<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511229814121320564</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Wed, 11 Nov 2009 07:26:08 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>piNagPaLa</title><description>a customary core of my existence</description><link>http://akopinagpala.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (pinagpala)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511229814121320564.post-7129333354559480947</guid><pubDate>Thu, 14 Aug 2008 11:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-14T05:04:02.104-07:00</atom:updated><title>To: Kaye, Aurelia, Dia and Hya!</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I miss your company very badly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hope we'll catch up soon or in a jiffy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;This is what you get from selling Ariel and Downy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'll see you all soon when we're not busy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Im in dire need to finish this poem in time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;For Iam about to sleep oh my! it's a half past nine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Cakes,pizzas,pasta and ice cream when we dine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Don't you just miss having red or white wine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Never forget the Tequila,White Russian,Champagne and Baileys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Don't you just love the reddish cheeks after the drink ladies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We sure are the best buddies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We'll still be friends even when we're mommies! (hehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hoping God will bless our friendship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Never let it sank like the Titanic ship &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'll be here when you need some tip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'll bring some Tostitos with cheese and salsa dip...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Love you much guys! mwaah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511229814121320564-7129333354559480947?l=akopinagpala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://akopinagpala.blogspot.com/2008/08/to-kaye-aurelia-dia-and-hya.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (pinagpala)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511229814121320564.post-3937488716035541652</guid><pubDate>Thu, 14 Aug 2008 11:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-14T05:05:19.120-07:00</atom:updated><title>confused...very confused!</title><description>hmmm...I've been busy lately so I haven't been updating my blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So! where do I start? (thinking...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes Im confused on what to choose...I wanted to have an engagement gift since he was the one who asked me on what I wanted...It got me thinking what do I really want...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to have a Philip Stein watch and an engagement ring but it would be very expensive to have both... this shouldn't stress me out. So,if you were on my shoe what would you have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6PUkiZ45mvA/SKQUk30NwoI/AAAAAAAAAJs/epfTwyBd6pc/s1600-h/girl+typing2+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234331290602160770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6PUkiZ45mvA/SKQUk30NwoI/AAAAAAAAAJs/epfTwyBd6pc/s200/girl+typing2+copy.jpg" 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/8511229814121320564-3937488716035541652?l=akopinagpala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://akopinagpala.blogspot.com/2008/08/confusedvery-confused.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (pinagpala)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6PUkiZ45mvA/SKQUk30NwoI/AAAAAAAAAJs/epfTwyBd6pc/s72-c/girl+typing2+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511229814121320564.post-88013405266409390</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Jul 2008 13:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-17T07:40:48.199-07:00</atom:updated><title>ill fly to the moon this 2009!!</title><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6PUkiZ45mvA/SH9Vyfx997I/AAAAAAAAAJU/fpvgwuwHzmI/s1600-h/CIMG1661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223988418785966002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6PUkiZ45mvA/SH9Vyfx997I/AAAAAAAAAJU/fpvgwuwHzmI/s200/CIMG1661.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;wow! I don't know where to start since my brain is overloaded with words of how I want my feelings to be described. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6PUkiZ45mvA/SH9Wn4JPYFI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lFz9YNeL5wY/s1600-h/mv+us1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223989335859093586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6PUkiZ45mvA/SH9Wn4JPYFI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lFz9YNeL5wY/s200/mv+us1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Merriam Webster couldn't even find the words or haven't invented the words of how I feel now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Nostradamus didn't even see that coming...and obviously it didn't popped out of David Copperfield's hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6PUkiZ45mvA/SH9XoXZfZLI/AAAAAAAAAJk/PqXNIcaJeuA/s1600-h/sweet+noh-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223990443760379058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6PUkiZ45mvA/SH9XoXZfZLI/AAAAAAAAAJk/PqXNIcaJeuA/s200/sweet+noh-small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It's not even written in Wikipedia nor can be read in the World Encyclopedia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;But it was written in the Book of Life and God knew when exactly he'd ask...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;A guy I adore and love so much for five years now asked me to marry him....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Yes! I couldn't fathom how overjoyed I am... It really pays to wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Thank you so much Lord!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You saw me bludgeoned by circumstance. Lost, injured, hurt by chance. I screamed to the heavens....loudly screamed....Trying to change our nightmares to dreams...The sun has come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The mist has gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;We see in the distance our long way home. I was always yours to have.You were always mine.We have loved each other in and out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;in and out...in and out of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;( an excerpt from Maya Angelou's poem entitled In and out of time )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God knows how much I prayed for this person and how much I love him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember my Barry, my baby, my Juan...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll always be yours to have...and I love you with all my heart!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.s my dear readers please do listen to the song Fly me to the moon while reading this..thanks! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6PUkiZ45mvA/SH9UuZZTpdI/AAAAAAAAAJM/h9iD-pRrgY4/s1600-h/girl+typing2+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223987248840811986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6PUkiZ45mvA/SH9UuZZTpdI/AAAAAAAAAJM/h9iD-pRrgY4/s200/girl+typing2+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511229814121320564-88013405266409390?l=akopinagpala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://akopinagpala.blogspot.com/2008/07/ill-fly-to-moon-this-2009.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (pinagpala)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6PUkiZ45mvA/SH9Vyfx997I/AAAAAAAAAJU/fpvgwuwHzmI/s72-c/CIMG1661.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511229814121320564.post-8078781514148569956</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Jul 2008 07:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-14T00:51:45.704-07:00</atom:updated><title>been sick...</title><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hola my dear readers...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Been out for almost a week I think. I got tonsillitis and fever and I stayed in bed. Getting up was so tiring but now Im fine and recovering...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Back to writing and thinking of other ways to earn money again...back to my old self! thank you Barry for being there for calling just to check how I was doing. I appreciate it a lot. mwwaaah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6PUkiZ45mvA/SHsFTCNqZsI/AAAAAAAAAJE/l1AwJ74MXUI/s1600-h/girl+typing2+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222774017436051138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6PUkiZ45mvA/SHsFTCNqZsI/AAAAAAAAAJE/l1AwJ74MXUI/s200/girl+typing2+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&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/8511229814121320564-8078781514148569956?l=akopinagpala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://akopinagpala.blogspot.com/2008/07/been-sick.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (pinagpala)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6PUkiZ45mvA/SHsFTCNqZsI/AAAAAAAAAJE/l1AwJ74MXUI/s72-c/girl+typing2+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511229814121320564.post-1630408356502586149</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Jul 2008 08:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-14T00:45:24.427-07:00</atom:updated><title>looking back for five minutes...</title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6PUkiZ45mvA/SHsDmyEy6tI/AAAAAAAAAI8/haIrzrDfVlQ/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;When I was younger when computers were not that famous...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I used to play dakop2x,patintero,luto2x,or singing the ever famous bombero, bombero may sunog saan saan sa number one, one plus one wonder woman or maria makiling...banana one...mahal mo ba si sharon yes or no...leo leo chip chip chip...and a lot more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My parents used to call me "the patag girl" for when the clock strikes 6 am I was out playing with my friends and be home by 5pm ready for dinner. I was so dark,my hair was blonde due to the rays of the sun but it doesn't really matter what I look during those days because I had a blast and totally enjoyed my childhood years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The most memorable one was having breakfast with my friends, we were 12 in the group. We'd have dried fish and rice. Plus! we get to eat in one plate all 12 of us. haha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My mom would be so worried I'd get sick. So,she flooded me with vitamins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;When we started growing up,went to different schools (though I wanted to be in the same school as they were in). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I went into private school. Didn't have much friends during late elementary years and highschool. Though I had friends but didn't totally have a connection with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I was always into a fight. Girls my age didn't want me. I was the subject of gossip (girls my age didn't know guys were twice as mean). So,most of my friends were guys,school janitor and the bus driver...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I started to have friends when I hopped into college. Friends that are girls and they happen to be my friends up until now. Though we're now living different or separate lives together if time is ours we'd meet up and catch up on each others tales and stories. I miss them a lot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;There are times in our lives when we keep on looking for something and we basically don't know what we're looking for and at times or most of the time what we're looking for is right infront of us... Time may change us, careers may keep us busy, and at times tired by circumstances but friends will be friends no matter how far away we are from each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well, its never too late to take a look back even for five minutes. For when we look back that's the time we realize how far we've come,how wonderful we've changed, the lessons we learned, the persons we've met and the things that made us happy all through these years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6PUkiZ45mvA/SHsCx9GJO6I/AAAAAAAAAI0/qU0r_rD7_Qs/s1600-h/girl+typing2+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222771250103401378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6PUkiZ45mvA/SHsCx9GJO6I/AAAAAAAAAI0/qU0r_rD7_Qs/s200/girl+typing2+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511229814121320564-1630408356502586149?l=akopinagpala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://akopinagpala.blogspot.com/2008/07/looking-back-for-five-minutes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (pinagpala)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6PUkiZ45mvA/SHsCx9GJO6I/AAAAAAAAAI0/qU0r_rD7_Qs/s72-c/girl+typing2+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511229814121320564.post-196931847084174802</guid><pubDate>Sat, 05 Jul 2008 09:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-05T20:10:22.915-07:00</atom:updated><title>bad news...good news!</title><description>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;For the bad news first...We just knew that my aunt and her daughter were one of the passengers of the capsized MV Princess of the stars. My cousin had a job interview bound for Singapore and my aunt accompanied her. Little did we know her dreams died too soon. Our heartfelt condolence to the Rosello Family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;*sigh* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;how do I start with the good news...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;I have always been fascinated by my mom's collection of jewelries. She has this eternity ring in gold setting. Im not a big fan of gold jewelries but this ring is awesome. I have tried everything to get my hands on that ring...been wanting to borrow it, but for her it's the most precious one since it was the perfect pair for her wedding ring...so no can do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;So, my mom and I went out.. gone malling. I was eyeing on this eternity ring inside a silver shop ( since its the only thing I can afford..white gold would be nice..hehe!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;I asked the saleslady if they had that design for my finger size fortunately they did! yehey! but just can't afford to buy a ring for now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;Then my mom asked me Do you like it? I said yes but I can't afford a ring for now. It can wait. Here's the best part...! Don't change that channel..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;She told me I'll buy it for you..as a birthday gift..haha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;Well it would be too early for a birthday gift two months ahead! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;but what the heck! It's something I have always wanted... I was caught off guard..shocked maybe. I didn't know my mom would buy me a ring yesterday. Thank you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6PUkiZ45mvA/SG9DgxUvQsI/AAAAAAAAAIs/e1lVG-FQ2M4/s1600-h/girl+typing2+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219464723420889794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6PUkiZ45mvA/SG9DgxUvQsI/AAAAAAAAAIs/e1lVG-FQ2M4/s200/girl+typing2+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511229814121320564-196931847084174802?l=akopinagpala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://akopinagpala.blogspot.com/2008/07/bad-newsgood-news.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (pinagpala)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6PUkiZ45mvA/SG9DgxUvQsI/AAAAAAAAAIs/e1lVG-FQ2M4/s72-c/girl+typing2+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511229814121320564.post-5233066723680200425</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Jul 2008 12:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-02T05:59:58.860-07:00</atom:updated><title>where are my wings?</title><description>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; In time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;I will spread my wings and fly freely... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6PUkiZ45mvA/SGt6jBjMsMI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Z8OEDdsEwjI/s1600-h/girl+typing2+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218399335368929474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6PUkiZ45mvA/SGt6jBjMsMI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Z8OEDdsEwjI/s200/girl+typing2+copy.jpg" 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/8511229814121320564-5233066723680200425?l=akopinagpala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://akopinagpala.blogspot.com/2008/07/b-in-time.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (pinagpala)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6PUkiZ45mvA/SGt6jBjMsMI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Z8OEDdsEwjI/s72-c/girl+typing2+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511229814121320564.post-424783564478621854</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Jul 2008 11:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-01T04:25:09.798-07:00</atom:updated><title>anywhere but here...</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Im bored. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tired. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I want to work anywhere but here. I applied for a job opening in Singapore. I have always wanted to work outside the Philippines. I just hope I get lucky or be blessed this time... :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;God speed! Please help me pray my dear readers! Thank You!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6PUkiZ45mvA/SGoTmTW1toI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/rB6pQyI0hsE/s1600-h/girl+typing2+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218004667014166146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6PUkiZ45mvA/SGoTmTW1toI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/rB6pQyI0hsE/s200/girl+typing2+copy.jpg" 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/8511229814121320564-424783564478621854?l=akopinagpala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://akopinagpala.blogspot.com/2008/07/anywhere-but-here.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (pinagpala)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6PUkiZ45mvA/SGoTmTW1toI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/rB6pQyI0hsE/s72-c/girl+typing2+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511229814121320564.post-25200886176533842</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 Jun 2008 11:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-30T05:21:14.934-07:00</atom:updated><title>IN tHis LiFE...</title><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I stumbled upon this song while looking for some layouts for my blog. I liked the lyrics so much because it simply says what my heart has been longing to tell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It simply tells my life from the past to the present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I heard it, I simply wanted to share it with you my dear readers...or reader...lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;(click on the widget play button below)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I Was Nurtured &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I Was Sheltered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I Was Curious And Young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I Was Searching For That Something &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Trying To Find It On The Run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh And Just When I Stopped Looking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I Saw Just How Far I'd Come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In This Life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In This Life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You Give Me Love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You Give Me Light &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Show Me Everything That's Been Happening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've Opened Up My Eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Following Three Steps Fight An Honest Fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Two Hearts That Can Start A Fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One Love Is All I Need &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In This Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I Have Faltered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I Have Stumbled &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I Have Found My Feet Again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've Been Angry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've Been Shaken &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Found A New Place To Begin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My Persistence &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To Make A Difference &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Has Led Me Safe Into Your Hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In This Life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In This Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I Was Put Here For A Reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I Was Born Into This World &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I'm Living And I'm Believing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I Was Meant To Be Your Girl &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In This Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6PUkiZ45mvA/SGjOBwNijBI/AAAAAAAAAHI/sInSxXa4Grc/s1600-h/girl+typing2+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217646697825602578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6PUkiZ45mvA/SGjOBwNijBI/AAAAAAAAAHI/sInSxXa4Grc/s200/girl+typing2+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511229814121320564-25200886176533842?l=akopinagpala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://akopinagpala.blogspot.com/2008/06/in-this-life.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (pinagpala)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6PUkiZ45mvA/SGjOBwNijBI/AAAAAAAAAHI/sInSxXa4Grc/s72-c/girl+typing2+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511229814121320564.post-8626031792652606566</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Jun 2008 09:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-26T03:58:39.669-07:00</atom:updated><title>I will be still and know YOU ARE GOD!</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If someone would ask me what year was the worst thing that happened?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It would be 2007.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wasn't myself... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was too far from the person who have come to know the real me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All I ever thought was myself. I was selfish..gone greedy..disobeyed my parents...caused pain to the one I love...Barry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lost my job. I have hurt friends and most of all forgotten God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All I ever thought was to have fun and enjoy. Blinded by the pain I caused to the people I love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I may not be a religious person but I am spiritual. I thank God always for all the blessings He has given me inspite of everything I have done in the past. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To all the people I have caused pain...my family,friends especially to Barry. You all know I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's an unfathomable pain. I know everything will soon pass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am hoping that after everything I have done...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I will be forgiven and together we'll move on. I know that time will come and everything will be okay and we'll be able to put the past behind us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To God, thank you for everything. For giving me back Barry...for the forgiveness,the love and the wonderful blessings you have given. I know I haven't been that prayerful but you're still there for me. Thank you for everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Let your will be done my Lord...Im trusting you my life. I know you know what's best. I love you so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time may come that I will stumble and fall again but I will always remember that when the oceans rise and thunders roar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will soar with you above the storm...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Father you are King over the flood...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WILL BE STILL AND KNOW YOU ARE GOD!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6PUkiZ45mvA/SGNv9GG-1BI/AAAAAAAAAGg/PKis2ZzTCUA/s1600-h/girl+typing2+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216135888827765778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6PUkiZ45mvA/SGNv9GG-1BI/AAAAAAAAAGg/PKis2ZzTCUA/s200/girl+typing2+copy.jpg" 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/8511229814121320564-8626031792652606566?l=akopinagpala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://akopinagpala.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-will-be-still-and-know-you-are-god.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (pinagpala)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6PUkiZ45mvA/SGNv9GG-1BI/AAAAAAAAAGg/PKis2ZzTCUA/s72-c/girl+typing2+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511229814121320564.post-4163367479248528752</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Jun 2008 11:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-24T05:03:02.825-07:00</atom:updated><title>gLad To SpEnD TiME with HER!</title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6PUkiZ45mvA/SGDgm_eVX2I/AAAAAAAAAGY/WauJN3MRyHM/s1600-h/CIMG0848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215415328973348706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6PUkiZ45mvA/SGDgm_eVX2I/AAAAAAAAAGY/WauJN3MRyHM/s320/CIMG0848.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom and I went out today. We did some grocery shopping though we were on a tight budget we were able to pull out some strings...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had cake and fresh fruits after, talked a little and had been a part of a woman's life for a minute since we shared the table with her and joined our conversation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though we had a tight budget but my mom and I had so much fun and Im glad I spent time with her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511229814121320564-4163367479248528752?l=akopinagpala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://akopinagpala.blogspot.com/2008/06/glad-to-spend-time-with-her.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (pinagpala)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6PUkiZ45mvA/SGDgm_eVX2I/AAAAAAAAAGY/WauJN3MRyHM/s72-c/CIMG0848.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511229814121320564.post-1862278181673470329</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Jun 2008 10:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-24T04:27:26.341-07:00</atom:updated><title>it's nothing really?!</title><description>After a shocking event that happened yesterday and Im glad I was able to compose myself, grabbed strength from friends ( April and Dia ). I made myself smile. Someone may have annoyed me at some point but I can't allow them to get into my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6PUkiZ45mvA/SGDYp7u5K4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/rbPnuxlCl_w/s1600-h/girl+typing2+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215406583415647106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6PUkiZ45mvA/SGDYp7u5K4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/rbPnuxlCl_w/s320/girl+typing2+copy.jpg" 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/8511229814121320564-1862278181673470329?l=akopinagpala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://akopinagpala.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-nothing-really.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (pinagpala)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6PUkiZ45mvA/SGDYp7u5K4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/rbPnuxlCl_w/s72-c/girl+typing2+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511229814121320564.post-2840582159524215110</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Jun 2008 13:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-23T06:24:02.148-07:00</atom:updated><title>i love u piglet!</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6PUkiZ45mvA/SF-js2gvEQI/AAAAAAAAAF4/AsX0Kw48sRE/s1600-h/piglet.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6PUkiZ45mvA/SF-js2gvEQI/AAAAAAAAAF4/AsX0Kw48sRE/s320/piglet.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215066884460712194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511229814121320564-2840582159524215110?l=akopinagpala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://akopinagpala.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-love-u-piglet.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (pinagpala)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6PUkiZ45mvA/SF-js2gvEQI/AAAAAAAAAF4/AsX0Kw48sRE/s72-c/piglet.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511229814121320564.post-1003633365243281255</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Jun 2008 10:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-23T03:42:28.161-07:00</atom:updated><title>an ode to april...</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6PUkiZ45mvA/SF99YFWUYqI/AAAAAAAAAFo/MEbHCmdF40s/s1600-h/april.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6PUkiZ45mvA/SF99YFWUYqI/AAAAAAAAAFo/MEbHCmdF40s/s320/april.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215024746224444066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For a wonderful friend,chatmate,classmate and soon to be business partner...thank you for being a friend....words couldn't fathom how happy I am for making me a part of your world...! keep smiling!  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6PUkiZ45mvA/SF96arFNyII/AAAAAAAAAFg/8K1a_VfOGx8/s1600-h/girl+typing2+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6PUkiZ45mvA/SF96arFNyII/AAAAAAAAAFg/8K1a_VfOGx8/s200/girl+typing2+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215021492178110594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511229814121320564-1003633365243281255?l=akopinagpala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://akopinagpala.blogspot.com/2008/06/ode-to-april.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (pinagpala)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6PUkiZ45mvA/SF99YFWUYqI/AAAAAAAAAFo/MEbHCmdF40s/s72-c/april.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511229814121320564.post-6079064083092821377</guid><pubDate>Sat, 21 Jun 2008 15:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-21T08:33:11.944-07:00</atom:updated><title>carebears no longer cares!</title><description>A jinx crossed my path for two days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I wanted to go malling with my parents the other day but unfortunately I couldn't find my shirt perfect for the weather since it was raining hard plus the strong wind. I searched for it everywhere but couldn't find it. I opted to wear another shirt but my parents were ready to go so they left. Little did I know my sister used it without asking permission and hid it somewhere she gave it back yesterday soiled and smelly without even saying sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Im sad for Barry keeps remembering our miserable past. Though it has been settled and I don't know why Im bothered or sad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I wanted a piglet layout (one of Pooh's friends) he's my favorite and I couldn't find any I did find one but t'was for Myspace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Im disappointed by my brother who simply doesn't care how I feel in regards to using my personal properties (e.g bed,tv) Im not that selfish and all but I don't use my bed when I haven't taken a bath or washed up and he lays down on my bed straight from work turns on my tv without asking permission! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sad,disappointed and heartbroken. Tired of caring for other people even the carebears doesn't care anymore. Some people are a bunch of users! They're kind because they need something from you but when time comes you're the one in need? They ditch you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6PUkiZ45mvA/SF0e08hGLKI/AAAAAAAAAFI/JNzAvcNcD5U/s1600-h/girl+typing2+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6PUkiZ45mvA/SF0e08hGLKI/AAAAAAAAAFI/JNzAvcNcD5U/s200/girl+typing2+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214357838511877282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511229814121320564-6079064083092821377?l=akopinagpala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://akopinagpala.blogspot.com/2008/06/carebears-no-longer-cares.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (pinagpala)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6PUkiZ45mvA/SF0e08hGLKI/AAAAAAAAAFI/JNzAvcNcD5U/s72-c/girl+typing2+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511229814121320564.post-8493619326733064190</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Jun 2008 11:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-18T04:32:09.961-07:00</atom:updated><title>what's in a name?</title><description>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Pinagpala Means&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/name.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are influential and persuasive. You tend to have a lot of power over people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally, you use your powers for good. You excel at solving other people's problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Occasionally, you do get a little selfish and persuade people to do things that are only in your interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very intuitive and wise. You understand the world better than most people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You also have a very active imagination. You often get carried away with your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are prone to a little paranoia and jealousy. You sometimes go overboard in interpreting signals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the classic "Type A" personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are deeply philosophical and thoughtful. You tend to analyze every aspect of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are intuitive, brilliant, and quite introverted. You value your time alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often times, you are grumpy with other people. You don't appreciate them trying to interfere in your affairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are relaxed, chill, and very likely to go with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are light hearted and accepting. You don't get worked up easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well adjusted and incredibly happy, many people wonder what your secret to life is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511229814121320564-8493619326733064190?l=akopinagpala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://akopinagpala.blogspot.com/2008/06/whats-in-name.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (pinagpala)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511229814121320564.post-3548069633822290692</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Jun 2008 07:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-18T01:27:16.485-07:00</atom:updated><title>YOU are my idea of heaven</title><description>For you to this ocean size love that we have, my way of showing and letting you know how much I value our relationship and how much I love you after all these years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the man that makes my heart beat two forty-six. Let me hug you and hold you tight to let you know Im yours and will be yours forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me kiss you tenderly to show you how much I love you and care for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me be by your side to let you know I'll never go far away from you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me call you my honeybaby because you'll always be no matter what...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me say thank you for loving me unconditionally,for being there always,for trusting me,for being my bestfriend,my partner in life,my honeybaby,my everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come hell or solid waters Im here holding your hand never letting you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im so gratefull that God has given me a very wonderful man. He has given me someone who tells me Im pretty after hours of walking under the heat of the sun...someone who tells me Im sexy inspite of my bulges and flabs...someone who tells me I smell good after slicing and chopping bulbs of onion...someone who assists me and opens the door for me...someone who washes my feet soaking them in warm water after playing in the rain...someone who stayed after all these years...someone I will be with for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To John Barry Ouano: Happy 5yrs and four months. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH! mwaah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6PUkiZ45mvA/SFjCx9F4jpI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/grLDrwE_ONo/s1600-h/girl+typing2+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213130732149968530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6PUkiZ45mvA/SFjCx9F4jpI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/grLDrwE_ONo/s200/girl+typing2+copy.jpg" 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/8511229814121320564-3548069633822290692?l=akopinagpala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://akopinagpala.blogspot.com/2008/06/you-are-my-idae-of-heaven.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (pinagpala)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6PUkiZ45mvA/SFjCx9F4jpI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/grLDrwE_ONo/s72-c/girl+typing2+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511229814121320564.post-1096969936948534941</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Jun 2008 08:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-16T02:47:17.636-07:00</atom:updated><title>tHis Is mY iDeA Of heaVen...</title><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=115213302&amp;ver=102906" quality="high" salign="lt" width="426" height="319" wmode="transparent" name="rockyou" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"/&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511229814121320564-1096969936948534941?l=akopinagpala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://akopinagpala.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-is-my-idea-of-heaven.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (pinagpala)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511229814121320564.post-3963823291788114550</guid><pubDate>Sun, 15 Jun 2008 07:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-15T02:05:10.522-07:00</atom:updated><title>cooking for dad!</title><description>I look up to my dad when it comes to cooking...so yesterday I thought of cooking something for him. I did the preparation,slicing,chopping and everything! He would usually comment on my cooking which I love but most of the times I would stick to what I want...I wanted to share with you the macaroni soup I cooked. It made my dad and my loved ones happy, hoping yours too! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 large garlic clove diced&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 med. onion diced&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/4 ground pork&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cooking oil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;500 grams macaroni&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 can evaporated milk ( or you can add more milk to make it creamy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/4 cup onion chives chopped&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mixed veggies ( corn,peas,carrots)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/4 tsp turmeric&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;salt and pepper to taste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;broth cubes ( could be chicken or pork) diluted in 1 1/2 liters of water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or chicken or pork stock will do ( depends on your choice)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here's how:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a saucepan cook macaroni adding on a little salt and oil, set aside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heat saucepan. Add on oil,garlic and onion. When garlic turns brown add on ground pork. When pork is cooked add on mixed veggies and macaroni with broth cubes diluted in water or your chicken or pork stock and milk. Let it boil. Then you can add your chives,turmeric,salt and pepper to taste. Then Voila! Ready to serve...! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When serving you may add on a little pepper to add some zest!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6PUkiZ45mvA/SFTW4Phi8hI/AAAAAAAAADc/jkaM5JW3q10/s1600-h/macaroni.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212026930502758930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6PUkiZ45mvA/SFTW4Phi8hI/AAAAAAAAADc/jkaM5JW3q10/s320/macaroni.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6PUkiZ45mvA/SFTVuc0y7MI/AAAAAAAAADU/3g-Jc4yTRGg/s1600-h/macaroni.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6PUkiZ45mvA/SFTY5UZBQRI/AAAAAAAAADs/PGlqTglzdYM/s1600-h/girl+typing2+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212029148012298514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6PUkiZ45mvA/SFTY5UZBQRI/AAAAAAAAADs/PGlqTglzdYM/s200/girl+typing2+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6PUkiZ45mvA/SFTYe5epSqI/AAAAAAAAADk/O5ZG9PJyemk/s1600-h/girl+typing2+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511229814121320564-3963823291788114550?l=akopinagpala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://akopinagpala.blogspot.com/2008/06/cooking-for-dad.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (pinagpala)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6PUkiZ45mvA/SFTW4Phi8hI/AAAAAAAAADc/jkaM5JW3q10/s72-c/macaroni.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511229814121320564.post-8035949989260430150</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Jun 2008 12:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-13T05:53:24.478-07:00</atom:updated><title>whew! finally I did it!</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After hours of configuring on how I want my blog to look like, I finally found what I wanted and liking it a lot. If I hadn't been patient, I wouldn't be able to come up with this one....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Credits to April and Barry for their undying patience. Thanks you so much...:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;Well I really thought thirteen goes with bad luck. It wasn't after all, and I proved that Friday the 13th  was a myth and not a fact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6PUkiZ45mvA/SFJp9NKqUtI/AAAAAAAAADM/880VL-LlibU/s1600-h/girl+typing2+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211344219048399570" style="WIDTH: 111px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 98px" height="105" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6PUkiZ45mvA/SFJp9NKqUtI/AAAAAAAAADM/880VL-LlibU/s200/girl+typing2+copy.jpg" width="96" 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/8511229814121320564-8035949989260430150?l=akopinagpala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://akopinagpala.blogspot.com/2008/06/whew-finally-i-did-it.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (pinagpala)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6PUkiZ45mvA/SFJp9NKqUtI/AAAAAAAAADM/880VL-LlibU/s72-c/girl+typing2+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511229814121320564.post-4618387677895850043</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Jun 2008 06:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-13T00:05:31.246-07:00</atom:updated><title>help! layouts!</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It has been three days in a row and still not satisfied with the way how my layout looks like. It's me in a way but definitely not how I imagined it to be. I have asked a lot of help and I'd like to thank April for helping me out. Hope you won't get tired..hehe! I admit it's just too hard to understand her instructions knowing she's at the other end of the globe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;While I was trying to comprehend the things that she just said it slowly came up to me and somewhat understood what she was trying to say about the html,images,photoshop etc... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Knowing how much effort I gave into making this blog a bit nice, I dreamt about it. I was infront of my pc rearranging,uploading,editing. I was actually doing what she was trying to say all along. Now, that Im infront of my pc I definitely don't know where to start. I badly need help. If someone could just teach me a step by step process on how to do it I would easily understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I jumped from blog to blog yesterday appreciating their layouts wishing mine was as good as theirs. Wishing I took fine arts or studied layouting and the like...Im just pissed,disappointed and tired why I&lt;/span&gt; just can't or don't know how to do it...aaarrrggghhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6PUkiZ45mvA/SFIa3rXcevI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mCmx7bH3oiA/s1600-h/girl+typing2+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211257262657272562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6PUkiZ45mvA/SFIa3rXcevI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mCmx7bH3oiA/s320/girl+typing2+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6PUkiZ45mvA/SFIa3rXcevI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mCmx7bH3oiA/s1600-h/girl+typing2+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511229814121320564-4618387677895850043?l=akopinagpala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://akopinagpala.blogspot.com/2008/06/it-has-been-three-days-in-row-and-still.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (pinagpala)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6PUkiZ45mvA/SFIa3rXcevI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mCmx7bH3oiA/s72-c/girl+typing2+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511229814121320564.post-2379558388983945769</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Jun 2008 13:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-12T08:25:07.531-07:00</atom:updated><title>maria went to town...</title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6PUkiZ45mvA/SE_VoALpoiI/AAAAAAAAAAs/sP8T64N-GXY/s1600-h/IMG_0250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210618177111302690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6PUkiZ45mvA/SE_VoALpoiI/AAAAAAAAAAs/sP8T64N-GXY/s320/IMG_0250.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6PUkiZ45mvA/SE_Voc8OalI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Mjq5IiUpcvQ/s1600-h/CIMG1808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210618184831232594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6PUkiZ45mvA/SE_Voc8OalI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Mjq5IiUpcvQ/s320/CIMG1808.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since no one could go to the market and everyone was busy I had to do it alone. Went to the market bought veggies and fish...went straight back home to have it ready for lunch...little did I know the fish that I purchased wasn't fresh at all. So, my dad asked me who sold you the fish and later I will go to the market with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I knew then that my dad would talk to this guy and teach him a lesson. I was scared not for my dad but for the poor man selling fish. I know my dad too well...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here I am following my dad on our way to the market. I thought it would be a great disaster but it went pretty okey. My dad talked to the man and told him his fault. the man wanted to return the money plus a kilo of fish for the damages that he has caused but my dad refused the offer and left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I asked him why? Then he said I talked to the man not because I wanted my money back but because to let him know his mistakes and that it will not be tolerated. He added that if he had accepted the offer he would lose his dignity and pride then he smiled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I knew that God had given me a wonderful father and I was raised by a good man...to my dad this Father's day....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;HAPPY FATHER'S DAY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Im so proud to be your daughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511229814121320564-2379558388983945769?l=akopinagpala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://akopinagpala.blogspot.com/2008/06/maria-went-to-town.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (pinagpala)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6PUkiZ45mvA/SE_VoALpoiI/AAAAAAAAAAs/sP8T64N-GXY/s72-c/IMG_0250.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511229814121320564.post-4828858614025542309</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Jun 2008 08:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-11T01:27:03.407-07:00</atom:updated><title>just trying it out!</title><description>just trying how it would look like...enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511229814121320564-4828858614025542309?l=akopinagpala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://akopinagpala.blogspot.com/2008/06/just-trying-it-out.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (pinagpala)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>