;: mashed...I love McDonalds French Fries too!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Favorite Ice Cream&lt;/span&gt;: Coffee Crumble...or any ice cream with lots of nuts (except walnuts...I hate walnuts)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Favorite Alcoholic Drink When You Really Really Want To Party&lt;/span&gt;: this will be long!! Hmmm....Jose Cuervo Tequila, GSM Premium, Jack Daniels with coke, Johnnie Walker Black Label on the Rocks, Carlos I straight up, Pier One's Royal Premium Juniper, Musikero's Zombie, Moksha's Lychee Martini, Summerplace's (Boracay) Shark Attack, and of course BEER!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Favorite Bar Chow&lt;/span&gt;: Pier One's crispy pata, Aruba's cheese sticks, Moksha's open wanton, Ratsky's nachos, Side Bar's Pizza (great with beer!), Cencillo's quesadillas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Favorite Chicken Dish&lt;/span&gt;: Baked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Favorite Place To Eat With Your Sweetheart or Best Friend&lt;/span&gt;: K and I just love eating at home..sometimes we eat anywhere at West Gate Alabang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Favorite Place To Eat With Your Family&lt;/span&gt;: Mongkok or Conti's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Fill In The Blanks&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;I Wish I Could Eat _____in/at_______with__________&lt;/span&gt;: I wish I could eat choriburger at Bora with K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28470657-116037265275077284?l=mygurlkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/feeds/116037265275077284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28470657&amp;postID=116037265275077284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/116037265275077284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/116037265275077284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/2006/10/one-of-my-favorite-topics-food.html' title='One of My Favorite Topics: FOOD!!!!'/><author><name>kat's corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088762399733411787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/1656317571229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28470657.post-116024811539867491</id><published>2006-10-08T03:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T03:08:35.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scenes From Smallville (Clark and Lana)</title><content type='html'>...Everything by Lifehouse..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_m3ZHL2YoKM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_m3ZHL2YoKM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28470657-116024811539867491?l=mygurlkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/feeds/116024811539867491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28470657&amp;postID=116024811539867491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/116024811539867491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/116024811539867491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/2006/10/scenes-from-smallville-clark-and-lana.html' title='Scenes From Smallville (Clark and Lana)'/><author><name>kat's corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088762399733411787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/1656317571229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28470657.post-116024622719065254</id><published>2006-10-08T02:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T02:37:07.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Meantime Guy (For My Single Friends)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Meantime Guy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's the one you call when you're bored because he makes you laugh. He's the one you talk to when you're feeling down because he's willing to lend an ear and be a friend. He's not the one you call when you need a date to your company's Christmas party, or to go dancing with on a Saturday night. He's the one you spend time with between boyfriends, before you find "The One". You know, the one who you keep around in the meantime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's not one of the girls, but you don't look at him as a "real" man, either. He's not bad enough, moody enough, or sexy enough to be seen in that light. He's too laid-back, too easily amused by the same things your female buddies are amused by. He's too understanding, too comfortable ; he doesn't make you feel nervous or excited the way a "real" man does. But he's cool, and nice, and funny, and attractive enough that when you're lonely or horny and need intimate male companionship, he'll do just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to wine and dine him because he knows the real you already, and you don't have any facades to keep up, no pretenses to preserve. You're not trying to get anything of substance out of him. He's not easy, but you know that he cares about you and is attracted to you, and that he'll give you the intimacy you need. And you know you don't have to explain yourself or the situation, that he'll be able to cope with the fact that this isn't the beginning of a relationship or that there's any possibility that you have any real romantic feelings for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It won't bother him that you'll get up in the morning, put on your pants, say goodbye, and go on a date with the man you've been mooning over for weeks who finally agreed to go out with you. He'll settle for a goodbye hug and a promise to call him and tell him how the date went. He's just so cool . . . why can't all men be like that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But deep down, if you really think about it (which you probably don't because to you, the situation between the two of you isn't important enough to merit any real thought), you know that it's really not fair. You know that although he would never say it, it hurts him to know that despite all his good points and all the fun you two have, you don't think he's good enough to spend any real time with. Sure, it's mostly his fault, because he doesn't have to give in to your needs ; he could play the hard-to-get asshole like the rest of them do, if he really wanted to. But you and he both know that he probably couldn't pull it off. Maybe he's too short, or a little overweight, or has a big birthmark on his forehead, or works at Taco Bell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the reason, somehow life has given him a lot of really great qualities but has left out the ones that women want (or think they want) in a man. So he remains forever the funny friend, the steadfast companion, the secret lover, and you go on searching&lt;br /&gt;for the man of your dreams who will somehow be everything you ever wanted in a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll joke to him that he should be the best man at your wedding, and he'll laugh and make a joke about a smelly rental tux.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't captivate you with his looks or open doors with his smile. Mainly he blends in with the crowd. He's safe. He doesn't want to be the center of attention and turn the heads of everyone in the room. But he wants to turn someone's head. He wants to be special to someone, too. We all do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has feelings. He has a heart. In fact, he probably has a bigger and better heart than any man you've ever known because he's had a front-row seat to The Mess That Is Your Life, and he likes you anyway. He obviously sees something worthwhile and redeeming in you because although you've given him nothing, absolutely no reason to still be around, he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yeah. I'm a Meantime Guy. Been one more times than I care to admit. I don't know the reason, really, and at this point I don't even care. I just want to let every girl know who's ever had the good fortune to have a Meantime Guy that we may be a lot of fun, but we cry, too. A lot. And someday we won't be around...&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28470657-116024622719065254?l=mygurlkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/feeds/116024622719065254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28470657&amp;postID=116024622719065254' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/116024622719065254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/116024622719065254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/2006/10/meantime-guy-for-my-single-friends.html' title='The Meantime Guy (For My Single Friends)'/><author><name>kat's corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088762399733411787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/1656317571229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28470657.post-116021159639784569</id><published>2006-10-07T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T16:59:56.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mo Twister, Magic89.9, and Episode 2 of Smallville Season 6</title><content type='html'>I am currently downloading Smallville's second episode. While waiting for it, I was channel surfing and came across GMA 7's show, Star Talk. They were interviewing Mo Twister and they talked about how he has insulted a lot of people from showbiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/logo_temp.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/200/logo_temp.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have been a supporter of Magic 89.9 since I was in high school. I even remember listening to them every friday just to listen to Joe D Mango's Love Notes, and I would religiously listen to Mo Twister and Miles' show. I am happy to say that I have gained a lot of friends from the station. Regardless, I will not be biased with my comment about the interview I just watched minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/mo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/320/mo.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First of all, I am very much entertained by Mo Twister's show in the morning (together with Mojo Jojo and Andy 9). I will admit that I very seldom get to listen to their show because I am still asleep at that time, but everytime I tune in at that time, I always find myself enjoying and laughing my brains out. I commend Mo's integrity and his honesty awhile ago. I commend his braveness and his straight-forward way of answering all the questions given to him by Butch Francisco. Most of all, I commend the way he apologized to the people he offended. With regards to the issue of people being hypocritical, I am on his side. His show is no different from The Buzz or Star Talk or S Files. These shows meddle and get inside the personal lives of a lot of actors and actresses. So why cast the stone on him and his show? Radio is no different from tv. I don't see why people, especially those in showbiz, make a big fuzz on his radio show. It just means that his show is very effective and a lot of people listen to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lolit Solis should just keep her mouth shut. Mo is right, she is more than double his age but in my opinion, when it comes to credibility, she has none...and she is more immature than any middle-aged person I know...that's all I have to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Smallville is ready...til my next entry!!! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28470657-116021159639784569?l=mygurlkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/feeds/116021159639784569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28470657&amp;postID=116021159639784569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/116021159639784569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/116021159639784569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/2006/10/mo-twister-magic899-and-episode-2-of.html' title='Mo Twister, Magic89.9, and Episode 2 of Smallville Season 6'/><author><name>kat's corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088762399733411787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/1656317571229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28470657.post-116015688761669153</id><published>2006-10-07T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T01:48:07.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Things I Hate About You...</title><content type='html'>Here is one of my favorite movies...I wrote a blog about it entitled &lt;a href="http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-hate-that-i-dont-hate-you.html"&gt;"I Hate That I Don't Hate You&lt;/a&gt;...this is my favorite scene in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CrG15lvSOKY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CrG15lvSOKY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28470657-116015688761669153?l=mygurlkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/feeds/116015688761669153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28470657&amp;postID=116015688761669153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/116015688761669153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/116015688761669153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/2006/10/10-things-i-hate-about-you.html' title='10 Things I Hate About You...'/><author><name>kat's corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088762399733411787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/1656317571229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28470657.post-116015266115245149</id><published>2006-10-07T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T00:37:47.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CLARIFICATIONS: The Real Reason Why I Left UNITY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/unity%20border.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/320/unity%20border.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether to laugh or be insulted with the different versions of why I left the band. So once and for all, I will say my piece and then shut up... (parang The Buzz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past weeks, I have heard so many versions from different people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRUTH or MYTH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  * &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I was kicked out by my band mates&lt;/u&gt; -- MYTH!!!&lt;/span&gt; (I would like to believe that my band mates love me very much. In fact I was the one who called for the meeting and I was the one who said my goodbyes...I had never encountered any major problems with any of the members and they are like family.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  * &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I am pregnant&lt;/u&gt; -- MYTH!!!&lt;/span&gt; (just because I have been wearing loose tops during my last few shows does not mean that I am pregnant. I just gained weight. And just because I gained weight doesn't mean I'm pregnant either )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  * &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I am getting married&lt;/u&gt; -- MYTH!!!&lt;/span&gt; (I wish! Hahaha! But no, I'm not getting married...it is still not part of our plans...sorry to disappoint you guys, and I'm sure there are also a lot of people who are happy to know that )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  * &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I am pursuing a solo career&lt;/u&gt; -- MYTH!!!!&lt;/span&gt; (hello???!!! If I wanted to have a solo career, I would have done that years ago. But I choose not to. Why? Because I love Unity and I love John Paul)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  * &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I am putting up my own band&lt;/u&gt; -- MYTH!!!&lt;/span&gt; (There is no other band that I would want to be with but with UNITY...end of story)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the real deal. I love singing dearly and leaving the band really breaks my heart. But there are certain things in life that we have to do. There are certain decisions that we have to make not because we want to but because we need to. I am not getting any younger and I have so many responsibilities to fulfill --as a daughter, as a sister, and as a person. I will never leave my passion for singing. It will always be there. But there are some mature decisions that I have to make before it's too late. I know that in the long run, my decision will not only benefit myself but my loved ones as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I dream of getting married. Yes, I dream of becoming pregnant --one day...when I'm ready. But for now, I will be going back to the corporate world. I have been hearing a lot of insights from my friends about my decision. Some are for it, some are against it. But the most important thing is, everyone who knows me and who loves me are very supportive of my decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't take me overnight to decide upon this. It took me almost 2 years to think about it. And I am happy that even if a lot of people that I love are against my job (I don't blame them...they just love me), they still supported me and accepted me. It is my turn this time to return the favor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I always say, I loathe the thought of regrets and 'what ifs'...I will make this work...I promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28470657-116015266115245149?l=mygurlkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/feeds/116015266115245149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28470657&amp;postID=116015266115245149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/116015266115245149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/116015266115245149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/2006/10/clarifications-real-reason-why-i-left.html' title='CLARIFICATIONS: The Real Reason Why I Left UNITY'/><author><name>kat's corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088762399733411787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/1656317571229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28470657.post-116012974969734117</id><published>2006-10-06T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T18:18:25.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words of Wisdom From Sex &amp; The City</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/cynthia_nixon22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/200/cynthia_nixon22.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been receiving this email a hundred times already but I never get tired of reading it. It makes so much sense. I think this should be every woman's credo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my say to this entry: let us all remember that we should be the captain of our ship. We shouldn't put our lives on hold for anybody. I know it's so easy to say it but it's so hard to do. And yes, those who really know me would tell me to practice what I preach. I guess we are all guilty of giving too much and getting so hurt in the end. Bottom line is, we should savor every experience and be ready for the consequences that come with it.... here are some of the lessons learned in the HBO Series. Let us all learn from our best friends, Carrie, Samantha, Miranda and Charlotte...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;WORDS OF WISDOM FROM SEX &amp; THE CITY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;If a man wants you, nothing          can keep him away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he doesn't want you, nothing can make him          stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop making excuses for a man and his behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If          you have ANY doubt in your mind about a man's character, leave him          alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow your intuition (or spirit) to save you          from heartache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop trying to change yourself for a          relationship that's not meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't force an          attraction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slower is better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never live your life for a          man before you find what makes you truly happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a          relationship ends because the man was not treating you as you deserve          then heck no you can't "be friends." A friend wouldn't mistreat a          friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have faith in God regarding your relationship,          but don't let faith make you stupid. God does things decent and in          order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't settle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you feel like he is stringing you          along, then he probably is. If he keeps changing his mind about          the relationship--take that as a BIG sign that he is unstable. Do          you really want to be with a man like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't stay because          you think "it will get better." You'll be mad at yourself a year          later for staying when things are not better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honorable men          take care of their business and aren't involved in a whole lot of          mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only person you can control in a relationship          is you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's ONLY ONE 'reason' a man dumps you;          he doesn't want you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avoid men who've got a bunch of          children by a bunch of different women. He didn't marry them when          he got them pregnant, why would he treat you any          differently?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You really do have to kiss a few frogs before          finding the prince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always put yourself and your happiness          first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always have your own set of friends separate          from his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maintain boundaries in how a guy treats you.          If something bothers you, speak up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he doesn't call, he          just isn't that interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be honest and upfront.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know          when to cut the cord, don't be strung along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't fall for the          "I'm confused role". Remove yourself from the situation to let him figure things out (but don't wait for him, move on).&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to have a          clue as to how he will treat you, watch how he treats the WOMEN in          his family (not just mom).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's more than physical          abuse, there's emotional and mental abuse. If he causes any of          them...flee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cannot change a man's behaviors.          Change comes from within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let him place rules on you          that he is not willing to follow himself - double          standard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't EVER make him feel he is more          important than you are...even if he has more education or in          a better job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not make him into a quasi-god. He is a          man, nothing more nothing less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demand respect and if he can't          give it, he can't have you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't compete with other women,          but be aware that men are attracted to what they see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If          you think he is cheating, he probably is. Confront him right away and          if you feel he's lying, let him go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actions speak louder than          words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never let a man define who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEVER rely on a          man for compliments, look to YOURSELF for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never          borrow someone else's man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he cheated with you, he'll cheat on          you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because he says he loves you, doesn't          mean that he won't hurt you and it doesn't mean that you          are meant to be with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To use painful hard-won wisdom --          'get it right' the next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know that you deserve to be the          number one person in the life of the #1person in your          life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a verb ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn to give up your lifelong          task of trying to make someone unavailable-available,          someone ungiving-giving, and someone unloving-loving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man          will only treat you the way you ALLOW him to treat you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All          men are NOT dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should not be the one doing all          the bending...compromise is a two way street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't          love yourself...you can't love anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cannot mend          someone else's broken heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need time to heal          between relationships...there is nothing cute about baggage... deal          with your issues before pursuing a new      relationship.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28470657-116012974969734117?l=mygurlkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/feeds/116012974969734117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28470657&amp;postID=116012974969734117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/116012974969734117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/116012974969734117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/2006/10/words-of-wisdom-from-sex-city.html' title='Words of Wisdom From Sex &amp; The City'/><author><name>kat's corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088762399733411787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/1656317571229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28470657.post-115994578041156318</id><published>2006-10-04T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T15:09:40.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Are We Ever Going To Be Happy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;I got this email. It's very true. It made me think about what I have right now and what I want in my life...then I realized that life is just one big &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;simple puzzle&lt;/span&gt;. We are the only ones making it difficult. We try to figure out the puzzle but we are blinded to what's right in front of us. We are asking for more...we are looking for missing pieces...or we're trying to fit the wrong piece of the puzzle in the wrong place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When are we ever going to be happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;we convince ourselves that life will be better after we get  married, have a baby, then another? Then we get frustrated that the kids  aren't old enough and we'll be more content when they are. After that, we're  frustrated that we have teenagers to deal with. We will certainly be happy  when they are out of that stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;we tell ourselves that our life  will be complete when our spouse gets his or her act together, when we get a  nicer car, when we are able to go on a nice vacation, or when we  retire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The truth is there's no better time to be happy than right  now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not now, when? Your life will always be filled with  challenges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's best to admit this to yourself and decide to be  happy anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happiness is the way&lt;/span&gt;. So, treasure every moment that you have  and treasure it more because you shared it with someone special, special  enough to spend your time with... and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;remember that time waits for no  one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, stop waiting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until your car or home is paid  off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until you get a new car or home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until your kids leave the  house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until you go back to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until you finish  school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until you lose 10 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until you gain 10 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until  you get married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until you get a divorce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until you have  kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until you retire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until summer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until  spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until you  die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;There is no better time than right now to be happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Happiness  is a journey, not a destination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;So work like you don't need  money,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Love like you've never been hurt,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;And, dance like no one's  watching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28470657-115994578041156318?l=mygurlkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/feeds/115994578041156318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28470657&amp;postID=115994578041156318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/115994578041156318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/115994578041156318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/2006/10/when-are-we-ever-going-to-be-happy.html' title='When Are We Ever Going To Be Happy?'/><author><name>kat's corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088762399733411787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/1656317571229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28470657.post-115978769495690284</id><published>2006-10-02T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T19:14:54.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Return of Kal-el</title><content type='html'>I just finished watching the season 6 premiere of Smallville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was breathtaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome back Kal-el. I knew you would defeat Zod...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28470657-115978769495690284?l=mygurlkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/feeds/115978769495690284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28470657&amp;postID=115978769495690284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/115978769495690284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/115978769495690284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/2006/10/return-of-kal-el.html' title='The Return of Kal-el'/><author><name>kat's corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088762399733411787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/1656317571229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28470657.post-115977369433515911</id><published>2006-10-02T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T15:21:34.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am loved...</title><content type='html'>Despite the storm that destroyed our weekend and damaged a lot of properties, despite of me leaving the band, despite of the million questions in my brain that cause a lot of confusion and sleepless nights, I am still loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am loved because....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....my brother wakes up at 4:30am just to bring me to the airport when I have out of town hosting gigs and shows because he doesn't feel safe for me to take the cab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....my mom makes sure that everything in the house is in order. She is my role-model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....my family accepts all my flaws and still loves me very much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....Kim lives in Laguna but he'd make sure he picks me up at the airport when I get back from my out of town gigs. He worries about me to the point that when the storm screwed up the cell sites, he went as far as Caltex SLEX just to call me to check up on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....I have friends who send me loving messages and supports all my decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....I have John Paul who is hurting that I have to leave but still he understands my situation and despite our separation, he reassures me that nothing will change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....I have met new friends who show concern and help me out with my job-hunting adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whenever that I feel that life is tough, I just try to remember all the people who love me..I am really loved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28470657-115977369433515911?l=mygurlkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/feeds/115977369433515911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28470657&amp;postID=115977369433515911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/115977369433515911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/115977369433515911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-am-loved.html' title='I am loved...'/><author><name>kat's corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088762399733411787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/1656317571229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28470657.post-115934649411794906</id><published>2006-09-27T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T16:41:35.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smallville Cast</title><content type='html'>Forgive me friends...I am just so excited....I couldn't help myself.....here are pics of the cast of season 6 of Smallville...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/season6cast.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/400/season6cast.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Left to right: Justin Hartley (Oliver Queen/Green Arrow), Aaron Ashmore (Jimmy Olsen), Allison Mack (Chloe Sullivan), Erica Durance (Lois Lane), Tom Welling (Clark Kent), Kristin Kreuk (Lana Lang), and Michael Rosenbaum (Lex Luthor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/s6-tw-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/320/s6-tw-4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...Tom Welling (Clark Kent)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/s6-mr-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/320/s6-mr-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...Michael Rosenbaum (Lex Luthor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/s6-kk-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/320/s6-kk-3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...Kristin Kreuk (Lana Lang)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/s6-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/320/s6-5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...Allison Mack (Chloe Sullivan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/s6-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/320/s6-6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...Justin Hartley (Oliver Queen/Green Arrow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/s6-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/320/s6-7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... Aaron Ashmore (Jimmy Olsen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Kryptonsite for the pictures.......I can't wait!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28470657-115934649411794906?l=mygurlkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/feeds/115934649411794906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28470657&amp;postID=115934649411794906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/115934649411794906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/115934649411794906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/2006/09/smallville-cast.html' title='Smallville Cast'/><author><name>kat's corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088762399733411787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/1656317571229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28470657.post-115934356615000392</id><published>2006-09-27T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T15:52:46.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smallville's Season 6 Premiere</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/s6triangle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/320/s6triangle.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out that Smallville's season premiere will be out this thursday, september 28...I couldn't wait!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard that there will be another love triangle blossoming....the lex/lana/clark and the lana/clark/chloe triangle will be replaced by the Clark/Lois/Ollie triangle...hmmm...So, Lois, who will it be... the Emerald Archer or the Man of Steel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And one other thing: You're not working with me, you're working for me. I call the shots, I ask the questions. You are low man, I am top banana. Comprende?" -- Lois Lane&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28470657-115934356615000392?l=mygurlkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/feeds/115934356615000392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28470657&amp;postID=115934356615000392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/115934356615000392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/115934356615000392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/2006/09/smallvilles-season-6-premiere.html' title='Smallville&apos;s Season 6 Premiere'/><author><name>kat's corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088762399733411787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/1656317571229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28470657.post-115929689075730814</id><published>2006-09-27T02:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T02:54:50.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate That I Don't Hate You!!!</title><content type='html'>Don't you sometimes just want to scream out of frustration whenever you feel that you're right and your better half doesn't give in? Don't you feel that life is just so unfair and women are really from Venus and men are from Mars?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how we sometimes get so angry at ourselves for wanting so much to fight for what we think is right but then we try to stop ourselves from doing it because of the fear of having to undergo too much drama or having to drain ourselves of too much frustration knowing that nobody will ever give in (especially when you're at the heat of the argument)? Instead, we count to ten, breathe in, breathe out, and wait.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing is, technology has taught us to become so impatient! Cellphones, SMS, and other devices have made things easier for us, but it has also created a sort of 'need for emergence' (whether important or otherwise)...we want answers NOW! ASAP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love K dearly...but sometimes, there are things that women and men will never understand and we just have to leave it at that...and maybe, because of that love that I have for him, I cannot find it in my heart to hate even a nail in his body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, I was watching &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 Things I Hate About You&lt;/span&gt; and I remember the poem that Kat (how ironic) wrote for her school project...I just want to share it to all my friends who are caught up in a relationship...this poem just goes to show that there is no such thing as a perfect couple...that there will always be things that we will not be liking about our partners, but then it would not matter because in the end, we will still love them no matter what happens...it is true that people are superficial and that people want perfection, but when it comes to the one you love, the bucket of tears you cry, the number of sleepless nights, the million times you'd have press cons with your friends would never matter...believe me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I hate it, I hate the way you're always right. I hate it when you lie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;font-size:130%;" &gt;I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;font-size:130%;" &gt;I hate it that you're not around&lt;/span&gt;, and the fact that you didn't call. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28470657-115929689075730814?l=mygurlkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/feeds/115929689075730814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28470657&amp;postID=115929689075730814' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/115929689075730814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/115929689075730814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-hate-that-i-dont-hate-you.html' title='I Hate That I Don&apos;t Hate You!!!'/><author><name>kat's corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088762399733411787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/1656317571229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28470657.post-115924784387200807</id><published>2006-09-26T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T13:18:37.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surreal...</title><content type='html'>It's going to be a surreal moment for me later. For the first time, I will be going to Pier One, as usual for UNITY's tuesday gig but this time, as a spectator..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still feeling a little iffy whether I'm going or not, but I have to. I have to make sure that the transition runs smoothly. I have faith in the new vocalist, Melanie. I heard she sings well...and she's pretty, so I feel safe and secured that Unity won't be having a hard time adjusting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathe Kat...every thing's going to be ok....it's really really sinking in now..wait....not yet...oh well...tomorrow is another day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28470657-115924784387200807?l=mygurlkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/feeds/115924784387200807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28470657&amp;postID=115924784387200807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/115924784387200807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/115924784387200807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/2006/09/surreal.html' title='Surreal...'/><author><name>kat's corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088762399733411787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/1656317571229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28470657.post-115916840961613889</id><published>2006-09-25T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T15:13:29.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures during the Winston In Concert Series</title><content type='html'>Here was my birthday bash pics with Parokya and my friends from Winston....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/DSCN3000.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/320/DSCN3000.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...with Mondo of Pinup Girls&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/DSC00925.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/320/DSC00925.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...uso pa ba, ang harana???&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/DSC00927.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/320/DSC00927.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...my birthday cake..thanks Winston, thanks PAPs, thanks Chingsss....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/320/collage.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...Siena, Mokkers, Chito, and Kaye...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28470657-115916840961613889?l=mygurlkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/feeds/115916840961613889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28470657&amp;postID=115916840961613889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/115916840961613889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/115916840961613889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/2006/09/pictures-during-winston-in-concert.html' title='Pictures during the Winston In Concert Series'/><author><name>kat's corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088762399733411787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/1656317571229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28470657.post-115911606881390531</id><published>2006-09-25T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T00:41:08.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Hairdo!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/DSC00313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/200/DSC00313.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was a little skeptic to have my haircut awhile ago...I have had my hair long for four years already and I just had it permed recently....but then, I have been encountering a lot of changes lately so, what the heck...might as well have it done...who knows, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, I'm getting the hang of it...Kim loves it....that's all that matters. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28470657-115911606881390531?l=mygurlkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/feeds/115911606881390531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28470657&amp;postID=115911606881390531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/115911606881390531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/115911606881390531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-new-hairdo.html' title='My New Hairdo!!!'/><author><name>kat's corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088762399733411787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/1656317571229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28470657.post-115899628730061283</id><published>2006-09-23T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T15:37:47.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parokya Ni Edgar, Winston, and More Thank You's.....</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I hosted the Winston In Concert Series: Wings Tour 2006 with Mondo at Xander's Bar, Ortigas. Parokya Ni Edgar was the featured band last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Parokya Ni Edgar..I practically know the lyrics to all their songs and whenever I host the Winston series (this is my 3rd year now) and Parokya is the featured band, I get so excited because of Chito's spontaneity and their great songs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the surprise of my life when Chito suddenly called me and serenaded me with my favorite song, HARANA...and with the song, was a cake from Winston and PAPS Productions...I was so elated! I was in cloud nine again last night. It was a very touching moment for me (pictures to follow!!!) Imagine, one of my favorite bands, singing my favorite song, FOR ME!!! Wow!!!! I was speechless!!! I can't wait for september 29 and 30. I will be hosting again at Naga and Legaspi with Parokya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks to Winston, JT International especially to Edward, Dessa and Dick Sugcang...I love you PAPS productions...thank you Manny Ongkiko, Sienna, Mokkers, Roman, Leslie and Sherwin...you guys are the best!!! I also had a blast hosting with Mondo....I miss Harry though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Lee, my two chingching girls Ana and Miki, Josh (even if he forgot my 3 cheese sandwich at Coffee Bean), and Pio....thanks for consuming the 2 cases of LONESTAR LIGHT...hahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last sharing....I felt elated too that there were so many people who wanted to take pictures with me...for a moment there, I felt like I was a star...it was a great way of ending a great night...that's it!!! I'm never going to quit hosting!!! Hahaha!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28470657-115899628730061283?l=mygurlkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/feeds/115899628730061283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28470657&amp;postID=115899628730061283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/115899628730061283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/115899628730061283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/2006/09/parokya-ni-edgar-winston-and-more.html' title='Parokya Ni Edgar, Winston, and More Thank You&apos;s.....'/><author><name>kat's corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088762399733411787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/1656317571229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28470657.post-115890669271614219</id><published>2006-09-22T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T14:31:32.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you..........</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my birthday at PierOne the Fort...it was also my goodbye show...thanks to everyone who came...I am very grateful to everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my family...they are my life, I love them so much. I am happy that my Mama, Papa, BJ, Marielle and Ethel were there...thank you for being there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Kim, even if he was sick last night, he made sure he was there during my special night. Thanks for the song. You will always be my Clark Kent...my savior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my radio friends, Paolo Tolentino and Joey Agustin (Lil Joey)....you got your wish...you made me cry..thanks for the cake!!!! To CJ, I know you weren't there but I'd like to thank you for playing my favorite Smallville song on the radio (even if it wasn't part of the playlist....it meant a lot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My soulsister Cat Juan, Seph and Ramon.....thanks so much for being there...you are already a part of my life and your presence really made a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the DPC People and to the Blue Team (LBC)...I may not be singing anymore but I know that we will still cross paths soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my artist friends, Jimmy Bondoc, Luke Mejares, Wings Soriano, Coline and AJ of Silk, Nestor of Classified, Escape (particularly ROMMEL--happy birthday kuya!, Mike, and Tope) thanks for jamming last night!!! Love nyo talaga ako...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gibet and Kenneth, Clarizelle Marino (my booking agent/confidante/friend/gimmik buddy), thanks for being there....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my high school friends, Roanne, Kathie, Ingrid, and Elaine...I was really touched that you could make it despite your very busy schedule!!! See you at the bridal shower!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Ate Rocelle and Kuya Butch, you are already my family...thank you for making me feel like I am already a part of your lives...I really hope you hade fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special mention to my very very very good friends, Melani, Fabio, Adrian, Lee, Miki, Ana, Al, Marvin, Pio, (oh my, I hope I didn't miss out on anybody else...)...I will still sing Stars Are Blind For You...Yancy, thanks for the 'show'...hahahah....mwah!!! you guys are the best!!! Thanks for always making me smile!!! Forever and ever na to.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who greeted me thru text, ym and email, thank you very much, you know who you are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my best friend...JohnPaul Quijano Dizon...I love you forever and ever...you will always be my best friend.....please don't be sad anymore. I love you. I will never leave you. We may not be working together anymore but you are always in my heart and I will never let anybody as in ANYBODY hurt you. That's how much I love you......I want you to be happy always....tandaan mo yan....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNITY is my family...I will love them forever...the memories will forever be in my heart. Ige, Emil, Tyrone and Dave....I don't care what other people say....for me, you guys are the best!!! (after Kim shempre...hehehe...love your own)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not yet goodbye........this is a start of something new...something greater....let's just say that we're all growing up and we're all going to have to accept all the changes that will come our way...and you know what? I have a feeling that it's going to be for the better. The friendship will never end...It will be there forever. I love you!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28470657-115890669271614219?l=mygurlkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/feeds/115890669271614219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28470657&amp;postID=115890669271614219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/115890669271614219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/115890669271614219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/2006/09/thank-you.html' title='Thank you..........'/><author><name>kat's corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088762399733411787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/1656317571229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28470657.post-115851526316203801</id><published>2006-09-18T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T01:47:43.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Girls Only!</title><content type='html'>Got this text from Miki...it was so true that I had to write it in my blog...thanks ching...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only our girl friends understand:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Emergency calls at 2 in the morning.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No matter how many times we watch the same tear jerker, we'll always weep in some scenes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why shopping is always therapeutic.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why we have to go to the bathroom in groups.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why we can leave anything and everything at home except for our cellphone and vanity  kits.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why we feel naked without our earrings.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How we could spend the whole day together and still have tons to talk about on the phone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That boyfriends come and go but REAL FRIENDS...they will never leave your side..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28470657-115851526316203801?l=mygurlkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/feeds/115851526316203801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28470657&amp;postID=115851526316203801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/115851526316203801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/115851526316203801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/2006/09/for-girls-only.html' title='For Girls Only!'/><author><name>kat's corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088762399733411787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/1656317571229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28470657.post-115851464224144112</id><published>2006-09-18T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T01:37:22.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://us.st11.yimg.com/us.st.yimg.com/I/divisoria_1910_362689"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://us.st11.yimg.com/us.st.yimg.com/I/divisoria_1910_362689" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to watch this movie for the second time. To be honest, I have also been an avid fan of Tagalog movies (especially the ones from Aga Mulach, Regine Velasquez and yes, my secret idol, Sharon Cuneta)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story is about two people who have met through a weird circumstance by a phone conversation. Love sparks...so they decide to meet only realizing that they are living in 2 totally different eras of time. They are 49 years apart to be exact--Divina, who lives in the year 1957, and Marco in 2006. They made a promise that one day, on March 29, 2006, they will meet again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved the story. I loved the concept of the movie. I loved the way the main actors portrayed their parts..in my opinion, they fit the role perfectly. This is the kind of movie that I would want to watch all over again. And everytime I do watch it, I know that I will be consuming a lot of Kleenex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a conversation in the end that really made me think. It made me wonder whether this kind of love was just possible in the movies, or maybe, just maybe, for hopeless romantics like me, yes, there may be a little chance of hope that it may be possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 49 years of waiting, Divina told Marko this line: "Destiny dictates everything that happens in this world. Even in LOVE. LOVE is blind to TIME...LOVE SEES NO END...Countless things can happen as time takes its course. But only one thing endures...LOVE."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my single friends, and to those who have been waiting for 'the one', here is something I learned from the movie: You shouldn't get tired of waiting, because you know in your heart that he or she will come. And you will love each other for the rest of your days. Some call it choice...but mostly its DESTINY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28470657-115851464224144112?l=mygurlkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/feeds/115851464224144112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28470657&amp;postID=115851464224144112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/115851464224144112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/115851464224144112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/2006/09/moments-of-love.html' title='Moments of Love'/><author><name>kat's corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088762399733411787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/1656317571229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28470657.post-115849343708894470</id><published>2006-09-17T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T19:43:57.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday BabyBoy!!!!!</title><content type='html'>You're a year older Baby...but every year, you have touched people's lives and have added a lot of great memories to the people close to you because of your mere presence in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your patience...thanks for the love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wish is for you to be happy because you deserve it..I will love you forever...even if your tummy gets bigger and bigger everyday... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28470657-115849343708894470?l=mygurlkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/feeds/115849343708894470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28470657&amp;postID=115849343708894470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/115849343708894470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/115849343708894470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/2006/09/happy-birthday-babyboy.html' title='Happy Birthday BabyBoy!!!!!'/><author><name>kat's corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088762399733411787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/1656317571229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28470657.post-115848717913589812</id><published>2006-09-17T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T17:59:39.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Truth About Being TRUTHFUL</title><content type='html'>It really is true that 'the truth will set you free'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really helps if you vent out all your questions, your qualms, your confusions to someone that you trust..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a text awhile ago (thanks Miki) and it struck me again like lightning..."There are FRIENDS who destroy each other, but a REAL friend sticks closer than a brother...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you are a Smallville fan, you'd know that Lex Luthor would repeatedly say that "You should keep your friends close and your enemies closer"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago, I opened up to a friend about something that has been bothering me for the past months already. And because I have been keeping it to myself, I have had questions that have been unanswered. I am very thankful for that conversation because it lifted a heavy burden in my heart (thank you Coline)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apologies were made...and I'm wishing that they were accepted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I know that this is not yet the end...I feel bad that I may have destroyed a friendship that has been built for years. Now I am realizing that even if you mean well...that even if you try doing the right thing, there are still consequences. I feel a certain relief for being truthful about some things, but I also feel a tinge of guilt that my truthfulness destroyed or should I say created a rift among friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm starting to wonder if I did the right thing or if I should have kept my mouth shut...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I am back in this familiar place called limbo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28470657-115848717913589812?l=mygurlkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/feeds/115848717913589812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28470657&amp;postID=115848717913589812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/115848717913589812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/115848717913589812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/2006/09/truth-about-being-truthful.html' title='The Truth About Being TRUTHFUL'/><author><name>kat's corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088762399733411787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/1656317571229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28470657.post-115829648131027968</id><published>2006-09-15T12:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T13:01:21.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary, PierOne Fort!</title><content type='html'>My soulsister, Cat and I had a blast!!!! And of course, thanks to COUSIN Maui for the pics....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/IMG_4258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/320/IMG_4258.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/IMG_4269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/320/IMG_4269.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/IMG_4275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/320/IMG_4275.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28470657-115829648131027968?l=mygurlkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/feeds/115829648131027968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28470657&amp;postID=115829648131027968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/115829648131027968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/115829648131027968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/2006/09/happy-anniversary-pierone-fort.html' title='Happy Anniversary, PierOne Fort!'/><author><name>kat's corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088762399733411787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/1656317571229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28470657.post-115820897800396815</id><published>2006-09-14T12:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T12:43:06.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinking In...</title><content type='html'>It's starting to sink in...less than a week from now, I will be having a total change in my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every song I sing now has more meaning...every melody enters straight to my heart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Involuntary tears run down my face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stage is my place of solace...I am who I am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fear the thought of crossing over..the afterlife is still vague...it scares me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28470657-115820897800396815?l=mygurlkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/feeds/115820897800396815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28470657&amp;postID=115820897800396815' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/115820897800396815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/115820897800396815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/2006/09/sinking-in.html' title='Sinking In...'/><author><name>kat's corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088762399733411787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/1656317571229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28470657.post-115795641690883836</id><published>2006-09-11T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T14:33:37.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanted: Universal Remote Control</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/232/3725/1600/click-poster-0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/232/3725/1600/click-poster-0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, before meeting up with K, I decided to go to metrowalk and check out the new DVD selections..being the loser that I am, I haven't seen the movie, "Click" yet. So, I purchased one (including seasons 1 and 2 of Grey's Anatomy--thanks to Caz, she has convinced me that it's worth the watch..and since I've finished my Smallville marathon, I needed to keep myself busy during the wee hours of the morning).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I was, in my bedroom, 12midnight (just after my CSI Supreme Sunday marathon at AXN), wondering what to do next....I almost forgot I had my new DVDs. I popped the Adam Sandler movie in my player, got myself some movie-theater-butter popcorn, made myself comfortable in my favorite corner of my room and started the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a snippet of what the movie is about...I got this from Yahoo! Movies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;A workaholic architect, who has been overlooking his family in favor of his career, comes across a universal remote that allows him to perform TiVo-like functions on his life, such as pausing events or fast-forwarding over them. When the remote begins creating its own memory and choosing what to fast-forward over, the man sees how much of his personal life has passed him by and realizes the importance of spending more time with his family.&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been a fan of Adam Sandler eversince, from Happy Gilmore to The Wedding Singer to 50 First Dates...he really cracks me up with his funny antics and witty toilet humor. It was also fun watching some of the cast of his old movies portray funny parts. Of course, Rob Schneider was there in a bit role as the funny Arabian prince, Sean Astin (who was Doug, Drew Barrymore's brother in 50 First Dates) played a part too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried laughing my brains out and at the same time, I cried because the movie touched my heart and made me realize how we should grasp and cherish and appreciate every experience that life has to offer. Yes, sometimes, we'd wish that we could own a universal remote control that would just fast forward all the crappy moments of our life..and sometimes we'd wish that we could just pause all the moments that we feel our happiest. But the movie just made me realize that God gave us the free will to decide on what we want to undergo in our lives. And with those choices are consequenses. All we have to do is savor each moment, whether good or bad, and hope that something will be learned through that experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie is a must see. I reccommend this to the workaholics out there, to those who are stuck with their routine, and to my friends who feel that their life is full of drama. After the movie, you will start to realize that the drama we experience, the storms that come our way--they're just preparation for something brighter...something that you'll know is worth it in the end. Be patient..we don't need to fastforward our lives because you'll never know what you're gonna miss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28470657-115795641690883836?l=mygurlkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/feeds/115795641690883836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28470657&amp;postID=115795641690883836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/115795641690883836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/115795641690883836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/2006/09/wanted-universal-remote-control.html' title='Wanted: Universal Remote Control'/><author><name>kat's corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088762399733411787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/1656317571229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28470657.post-115789394130471569</id><published>2006-09-10T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T21:12:21.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Natural High!!!</title><content type='html'>No offense to some people I know but if you really want to be happy, and if you want to have a great time, natural high is still the best...of course, with a little help of my Winston lights and beer...hahaha!!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/addition.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/400/addition.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miki Maus!! Thanks for the pictures!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28470657-115789394130471569?l=mygurlkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/feeds/115789394130471569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28470657&amp;postID=115789394130471569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/115789394130471569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/115789394130471569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/2006/09/natural-high.html' title='Natural High!!!'/><author><name>kat's corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088762399733411787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/1656317571229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28470657.post-115789252639692837</id><published>2006-09-10T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T20:48:46.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adrian's Birthday</title><content type='html'>Another unforgettable birthday party!!! Happy birthday Aids....thanks for the friendship...stay happy always....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/IMG_5296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/320/IMG_5296.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/IMG_5297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/320/IMG_5297.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/IMG_5313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/320/IMG_5313.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe...one comment though...of all these three pictures, I don't see Adrian...Aids? Aids?????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28470657-115789252639692837?l=mygurlkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/feeds/115789252639692837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28470657&amp;postID=115789252639692837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/115789252639692837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/115789252639692837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/2006/09/adrians-birthday.html' title='Adrian&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>kat's corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088762399733411787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/1656317571229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28470657.post-115789006429636479</id><published>2006-09-10T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T20:10:30.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye and Hello....</title><content type='html'>September 21 is a very memorable day for me....for starters, it's a reminder that I'm getting a year older (bummer...)...but, I believe that I have had the best 20 something years of my life! It was one hell of a ride but the view was breathtaking. I stumbled so many times but I would like to believe that I have managed to stand up again amidst all the trials that have been trying to push me further down...God has been so good to me! I am thankful for all the happiness and trials, for all the joy and the pain, for all the love that I gained as well as the love that I lost...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 21 will also be my formal announcement to my close friends, loved ones, and supportive following of my carreer that I will be saying goodbye to singing. Permanently? I still don't know. All I know is that this is one decision that I had to make not for myself but for the people that I love the most...and I know that this decision of mine will make them very proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It still breaks my heart that I will be giving up my passion...this is something that I have dreamt of since I was in my toddler years I guess. But I am still thankful to the Lord that He gave me that chance to fulfill my dream. Now it's time for me to move on and think of what's best for my loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I'm saying goodbye. Goodbye to the 4 years of great memories..Goodbye to my dream of our album turning platinum...Goodbye to my funky boots and attire that I can only wear during my shows...Goodbye to the heartwarming notes I get from our avid followers...Goodbye to UNITY....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be another day...I am looking forward to saying hello to my future...hello to the new people I will get to work with...hello to a new life with Kim...hello to a better relationship with my family...hello to my future children...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life hasn't stopped...it's only the end of another chapter...I can't wait to write the next one..I will keep you posted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28470657-115789006429636479?l=mygurlkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/feeds/115789006429636479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28470657&amp;postID=115789006429636479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/115789006429636479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/115789006429636479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/2006/09/goodbye-and-hello.html' title='Goodbye and Hello....'/><author><name>kat's corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088762399733411787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/1656317571229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28470657.post-115769763887196576</id><published>2006-09-08T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T14:47:34.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Celebrity Look-alikes....</title><content type='html'>I was blog hopping the other day and I saw that one of my soulsister, CAT JUAN's contacts had this so I checked out the site....it's pretty amazing!!! hahaha!!! you should try it...it kinda boosted my self esteem. =)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com" title="MyHeritage - create your own Celebrity Collage" alt="MyHeritage - create your own Celebrity Collage" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://69.93.254.120/F/storage/site1/files/22/97/2297_8527cce01054wlurkp02.jpg" width="370" height="425" border="0" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28470657-115769763887196576?l=mygurlkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/feeds/115769763887196576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28470657&amp;postID=115769763887196576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/115769763887196576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/115769763887196576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-celebrity-look-alikes.html' title='My Celebrity Look-alikes....'/><author><name>kat's corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088762399733411787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/1656317571229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28470657.post-115752428484404757</id><published>2006-09-06T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T14:37:55.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To My Very Own Clark Kent.....</title><content type='html'>This past year was very rocky for K and I...but we have managed to surpass all the storms that went our way. We celebrated our 2nd year anniversary 3 weeks ago and that just made me realize that there's no one in the world I want to be with but K...he is everything to me. It sounds super cheesy but it's true. We hardly see each other but everytime I close my eyes, he is still there. (So to all the people trying to break us up--you know who you are, you pitiful souls--better try harder coz we're unbreakeable)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a fan of smallville and there was a song there by lifehouse that describes how K is to me....every word speaks about how I feel right this very moment..(ok, ok, I will not take credit for discovering the song...it was actually CJ who made me listen to it and the moment I heard it, I fell in love with the song instantly..so there, CJ, the credit is yours..hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everything (Lifehouse)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Find me here&lt;br /&gt;Speak to me&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel you&lt;br /&gt;I need to hear you&lt;br /&gt;You are the light&lt;br /&gt;That is leading me to the place where I find peace again&lt;br /&gt;You are the strength that keeps me walking&lt;br /&gt;You are the hope that keeps me trusting&lt;br /&gt;You are the life to my soul&lt;br /&gt;You are my purpose&lt;br /&gt;You are everything&lt;br /&gt;And how can I stand here with you and not be moved by you&lt;br /&gt;Would you tell me how could it be any better than this&lt;br /&gt;You calm the storms&lt;br /&gt;You give me rest&lt;br /&gt;You hold me in your hands&lt;br /&gt;You won’t let me fall&lt;br /&gt;You steal my heart and you take my breath away&lt;br /&gt;Would you take me in&lt;br /&gt;Would you take me deeper now&lt;br /&gt;’cause you’re all I want&lt;br /&gt;You are all I need&lt;br /&gt;You are everything, everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/kimkat2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/400/kimkat2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28470657-115752428484404757?l=mygurlkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/feeds/115752428484404757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28470657&amp;postID=115752428484404757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/115752428484404757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/115752428484404757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/2006/09/to-my-very-own-clark-kent.html' title='To My Very Own Clark Kent.....'/><author><name>kat's corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088762399733411787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/1656317571229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28470657.post-115743747645326122</id><published>2006-09-05T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T14:24:36.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marvin's Birthday</title><content type='html'>I'm happy that Marvin decided to spend his birthday during our show at Pier One Roxas Blvd. We had a blast...I heard there's a part 2 later at Pier One Morato...I can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also happy that I have friends that remind me of how lucky  I am that  I am blessed with so many talents. They keep me grounded and they are so supportive of all my decisions,  no matter how hard they are. And when I'm at the brink of giving up, and when I think that life is really giving me a crappy time, they are there to remind me of how great this rollercoaster ride is. When I am with them, I am reminded also that I don't need to put my life on hold for anybody or anything because I am the captain of my ship and that I should be determining my own happiness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/IMG_0161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/320/IMG_0161.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/IMG_0167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/320/IMG_0167.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/IMG_0172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/320/IMG_0172.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/IMG_0201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/320/IMG_0201.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/IMG_0210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/320/IMG_0210.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28470657-115743747645326122?l=mygurlkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/feeds/115743747645326122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28470657&amp;postID=115743747645326122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/115743747645326122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/115743747645326122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/2006/09/marvins-birthday.html' title='Marvin&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>kat's corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088762399733411787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/1656317571229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28470657.post-115743447993157655</id><published>2006-09-05T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T15:01:35.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kami nAPO Muna....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/cdp-941366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/320/cdp-941366.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to visit my Magic jock friends yesterday at the station. Actually, I've been spending a lot of time with them lately and it feels good to reconnect again with old friends, and meet new ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at Eastwood last saturday to hang with them and to watch South Border's farewell show before they left for the states. As usual, they rocked the house. Eastwood's central plaza was jampacked with people so we decided to chill in front of the Magic booth right across fusion. They had couches there, so it was quite comfy hanging there with my close friends. I'm glad that I was able to meet mojo jojo, mighty mike and of course, DJ Kimosabe (i'm not so sure with the spelling of his name...i don't care...I love hiphop!) I'd like to give special mention to CJ...he's my new little brother. For some reason, he chose to call me ATE KAT (surprisingly, I didn't mind although it really was an eye opener to me that I am getting old!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so happy yesterday that I received a gift from CJ....my very own &lt;b&gt;Kami nAPO Muna&lt;/b&gt; cd!!!!! I love Orange and Lemons' version of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yakap Sa Dilim&lt;/span&gt;, Kamikazee's version of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Doo Bidoo,&lt;/span&gt; Barbie's version of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I Met You&lt;/span&gt;, Top Suzara's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anna&lt;/span&gt;, Moonstar88's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Panalangin&lt;/span&gt;, and The Dawn's version of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bawa't Bata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not really a fan of the Apo but I love the way that the bands of our generation put a twist on these legendary songs that have been part of everybody's history...some bands just played safe with the songs but most of the bands really made the songs their own...it was amazing!!! Kamikazee rocked with their own version (although I don't think lolo Danny, Bubuy and Jim are ecstatic about it...hahaha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The CD is definitely worth buying!!! Thanks to CJ for the cd!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28470657-115743447993157655?l=mygurlkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/feeds/115743447993157655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28470657&amp;postID=115743447993157655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/115743447993157655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/115743447993157655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/2006/09/kami-napo-muna.html' title='Kami nAPO Muna....'/><author><name>kat's corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088762399733411787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/1656317571229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28470657.post-115632749193637552</id><published>2006-08-23T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T18:04:51.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Be Afraid To Cry...</title><content type='html'>There was a study done where a control  group of 100 people were divided into two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 people watched a very  funny, tears-of laughter type movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 watched a very sad and tears of  compassion type movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the sessions researchers collected  the "happy tears" and the "sad tears" with eye droppers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They found that  "happy tears" are made up of brine...salt water and not a great deal  else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However the "sad tears" were found to contain the very same  chemicals and enzymes that are found in tumours, ulcers and other such lumps and  bumps and sicknesses through out the body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This test concluded that the  body, when crying in sadness etc is literally flushing out all of the  toxic-chemicals that accumulate and are a part of the sadness /heartache  experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore if one holds back those tears, those toxic-waters  will find somewhere else to deposit themselves.....and prolonged  lack-of-crying-release will guarantee that the body will accumulate a huge  amount of internal pollution and toxicity that should have been released through  the tears........is it any wonder that the eyes sting so much when we hold back  our tears?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, never be afraid to cry....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28470657-115632749193637552?l=mygurlkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/feeds/115632749193637552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28470657&amp;postID=115632749193637552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/115632749193637552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/115632749193637552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/2006/08/never-be-afraid-to-cry.html' title='Never Be Afraid To Cry...'/><author><name>kat's corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088762399733411787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/1656317571229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28470657.post-115580208412222936</id><published>2006-08-17T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T16:08:04.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FOR SALE: Olympus m:robe 500</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;OLYMPUS M:ROBE 500&lt;/b&gt; --touch screen music player digital camera.&lt;br /&gt;20gigs, slightly used, very good condition..no scratches.. 12,000Php negotiable...contact me at 09178064769 for more info..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;complete with box, case, cradle, usb cable, earphones, remote, cd software, manual, av out cables..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cash on delivery preferred especially those living in qc, ortigas or makati, wire transfer for those outside metro manila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Touch screen lets you effortlessly operate the m:robe 500i with the light touch of a finger.&lt;br /&gt;* Connect the included stereo headphones, designed with a unique style for increased comfort and freedom, to enjoy your very own listening party.&lt;br /&gt;  * HOLD function lets you "lock" the m:robe 500i so no unintentional use occurs while it's being carried in a pocket or bag.&lt;br /&gt;* Connects directly to your PC via the dedicated USB high-speed 2.0 cable. Or connect it by placing it in the supplied cradle and connecting the USB cable from the cradle to your PC.&lt;br /&gt;* Battery indicator keeps you on top of the m:robe 500i's power supply so you'll always know whether you're ready to rock or ready to recharge.&lt;br /&gt;  * Use the m:robe 500i as an external hard drive for your PC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUSIC.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   * Listen to approximately 5,000 songs with 20GB of internal memory.&lt;br /&gt;  * Easily transfer and organize your music files on your PC with the included m:tripTM Music/Photo Organization software.&lt;br /&gt;  * View track names, album cover art, elapsed track time, length of track, mode being used, song lyrics and more.&lt;br /&gt;* Use the supplied MR-13 remote control to play music, add tracks to your Favorites list, switch listening modes, adjust the volume, and more.&lt;br /&gt;* Select music tracks for playback from Favorites, Recently Played, My Top 20, Tracks with Lyrics and Unplayed Tracks categories.&lt;br /&gt;  * Find tracks by searching genre, album or even the release year of the song.&lt;br /&gt;  * Play tracks in Repeat mode or in Random order.&lt;br /&gt;  * Choose among 16 pre-set Equalizer settings or customize your own and listen to your music in the desired fashion.&lt;br /&gt;  * Synchronize your Music database between your m:robe and your m:tripTM software.&lt;br /&gt;  * Connect the included stereo headphones to enjoy your very own listening party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PHOTOS.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   * Store approximately 20,000 photos with 20GB of internal memory.&lt;br /&gt;* Shoot, view and arrange photos in albums, including a Favorites album if you desire. (Photos can be set to 1280 x 960 or 640 x 480 resolution.)&lt;br /&gt;  * Easily transfer and organize your image files on your PC with the included m:tripTM Music/Photo Organization software.&lt;br /&gt;  * Search for photos by album name or date.&lt;br /&gt;* Print photos by directly connecting the m:robe 500i to any PictBridge-enabled printer via the included USB high-speed 2.0 cable.&lt;br /&gt;  * Photo light provides increased illumination when taking pictures in dark or poorly lit conditions.&lt;br /&gt;  * View photos on a television using the supplied AV cable.&lt;br /&gt;  * Adjust picture-taking settings, set the date and time, choose a language and much more.&lt;br /&gt;  * Synchronize your Photo database between your m:robe and your m:tripTM software.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;REMIX.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Use the included m:trip software to combine music and images in one of four Remix templates (Flashback, Geometric, Tiles, and Birthday) and create your own mini movies with transitions, cinematic effects, motion and more.&lt;br /&gt;  * Watch remixes on a television using the supplied AV cable.&lt;br /&gt;  * Synchronize your Remix database between your m:robe and your m:tripTM software.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/mrobe_img01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/320/mrobe_img01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/mrobe_img03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/320/mrobe_img03.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/mrobe_img04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/320/mrobe_img04.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28470657-115580208412222936?l=mygurlkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/feeds/115580208412222936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28470657&amp;postID=115580208412222936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/115580208412222936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/115580208412222936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/2006/08/for-sale-olympus-mrobe-500.html' title='FOR SALE: Olympus m:robe 500'/><author><name>kat's corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088762399733411787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/1656317571229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28470657.post-115528881262868888</id><published>2006-08-11T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T17:33:32.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Save Me...</title><content type='html'>I feel my wings have broken in your hands&lt;br /&gt;i feel the words unspoken inside&lt;br /&gt;when they pull you under&lt;br /&gt;and i would give you any thing you want&lt;br /&gt;you were all i wanted&lt;br /&gt;all my dreams are fallin' down&lt;br /&gt;crawlin round and round and round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody save me&lt;br /&gt;Let your warm hands break right through me&lt;br /&gt;Somebody save me&lt;br /&gt;I don't care how you do it&lt;br /&gt;Just save me, save&lt;br /&gt;Come on I've been waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see the world has folded in your heart&lt;br /&gt;i feel the waves crash down inside&lt;br /&gt;and they pull me under&lt;br /&gt;and i would give you anything you want&lt;br /&gt;you were all i wanted&lt;br /&gt;all my dreams have fallen down&lt;br /&gt;crawlin round and round and round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all my dreams are on the ground&lt;br /&gt;crawlin' round and round and round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody save me&lt;br /&gt;Let your warm hands break right through me&lt;br /&gt;Somebody save me&lt;br /&gt;i dont' care how you do it&lt;br /&gt;just save me, save me&lt;br /&gt;i've made this whole world shine for you&lt;br /&gt;just save me, save &lt;br /&gt;come on&lt;br /&gt;i'm still waiting for you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28470657-115528881262868888?l=mygurlkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/feeds/115528881262868888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28470657&amp;postID=115528881262868888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/115528881262868888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/115528881262868888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/2006/08/save-me.html' title='Save Me...'/><author><name>kat's corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088762399733411787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/1656317571229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28470657.post-115493720188753409</id><published>2006-08-07T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T15:53:21.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lex Luthor Cured Me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.devotedfansnetwork.com/gallery/files/2/7/9/7/4/Smallville_S5_dvd_final.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.devotedfansnetwork.com/gallery/files/2/7/9/7/4/Smallville_S5_dvd_final.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been in my room since friday. It's the flu season again and poor me, I was down with it since thursday night. Being as bored as hell, I decided to go and buy some dvds. My brother gave me a tip that there was a new dvd place near the house so I went to check out the selections. I was just supposed to buy season 2 of Lost and Desperate Housewives. Instead, I bought seasons 1 and 2 of Lost, seasons 1 and 2 of Desperate Housewives, and....seasons 1-5 of Smallville...that should keep me busy the whole weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am officially hooked with smallville. I am particulary interested with Lex Luthor. How did a good man like him become the villain that he is now? I guess I will have to find out. For now, kisses to you Lex...your mystery never ceases to amaze me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28470657-115493720188753409?l=mygurlkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/feeds/115493720188753409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28470657&amp;postID=115493720188753409' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/115493720188753409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/115493720188753409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/2006/08/lex-luthor-cured-me.html' title='Lex Luthor Cured Me...'/><author><name>kat's corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088762399733411787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/1656317571229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28470657.post-115458112443263644</id><published>2006-08-03T12:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T12:58:44.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream A Little Dream...</title><content type='html'>I have always wanted to be in a magazine cover...hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/06_07_03_01_31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/400/06_07_03_01_31.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/06_07_03_01_362.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/400/06_07_03_01_362.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to John and Louie for the dress, and to Adrian for taking the picture...&lt;br /&gt;Photo taken at Bed Scene, Mall of Asia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28470657-115458112443263644?l=mygurlkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/feeds/115458112443263644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28470657&amp;postID=115458112443263644' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/115458112443263644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/115458112443263644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/2006/08/dream-little-dream.html' title='Dream A Little Dream...'/><author><name>kat's corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088762399733411787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/1656317571229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28470657.post-115445682697681333</id><published>2006-08-02T02:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T02:27:07.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Much Drama...</title><content type='html'>I think I am attracting too much drama in my life...I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember my friend, who is an expert in energy reading, told me that I am anticipating a lot of drama to happen in my life that is why I am attracting a sort of negative vibe...I am starting to believe that he is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that it was Sunday again. Hopefully things will be better. My world stopped again. I'm good as dead...I know I'll live, but man, the pain I am feeling right now is indescribable. My heart is being torn apart. I'm never falling in love again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday resolution: enough of the drama...I think I'll switch to action...or comedy. Care to comment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you get when you fall in love?&lt;br /&gt;A guy with a pin to burst your bubble&lt;br /&gt;That's what you get for all your trouble.&lt;br /&gt;I'll never fall in love again.&lt;br /&gt;I'll never fall in love again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you get when you kiss a guy?&lt;br /&gt;You get enough germs to catch pneumonia.&lt;br /&gt;After you do, he'll never phone you.&lt;br /&gt;I'll never fall in love again.&lt;br /&gt;I'll never fall in love again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me what is all about,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I've been there and I'm glad I'm out,&lt;br /&gt;Out of those chains, those chains that bind you&lt;br /&gt;That is why I'm here to remind you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you get when you fall in love?&lt;br /&gt;You get enough tears to fill an ocean&lt;br /&gt;That's what you get for your devotion.&lt;br /&gt;I'll never fall in love again.&lt;br /&gt;I'll never fall in love again.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28470657-115445682697681333?l=mygurlkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/feeds/115445682697681333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28470657&amp;postID=115445682697681333' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/115445682697681333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/115445682697681333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/2006/08/too-much-drama.html' title='Too Much Drama...'/><author><name>kat's corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088762399733411787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/1656317571229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28470657.post-115432332787034918</id><published>2006-07-31T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T13:22:07.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All's Well That Ends Well...</title><content type='html'>Last week was hell....I died again, for the millionth time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work was a disaster. My relationship was crumbling. My conscience was killing me because I betrayed a friend. So many major decisions were done this week. My body was weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I spent my sunday celebrating the birthday of K's mom. Apologies were made, love was in the air...again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a quiet sunday dinner with the family again. We were complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the season ender of CSI (thank God, the cable was back).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday to Saturday was hell....but Sunday was worth the wait. It's true that if you really want to see the rainbow, you have to experience a lot of rain...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28470657-115432332787034918?l=mygurlkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/feeds/115432332787034918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28470657&amp;postID=115432332787034918' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/115432332787034918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/115432332787034918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/2006/07/alls-well-that-ends-well.html' title='All&apos;s Well That Ends Well...'/><author><name>kat's corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088762399733411787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/1656317571229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28470657.post-115376969188100220</id><published>2006-07-25T03:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T03:34:51.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Jelousy...</title><content type='html'>In my job, I get to meet a lot of people, men in particular. Some would approach me to compliment the way I sing or look. Some would even be straightforward and ask for my number. I just smile and thank them for the lovely gesture and then I leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the silent rule in 'showbusiness' that you always have to say that you're single, I have always been honest that I am in a relationship. That is one thing I am proud of. I would want to believe that people watch me not just because they want to hit on me but because they admire the way I sing and perform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all the guys reading this entry, here's a little piece of advice...just because your girlfriend compliments on a guy's looks, it doesn't mean that she is attracted to them or that she likes them. Please do not get jealous even if she says that your friend is good-looking. If she is attracted or likes someone, believe me, she wouldn't tell you straight to your face that he's handsome. So please bear in mind that jealousy can be healthy sometimes, but make sure you put it in it's place. It's not worth the pain you inflict to yourself and it's not worth the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28470657-115376969188100220?l=mygurlkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/feeds/115376969188100220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28470657&amp;postID=115376969188100220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/115376969188100220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/115376969188100220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/2006/07/hey-jelousy.html' title='Hey Jelousy...'/><author><name>kat's corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088762399733411787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/1656317571229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28470657.post-115372008004524081</id><published>2006-07-24T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T13:48:00.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Duh!?! Can't You Tell?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/superman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/320/superman.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok....am I the only one who sees the very striking resemblance??? Duh! Perry, Lois and the rest of the guys working at the Daily Planet need to wear really high prescription glasses because they are totally blind. Lois!!! Wake up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28470657-115372008004524081?l=mygurlkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/feeds/115372008004524081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28470657&amp;postID=115372008004524081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/115372008004524081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/115372008004524081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/2006/07/duh-cant-you-tell.html' title='Duh!?! Can&apos;t You Tell?'/><author><name>kat's corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088762399733411787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/1656317571229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28470657.post-115371729006359776</id><published>2006-07-24T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T13:35:00.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do we really need a Savior?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/movie2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/320/movie2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K and I decided to spend our friday evening watching a movie. Since we couldn't decide on what to watch --K wanted Nacho Libre, and I wanted Superman (my God! We were the only losers who haven't seen it yet!)--we just watched both movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nacho Libre is a comedy about a monastary cook (Jack Black) who's dream is to become the greatest wrestler of all time and give all his earnings in wrestling to the orphans. He knew that he had a duty to be a savior to the orphans and since that was the only thing that he felt he was good at, he made sure that he brought home the prize. It's a funny movie. Jack Black did it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superman.....what can I say? He's gorgeous! Kevin Spacey was soooo good in portraying Lex...overall, it was ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a conversation in the movie that struck me though. Lois Lane wrote an award-winning article called "Why The World Doesn't Need Superman". Superman said "You wrote that the world doesn’t need a savior, but every day I hear people crying for one." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superman, or Nacho Libre, may be fictional characters. But everyday, no matter who we are, we are always yearning for our saviors here on earth. We have our own saviors who make sure that we are safe, protected, out of danger, and loved. These saviors may be our family, boyfriends/girlfriends, officemates, friends, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that I could be a savior in someone's eyes....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28470657-115371729006359776?l=mygurlkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/feeds/115371729006359776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28470657&amp;postID=115371729006359776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/115371729006359776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/115371729006359776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/2006/07/do-we-really-need-savior.html' title='Do we really need a Savior?'/><author><name>kat's corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088762399733411787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/1656317571229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28470657.post-115321586860905905</id><published>2006-07-18T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T17:44:28.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Euphoria....Hysteria....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/twins%20collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/400/twins%20collage.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28470657-115321586860905905?l=mygurlkat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/feeds/115321586860905905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28470657&amp;postID=115321586860905905' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/115321586860905905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28470657/posts/default/115321586860905905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygurlkat.blogspot.com/2006/07/euphoriahysteria.html' title='Euphoria....Hysteria....'/><author><name>kat's corner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06088762399733411787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2084/3017/1600/1656317571229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
