<?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-29621893</id><updated>2011-12-15T16:07:43.550+13:00</updated><title type='text'>BlaH!BlaH!BlaH!</title><subtitle type='html'>By this I mean whatever! No formal theme. Just bits and bobs. Just want one little space to squiggle my quirky thoughts.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jaena***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07962048807816999763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/75/48/2978457/12469286726910s.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>87</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29621893.post-144677988011217047</id><published>2008-05-01T11:33:00.005+12:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T17:05:04.041+12:00</updated><title type='text'>diaries and stuff</title><summary type='text'>Senti mode ako kahapon and so I unconsciously found myself reading through my old diary. I was amazed by how much I’ve written in there. There were lots of stuff in there that I can’t even remember anymore. Some are painful and some are nice. And I realised na ang arte ko pala. I imagine writing most of them in tears cause the way I wrote them was way too maarte, as if I’m the loneliest person in</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/feeds/144677988011217047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29621893&amp;postID=144677988011217047&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/144677988011217047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/144677988011217047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/2008/05/diaries-and-stuff.html' title='diaries and stuff'/><author><name>jaena***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07962048807816999763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/75/48/2978457/12469286726910s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29621893.post-56359995437222047</id><published>2008-04-10T13:08:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T17:11:18.100+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I can almost guarantee that I’ll be sick sometime before this month ends. &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;There’s a truckload of work. We have 4 publications coming out in June-July which I’m largely responsible for. And since my boss is nice enough to let me take some time off during this period, I have to return the favour by working double time to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/feeds/56359995437222047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29621893&amp;postID=56359995437222047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/56359995437222047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/56359995437222047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/2008/04/argh.html' title=''/><author><name>jaena***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07962048807816999763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/75/48/2978457/12469286726910s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29621893.post-1359436826126224970</id><published>2008-04-02T12:05:00.001+13:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T16:08:01.924+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I’m sooo psyched about going &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;home. Through the help of some friends, I already have few activities lined up. It’s going to be a busy 5 weeks for me, I assume. Which is good. Coz I want to make the most out of my holiday. &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt; Can’t wait to catch </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/feeds/1359436826126224970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29621893&amp;postID=1359436826126224970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/1359436826126224970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/1359436826126224970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/2008/04/homecoming.html' title=''/><author><name>jaena***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07962048807816999763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/75/48/2978457/12469286726910s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29621893.post-4006447569844476416</id><published>2008-03-19T10:00:00.004+13:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T14:06:42.926+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When people ask me to clasp my hands together, they would instantaneously conclude that I’m heart over mind. Maybe it’s true. &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;I’d say I do have a strong mind. It has sufficient control over everything in me. It is reactive. It understands me and whatever it is that’s happening to me. Yet still, I can’t help but feel that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/feeds/4006447569844476416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29621893&amp;postID=4006447569844476416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/4006447569844476416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/4006447569844476416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/2008/03/heart-over-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>jaena***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07962048807816999763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/75/48/2978457/12469286726910s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29621893.post-407392482593426122</id><published>2008-03-11T16:21:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T16:22:01.454+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Something in the cycle of content writing and editing is funny in an annoying kind of way. The whole idea of someone deemed to be the expert content writer writing the material then a bunch of technical editors making revisions one after the other until the original writer can’t even recognise his own writing anymore sound really pointless to me. Something is just awfully wrong. It’s either the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/feeds/407392482593426122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29621893&amp;postID=407392482593426122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/407392482593426122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/407392482593426122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/2008/03/something-in-cycle-of-content-writing.html' title=''/><author><name>jaena***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07962048807816999763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/75/48/2978457/12469286726910s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29621893.post-65784002962831999</id><published>2008-02-25T15:56:00.001+13:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T15:59:49.828+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Busy busy busy. I always manage to keep myself preoccupied. There’s always something on my plate, which is good because it makes me feel more useful and less bored.Karol was here again yesterday as he was called to play for this basketball fund-raising match. They didn’t win but I’d say he played really well. His height remains to be his biggest strength. He’s powerful, agile and intimidating in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/feeds/65784002962831999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29621893&amp;postID=65784002962831999&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/65784002962831999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/65784002962831999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/2008/02/busy-busy-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>jaena***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07962048807816999763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/75/48/2978457/12469286726910s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29621893.post-6795904120976640300</id><published>2008-02-13T15:23:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T15:28:04.938+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's official. I am so going home. My sister and I have already bought the tickets. We are set to arrive there on 19 May. Then off to Singapore and Malaysia by 16 June. 5 weeks off work. Wicked!I'm very excited. I am so looking forward to see everybody. I really missed Pinas so I intend to make the most out of my stay there. The idea really perks me up, although I don't want to get too carried </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/feeds/6795904120976640300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29621893&amp;postID=6795904120976640300&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/6795904120976640300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/6795904120976640300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-official.html' title=''/><author><name>jaena***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07962048807816999763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/75/48/2978457/12469286726910s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29621893.post-5253451313534561367</id><published>2008-01-11T13:36:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T13:41:35.381+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Karol’s visa is expiring in less than 3 weeks. And yet the whole world conspires to let him renew it. I can’t let him leave me here but I don’t know how else to help him. All the hurdles lie in his end. And I just can’t do anything about it.Sad. I feel bad that of us two, he gets all the pain and the stress. I can’t help but notice that while he’s going through everything, I go through nothing. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/feeds/5253451313534561367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29621893&amp;postID=5253451313534561367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/5253451313534561367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/5253451313534561367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/2008/01/karols-visa-is-expiring-in-less-than-3.html' title=''/><author><name>jaena***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07962048807816999763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/75/48/2978457/12469286726910s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29621893.post-8335690082425302067</id><published>2008-01-04T14:42:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T14:45:01.237+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy New Year!I’m physically back here at the office, but I’m not yet back at work. There are only 3 of us on this side of the floor. Everyone’s still on holiday so we can still do whatever we like. I’m actually just watching one tree hill in youtube. =pIt can be quite spooky around here. Lights automatically shut off when things stay still.  And since there are only 3 of us here, the damn </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/feeds/8335690082425302067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29621893&amp;postID=8335690082425302067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/8335690082425302067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/8335690082425302067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year-im-physically-back-here.html' title=''/><author><name>jaena***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07962048807816999763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/75/48/2978457/12469286726910s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29621893.post-1420753757749048000</id><published>2007-12-19T13:47:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T13:51:41.452+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I live a lousy life.I have a boyfriend but we're apart.I have a nice job but I don't work hard.I have money but it's never enough.I earn a living but I'm far from independent.I have friends but we tend to go on different ways.We do have a house but it isn't ours.3 of us drive but we only have 1 car.I'm good at some things but I suck in everything else.Simple things make me happy but big ones </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/feeds/1420753757749048000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29621893&amp;postID=1420753757749048000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/1420753757749048000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/1420753757749048000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-live-lousy-life.html' title=''/><author><name>jaena***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07962048807816999763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/75/48/2978457/12469286726910s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29621893.post-2425686033506687235</id><published>2007-12-06T16:50:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T09:08:54.989+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I’m bored.…Another friend is leaving for pinas this xmas. Sadness. Why do people keep leaving us? We are sooo cursed.…whatever happened to santa and his reindeers, and the beautiful xmas songs I used to hear, and the glittering xmas lights and towering xmas trees I used to see? xmas is coming but I can barely feel it. Other than the ‘fancy’ xmas decors we used to adorn our apartment building </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/feeds/2425686033506687235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29621893&amp;postID=2425686033506687235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/2425686033506687235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/2425686033506687235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>jaena***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07962048807816999763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/75/48/2978457/12469286726910s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29621893.post-7436403147681193877</id><published>2007-11-29T16:19:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T09:30:58.546+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had the perfect bday gift for myself. I just earned my restricted licence few hours ago.It took me roughly 18 months to have the courage to sit my practical driving test. But as it turned out, it was worth the entire wait. It isn’t such big a deal really but for me who desperately wanted to have this since hell knows when, it became a major concern for some time.Getting licence here isn’t as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/feeds/7436403147681193877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29621893&amp;postID=7436403147681193877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/7436403147681193877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/7436403147681193877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-had-perfect-bday-gift-for-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>jaena***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07962048807816999763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/75/48/2978457/12469286726910s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29621893.post-7758314150475195942</id><published>2007-11-23T11:24:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T16:45:17.358+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1st – God knows how it went. I was a cry baby based on the pictures. I might have spent that whole day inside my crib. I even saw a picture of me receiving a gift from some guy with a bucket full of tears. It must be his fierce look.5th/6th – I can’t remember it at all. All I have are pictures of a small gathering. There were a handful of kids (See, being quiet that I was, I still managed to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/feeds/7758314150475195942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29621893&amp;postID=7758314150475195942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/7758314150475195942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/7758314150475195942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/2007/11/1st-god-knows-how-it-went.html' title=''/><author><name>jaena***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07962048807816999763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/75/48/2978457/12469286726910s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29621893.post-9043263142049993491</id><published>2007-11-15T12:20:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T22:03:19.863+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dolands’ back from pinas.He’s been away for 1 month and for practical reasons, we missed him so dearly. He is finally back to drive us around, give us free Mcdo meals, help us with house expenses and chuck our rubbish free of charge (Here in NZ, trash is only collected if it’s in the official NZ rubbish bag which costs a fortune. We exempt ourselves from this cost by secretly dumping all our </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/feeds/9043263142049993491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29621893&amp;postID=9043263142049993491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/9043263142049993491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/9043263142049993491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/2007/11/dolands-back-from-pinas.html' title=''/><author><name>jaena***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07962048807816999763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/75/48/2978457/12469286726910s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29621893.post-6331086565255059481</id><published>2007-11-09T15:13:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T15:17:09.820+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Talking to myself…Ano ba tong nararamdaman ko? I feel so tired and lazy. Too tired to think. Too lazy to work. Too tired to talk. Too lazy to do anything. Di ko lam kung bakit. Gusto ko magkasakit ng 3 araw. Ung tipong I’m too weak to move para nasa bahay lang ako. Tapos I can just watch tv/dvd or surf the net all day. Para I have a reason to absent. Kasi ayaw ko naman galawin ung annual leave ko</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/feeds/6331086565255059481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29621893&amp;postID=6331086565255059481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/6331086565255059481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/6331086565255059481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/2007/11/talking-to-myself-ano-ba-tong.html' title=''/><author><name>jaena***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07962048807816999763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/75/48/2978457/12469286726910s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29621893.post-4460474820412847145</id><published>2007-10-30T15:25:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T15:43:10.961+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was at the park one lunch hour. Alone. Staring up at the sky. Wincing at the beaming sun. Thinking of nothing and everything. It was boring. But oddly, I found myself doing the exact same thing the following day.Somehow, I found this boring thing therapeutic. It calms me down. It makes me see the world from a third person. Hence, giving me a more objective look at things. I need that because I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/feeds/4460474820412847145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29621893&amp;postID=4460474820412847145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/4460474820412847145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/4460474820412847145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-was-at-park-one-lunch-hour.html' title=''/><author><name>jaena***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07962048807816999763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/75/48/2978457/12469286726910s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29621893.post-3268600363195522772</id><published>2007-10-08T11:29:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T20:17:26.389+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Our 4-day trip to CHC and QT was a blast! Had a great time tiring myself from excessive walking and laughing. There were only 4 of us but we embodied a school bus full of children.I think the key thing was that the whole trip had been outlined pretty well. We had a list of how-to’s and where-to’s. And it was all a matter of pulling them together and executing them. The thrill of finding the right</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/feeds/3268600363195522772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29621893&amp;postID=3268600363195522772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/3268600363195522772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/3268600363195522772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/2007/10/our-4-day-trip-to-chc-and-qt-was-blast.html' title=''/><author><name>jaena***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07962048807816999763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/75/48/2978457/12469286726910s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNRYpQmCGkA/RwnXa8N18II/AAAAAAAAAAM/rJLe5a3ZGQI/s72-c/DSC03498.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29621893.post-3220074552782316003</id><published>2007-09-17T14:08:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T14:10:21.964+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I’m soooo sleepy. Updating data on the website is a very boring task. Argh.…I used to describe myself in slam books as simple. It’s lame but true. And I have to say, I’ve been living by that description most pertinently these past few weeks. I’m practically lazing around most days esp weekends, hanging out with friends who are mostly just next-door neighbours, doing the silliest stuff if not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/feeds/3220074552782316003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29621893&amp;postID=3220074552782316003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/3220074552782316003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/3220074552782316003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-soooo-sleepy.html' title=''/><author><name>jaena***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07962048807816999763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/75/48/2978457/12469286726910s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29621893.post-2579517257313263082</id><published>2007-09-14T17:01:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T17:05:01.052+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Expectation is a very compelling word. It drags you in a direction either favourable to you or not, and rule you without the slightest idea. And whether it is someone else’s expectation of you or your own expectation of yourself, failure to meet it causes you outright frustration that often leaves you wondering if you’re ever good enough. It is always a conscious effort to tell yourself that hey </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/feeds/2579517257313263082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29621893&amp;postID=2579517257313263082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/2579517257313263082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/2579517257313263082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/2007/09/expectation-is-very-compelling-word.html' title=''/><author><name>jaena***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07962048807816999763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/75/48/2978457/12469286726910s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29621893.post-1945022527206613533</id><published>2007-08-31T14:26:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T16:54:54.343+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I’ve got a lot of things in my head that distracts my sanity. And I thought, I’d write them all down to let me breathe but then no words seem to capture even just their very geist. They are either too small to mention or too big to contain.This happens to me often. Part of the reason why I’m rather dead silent.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/feeds/1945022527206613533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29621893&amp;postID=1945022527206613533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/1945022527206613533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/1945022527206613533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/2007/08/ive-got-lot-of-things-in-my-head-that.html' title=''/><author><name>jaena***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07962048807816999763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/75/48/2978457/12469286726910s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29621893.post-5656301146269669615</id><published>2007-08-23T21:08:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T21:23:04.964+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it turns out that the door was never meant to open after all. sigh. so much for the wanting and waiting..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/feeds/5656301146269669615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29621893&amp;postID=5656301146269669615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/5656301146269669615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/5656301146269669615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/2007/08/it-turns-out-that-door-was-never-meant.html' title=''/><author><name>jaena***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07962048807816999763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/75/48/2978457/12469286726910s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29621893.post-2365394203942372815</id><published>2007-08-17T09:13:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T09:19:51.453+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Waaah. Tinatamad ako magisip. I’m doing this monitoring of NZ gas consumption and to date, it appears to have decreased tremendously over the last quarter. This worries my boss an awful lot, and so I’m supposed to worry about it as well. Argh. I’m getting the information from the gas companies themselves and they confirmed that the figures they had provided us were correct, how else am I going to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/feeds/2365394203942372815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29621893&amp;postID=2365394203942372815&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/2365394203942372815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/2365394203942372815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/2007/08/waaah.html' title=''/><author><name>jaena***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07962048807816999763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/75/48/2978457/12469286726910s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29621893.post-8521614195725012780</id><published>2007-08-15T22:16:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T22:19:01.174+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I’m craving for lots of things these past few weeks-- things that I want to try/have or things I want to do again.1. Sauna. I was with karol the last time I went in there. And it was HOT! 2. Goldilocks polvoron. Whenever I hear someone talk about going to pinas or coming back from there or whatever, my taste buds go thirsty for polvoron.3. Crayfish. I’ve tried a pinch and I’ve been craving for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/feeds/8521614195725012780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29621893&amp;postID=8521614195725012780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/8521614195725012780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/8521614195725012780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-craving-for-lots-of-things-these.html' title=''/><author><name>jaena***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07962048807816999763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/75/48/2978457/12469286726910s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29621893.post-85124668801735340</id><published>2007-08-13T13:02:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T12:26:05.953+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A door appeared in front of him. He’s tempted to come in but a single step forward will shut the door behind him and a single step back will leave the door in front permanently locked. What’s he supposed to do?...He chose to step forward and knock at the door in front. But just to play it safe, he slipped a chunk of lies at the side of the door behind him to keep it from closing. His moves show </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/feeds/85124668801735340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29621893&amp;postID=85124668801735340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/85124668801735340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/85124668801735340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/2007/08/door-just-appeared-in-front-of-him.html' title=''/><author><name>jaena***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07962048807816999763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/75/48/2978457/12469286726910s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29621893.post-5544648602212760768</id><published>2007-08-02T13:16:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T13:21:48.612+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Workload is finally dwindling down. I’ll get my slacking hours back very soon. weee.…Si karol ang taong di nauubusan ng problema. He can’t go past something without having to bump into some hindrance. Things just never go smoothly for him. Something will always go wrong. Problems will always crop up. And that’s a fact. I know so because I get hassled every time. I get dragged to his concerns and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/feeds/5544648602212760768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29621893&amp;postID=5544648602212760768&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/5544648602212760768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/5544648602212760768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/2007/08/workload-is-finally-dwindling-down.html' title=''/><author><name>jaena***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07962048807816999763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/75/48/2978457/12469286726910s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29621893.post-5218788151851509197</id><published>2007-07-23T15:37:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T15:39:40.322+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just acquired a copy of Harry Potter last Saturday. My friend and I had to follow the long queue from outside the bookstore. HP is a best-seller in its own right. Never have I seen people literally so anxious over a book. Last Saturday, probably half the people in Jville mall (no matter how small it is) are holding the book in their hands. This morning at the train, there were like half a dozen </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/feeds/5218788151851509197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29621893&amp;postID=5218788151851509197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/5218788151851509197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/5218788151851509197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/2007/07/just-acquired-copy-of-harry-potter-last.html' title=''/><author><name>jaena***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07962048807816999763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/75/48/2978457/12469286726910s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29621893.post-7150985675895410432</id><published>2007-07-08T21:10:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T22:01:48.273+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dedicated to Brutas and mamang...three names you go by:1. jaena2. jaens (as in heinz)3. jaens (as in jaens)three screen names that you have had:1. jaena072. jaena3. a ewan ko nathree physical things you like about yourself:1. length2. i like my smile (bakit ba?)3. syet.. wala na kagad ako maisip. tsk.three physical things you don't like about yourself:1. pwet2. cheeks3. tummythree parts of your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/feeds/7150985675895410432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29621893&amp;postID=7150985675895410432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/7150985675895410432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/7150985675895410432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/2007/07/dedicated-to-brutas-and-mamang.html' title=''/><author><name>jaena***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07962048807816999763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/75/48/2978457/12469286726910s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29621893.post-3984868657426445965</id><published>2007-07-04T21:01:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T09:06:33.178+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In the past few weeks, I feel like I have everything but time. Things pass by me like wind. I often find myself dumbfounded, completely amazed by how fast life runs before me. It feels like I’m in an unending train ride, and if I don’t hold on tight, I can easily be left behind.Last week, 2 of our friends here already left for Canada. We spent a lot of time with them, enjoying the last few </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/feeds/3984868657426445965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29621893&amp;postID=3984868657426445965&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/3984868657426445965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/3984868657426445965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/2007/07/in-past-few-weeks-i-feel-like-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>jaena***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07962048807816999763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/75/48/2978457/12469286726910s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29621893.post-7231634322243840756</id><published>2007-06-03T20:12:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T20:17:13.972+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As it turns out, I'm not a terrible driver after all. like many other occasions, it just took me a while to learn. I've always been like that—a late bloomer. but I'll get there, at least according to my father.…It's queen's bday on Monday hence another day off work. Woot. I so love the idea of benefiting from someone else's birthday which I don't really effing care about (she's their queen, not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/feeds/7231634322243840756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29621893&amp;postID=7231634322243840756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/7231634322243840756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/7231634322243840756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/2007/06/as-it-turns-out-im-not-terrible-driver.html' title=''/><author><name>jaena***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07962048807816999763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/75/48/2978457/12469286726910s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29621893.post-3361069134337763178</id><published>2007-05-31T15:26:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T15:28:49.128+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yet again, I battled with the fierce wind on my way here. The sun insists on shining but the wind remains unfazed, determined to ruin a supposedly nice hair day.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/feeds/3361069134337763178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29621893&amp;postID=3361069134337763178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/3361069134337763178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/3361069134337763178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/2007/05/yet-again-i-battled-with-fierce-wind-on.html' title=''/><author><name>jaena***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07962048807816999763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/75/48/2978457/12469286726910s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29621893.post-9031108704707748955</id><published>2007-05-10T16:31:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T16:36:09.888+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>After a series of dramas with karol ay ok na ulit kami. He flew here last Saturday. We figured out that a change of surroundings might help him overcome the stress he’s dealing with. Tamang-tama naman kasi 3rd anniv namin last may 2 at 25th anniv naman nila mother last may 1. We threw a party for them last 5 May at nun nga din dumating si karol dito. That party was so lame (from my point of view)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/feeds/9031108704707748955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29621893&amp;postID=9031108704707748955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/9031108704707748955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/9031108704707748955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/2007/05/after-series-of-dramas-with-karol-ay-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>jaena***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07962048807816999763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/75/48/2978457/12469286726910s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29621893.post-5642246559525802282</id><published>2007-05-02T10:32:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T10:34:51.014+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was on the bus, sitting by the aisle. I was waiting idly as some more people came in and walked past me. Then there was this one man who has this huge suitcase hanging from his shoulders. Out of nowhere, his massive suitcase, in all honour, hit my face. I voiced a genuine "ouch" and gave him a fuming look, but to my further dismay, the man didn’t even notice. It was so painful that a tear just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/feeds/5642246559525802282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29621893&amp;postID=5642246559525802282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/5642246559525802282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/5642246559525802282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-was-on-bus-sitting-by-aisle_02.html' title=''/><author><name>jaena***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07962048807816999763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/75/48/2978457/12469286726910s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29621893.post-371531352722405818</id><published>2007-05-01T18:21:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T18:22:53.236+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It’s my mom and dad’s 25th wedding anniv today. Who would have thought that they’d reach this far? I thought their thing was already over when I was 14 yrs old. But I guess not, they choose to stick together, product of my mom’s insane affection for my good-for-nothing father. Anyway, if they ended their marriage long before, it wouldn’t have made so much difference. Only my father wouldn’t be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/feeds/371531352722405818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29621893&amp;postID=371531352722405818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/371531352722405818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/371531352722405818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-my-mom-and-dads-25th-wedding-anniv.html' title=''/><author><name>jaena***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07962048807816999763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/75/48/2978457/12469286726910s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29621893.post-6968543631120745105</id><published>2007-04-23T16:13:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T16:41:15.983+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Strike 1:We’ve been close with this family for quite some time. And when I say close I mean really close. We get together almost every other day. We share our food, our stuff. We are close to the 4 children. We hang out with them an awful lot. The 3rd child even calls my dad “daddy Do” (2-yr old kid). The youngest is my mom’s godchild. We were practically closer to them than our relatives here. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/feeds/6968543631120745105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29621893&amp;postID=6968543631120745105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/6968543631120745105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/6968543631120745105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/2007/04/strike-1-weve-been-friends-with-this.html' title=''/><author><name>jaena***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07962048807816999763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/75/48/2978457/12469286726910s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29621893.post-7481837328304319757</id><published>2007-04-18T16:22:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T16:26:21.967+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I’ve had some pretty rough weeks. Found myself crying in the middle of the night, frustrated over things I have no control of. Just when I thought that my life is sailing smoothly and almost perfect according to my standards, some things will tumble down and will slap me awake. Cause reality is, when you feel like you’re on top, there’s going to be no other way but down.I was too happy--too happy</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/feeds/7481837328304319757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29621893&amp;postID=7481837328304319757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/7481837328304319757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/7481837328304319757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/2007/04/ive-had-some-pretty-rough-weeks.html' title=''/><author><name>jaena***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07962048807816999763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/75/48/2978457/12469286726910s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29621893.post-150631256583642241</id><published>2007-04-16T17:01:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T13:14:29.343+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Once again, reality slapped me on the face. Nothing in this world stays on the same spot. People leave no matter how much you hold on to them and things change in the most unexpected time. Then you’ll be left wherever you are completely startled with nothing else to do but accept what just happened.Very frustrating.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/feeds/150631256583642241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29621893&amp;postID=150631256583642241&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/150631256583642241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/150631256583642241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/2007/04/once-again-reality-slapped-me-on-face.html' title=''/><author><name>jaena***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07962048807816999763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/75/48/2978457/12469286726910s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29621893.post-4044580941037515060</id><published>2007-03-22T15:04:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T15:06:01.487+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm tired. Sigh.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/feeds/4044580941037515060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29621893&amp;postID=4044580941037515060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/4044580941037515060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/4044580941037515060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-tired_22.html' title=''/><author><name>jaena***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07962048807816999763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/75/48/2978457/12469286726910s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29621893.post-6664116947434023063</id><published>2007-03-12T14:33:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T14:34:58.930+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The flat we’re living in has unfortunately been sold. The agent gave us 5 weeks to move out. 5 effing weeks! How can we find a decent place in 5 weeks? Argh! House is the most expensive thing here in NZ. To have a decent home these days will cost us 350,000 to 600,000 NZ dollars. It is real investment I know but to pay that will take us 30 blood-sweating years. That’s why not many people here buy</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/feeds/6664116947434023063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29621893&amp;postID=6664116947434023063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/6664116947434023063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/6664116947434023063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/2007/03/flat-were-living-in-has-unfortunately.html' title=''/><author><name>jaena***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07962048807816999763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/75/48/2978457/12469286726910s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29621893.post-6159956251787333244</id><published>2007-03-06T14:52:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T14:54:00.697+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>M back in maccas for a part-time job. My sister and I had this insane decision to work part-time on top of our demanding corporate jobs. We're working mon and tue nights and sat mornings. At least 15 hrs additional to our busy workload. Going back to Mc Donald's is not exactly as exciting as starting a job on a big-time accounting firm or something, but for a part-time job, Mc Donald's is all </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/feeds/6159956251787333244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29621893&amp;postID=6159956251787333244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/6159956251787333244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/6159956251787333244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/2007/03/m-back-in-maccas-for-part-time-job.html' title=''/><author><name>jaena***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07962048807816999763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/75/48/2978457/12469286726910s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29621893.post-7670102146080039876</id><published>2007-02-28T09:26:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T16:24:04.062+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Karol’s already here in NZ. Woot!I still can’t believe that he’s actually here. It never really sank in until he stepped out from the Wellington airport’s arrival gate.He was there walking towards me, smiling like crazy, and welcomed me with a big “ang taba mo!” greeting. “It is really him”, I told myself. I’m not dreaming! I punched him in return, gave him a quick squeeze then he said hi to my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/feeds/7670102146080039876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29621893&amp;postID=7670102146080039876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/7670102146080039876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/7670102146080039876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/2007/02/karols-already-here-in-nz.html' title=''/><author><name>jaena***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07962048807816999763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/75/48/2978457/12469286726910s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29621893.post-679416369888642584</id><published>2007-02-26T20:18:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T20:21:03.266+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/feeds/679416369888642584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29621893&amp;postID=679416369888642584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/679416369888642584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/679416369888642584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>jaena***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07962048807816999763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/75/48/2978457/12469286726910s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29621893.post-117123419572824797</id><published>2007-02-12T11:48:00.001+13:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T11:52:22.720+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>He is coming. He is definitely coming!One problem left. We can’t find a flight for him owing to the season. I hope he gets a seat anytime between 19-25 Feb. Sigh. Everything is sorted, sya na lng ang wala. Hahaha.I’m so happy! Can’t wait.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/feeds/117123419572824797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29621893&amp;postID=117123419572824797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/117123419572824797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/117123419572824797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/2007/02/he-is-coming_12.html' title=''/><author><name>jaena***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07962048807816999763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/75/48/2978457/12469286726910s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29621893.post-117089540529201075</id><published>2007-02-08T13:42:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T13:44:12.776+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> You scored as Natural Causes. Your death will be by natural causes, though not by any disease, because that is another option on this test. You will probably just silently pass away in the night from old age, and people you love won't realize until the next morning, when you are all purple and cold and icky. So be happy, you won't be murdered.Natural Causes73%Bomb67%Poison67%Disease67%Eaten60%</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/feeds/117089540529201075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29621893&amp;postID=117089540529201075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/117089540529201075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/117089540529201075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/2007/02/you-scored-as-natural-causes.html' title=''/><author><name>jaena***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07962048807816999763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/75/48/2978457/12469286726910s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29621893.post-117063982617013707</id><published>2007-02-05T14:42:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T14:43:46.183+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>zzzzzzz....Argh. I’m feeling too lazy today basically because today is Monday and tomorrow is a holiday. They call it Waitangi day, parallel to our Philippine independence day.Just why in the world does 6Feb have to be a Tuesday? How i wish i am sick today. Argh. Apparently, they can’t really move Waitangi day on any other day so that it’ll sit next to a weekend. It has to be 6Feb, whatever day </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/feeds/117063982617013707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29621893&amp;postID=117063982617013707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/117063982617013707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/117063982617013707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/2007/02/zzzzzzz.html' title=''/><author><name>jaena***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07962048807816999763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/75/48/2978457/12469286726910s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29621893.post-117038292694775942</id><published>2007-02-02T15:20:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T15:24:12.723+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>RANT!bakit ba may mga tao na napakadami ng hang-ups sa buhay? i'm not saying that i don't have any, pero i don't have as much as they have. i'm straightforward. wala na kung anu-ano ka-ek ek-an. if you want it, do it. if you don't want it then don't. it annoys me when a supposedly simple thing is complicated by too many dramas and detours. sigh.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/feeds/117038292694775942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29621893&amp;postID=117038292694775942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/117038292694775942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/117038292694775942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/2007/02/rant-bakit-ba-may-mga-tao-na.html' title=''/><author><name>jaena***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07962048807816999763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/75/48/2978457/12469286726910s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29621893.post-116968886010510928</id><published>2007-01-25T14:29:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T08:56:59.230+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello blog! Kamusta k naman?I had a very interesting weekend. I spent few days in Auckland with my friends here. It was a hell of fun! I have always wished to see Auckland, the biggest city in New Zealand, which is why it is often mistaken to be NZ’s capital city. So when we decided to organise a trip up there, we made sure that everything’s planned perfectly.It was a 24-hr restless train ride </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/feeds/116968886010510928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29621893&amp;postID=116968886010510928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/116968886010510928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/116968886010510928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/2007/01/hello-blog-kamusta-k-naman-i-had-very.html' title=''/><author><name>jaena***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07962048807816999763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/75/48/2978457/12469286726910s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29621893.post-116854962725459917</id><published>2007-01-12T10:05:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T18:43:45.086+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I’m feeling a bit too excited these days that it doesn’t feel healthy anymore. Hahaha. Karol’s application is moving faster than I thought. The end of the tunnel is almost reachable now, and I honestly can’t believe that it’s going to be this early. In a month or two, karol will move here in NZ. After tons of exchanging emails with various people, 1 stressful month of compiling necessary </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/feeds/116854962725459917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29621893&amp;postID=116854962725459917&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/116854962725459917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/116854962725459917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-feeling-bit-too-excited-these-days.html' title=''/><author><name>jaena***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07962048807816999763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/75/48/2978457/12469286726910s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29621893.post-116795507740618260</id><published>2007-01-05T12:21:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T13:02:46.213+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I’m sitting against a window. I’m completely focused with what I’m doing. I have the urge to do some work today, and the thought makes me smile. When suddenly a man popped out of my view and banged my window. Thought I was gonna get a heart attack! Then I wanted to laugh. God, what the hell was he doing there hanging from the 9th floor? The man’s face exudes a feel of embarrassment from the bang.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/feeds/116795507740618260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29621893&amp;postID=116795507740618260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/116795507740618260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/116795507740618260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-sitting-against-window.html' title=''/><author><name>jaena***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07962048807816999763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/75/48/2978457/12469286726910s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29621893.post-116786553949113156</id><published>2007-01-04T12:03:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T12:06:22.456+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I only see 7 souls here in the office today. Damn. Where is everybody?It's kind of freaky because of the damn lights. They are automatic. They only light up when they sense movements. And since there are only 7 of us in this floor, most lights aren't on. And if I stay still for several minutes the light above me will shut off as well. Grrrr. I should have just stayed home.oh well, guess all I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/feeds/116786553949113156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29621893&amp;postID=116786553949113156&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/116786553949113156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/116786553949113156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-only-see-7-souls-here-in-office.html' title=''/><author><name>jaena***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07962048807816999763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/75/48/2978457/12469286726910s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29621893.post-116777690877594079</id><published>2007-01-03T11:20:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T04:29:58.790+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2006 year end reportJust got back here in the office and guess what? There are only 6 of us here in our floor. 4 in the south bubble and 2 here in the North bubble. Everyone's still on holiday. I feel like a one-man company, if there's such a thing.Perfect time for 2006 year-end report.2006 has generally been a good year for me. I felt like I've matured a lot last year. I have transformed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/feeds/116777690877594079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29621893&amp;postID=116777690877594079&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/116777690877594079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/116777690877594079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/2007/01/2006-year-end-report-just-got-back.html' title=''/><author><name>jaena***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07962048807816999763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/75/48/2978457/12469286726910s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29621893.post-116665854424738335</id><published>2006-12-21T12:44:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T13:53:42.870+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Been blogless for quite some time. Have to say, I've been quite busy. Not necessarily with work, but with tons of other things.Since my birthday, I've been reasonably happy coz things are going my way. My family's ok (I say it is coz I don't really dwell on family matters.), I enjoy the perks being an information management analyst give me, and most especially, I finally found some really amazing</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/feeds/116665854424738335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29621893&amp;postID=116665854424738335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/116665854424738335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/116665854424738335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/2006/12/been-blogless-for-quite-some-time.html' title=''/><author><name>jaena***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07962048807816999763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/75/48/2978457/12469286726910s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29621893.post-116425047672335445</id><published>2006-11-23T15:53:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T09:42:35.513+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I tend to think that the thrill of bdays subsides as one grows old. As years pass, I realize that bdays are nothing but a big illusion--illusion that gives you reason to try to own the day, then oblige the rest of the world to revolve around you, and then get frustrated when they refuse to. But sheer fact is these are all human nature. We all have this tendency to give ourselves a day to break </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/feeds/116425047672335445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29621893&amp;postID=116425047672335445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/116425047672335445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/116425047672335445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-tend-to-think-that-thrill-of-bdays.html' title=''/><author><name>jaena***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07962048807816999763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/75/48/2978457/12469286726910s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29621893.post-116295603362126510</id><published>2006-11-08T16:19:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T09:41:23.960+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My mom's in Pinas. Sigh. I so wish I'm on her shoes.Anyway, last Friday, kasama sya ni karol along with the rest of dagul's clan. Nakakatuwa na nakakakaba. Dami ko naubos na credits sa cellphone at call card kakacheck. Iba kasi feeling, I was not there to guide him through. Baka kung ano lumabas sa bibig nya. Pero in all fairness naman, being naturally ma-PR, e he pulled it off naman. Besides </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/feeds/116295603362126510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29621893&amp;postID=116295603362126510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/116295603362126510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/116295603362126510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-moms-in-pinas.html' title=''/><author><name>jaena***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07962048807816999763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/75/48/2978457/12469286726910s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29621893.post-116234917440748761</id><published>2006-11-01T15:43:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T09:41:40.726+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Got a number of friends who are very vocal about how they desperately wish that they have boyfriends. I do have one yet I still find myself unfortunate.I'm into a long - distance relationship for more than a year now. How did it happen? I'm not entirely sure. I just knew that it was what I wanted to do. But now frankly, i feel like being with someone oceans apart from you is as bad as being with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/feeds/116234917440748761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29621893&amp;postID=116234917440748761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/116234917440748761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/116234917440748761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/2006/11/got-number-of-friends-who-are-very.html' title=''/><author><name>jaena***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07962048807816999763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/75/48/2978457/12469286726910s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29621893.post-116190250531451818</id><published>2006-10-27T11:34:00.001+13:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T09:42:58.026+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I often wonder if other people my age are also taking time at least once fortnightly to go through their regular budget. Or do they just quickly itemize things on their heads and let matters run as they should be. I wonder if I'm the only one here who literally lists things to take care of during pay day. Cause looking into this massive list pisses the hell out of me. Why do I have sooo much </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/feeds/116190250531451818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29621893&amp;postID=116190250531451818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/116190250531451818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/116190250531451818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-often-wonder-if-other-people-my-age_27.html' title=''/><author><name>jaena***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07962048807816999763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/75/48/2978457/12469286726910s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29621893.post-116163678066696230</id><published>2006-10-24T09:46:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T09:43:28.963+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>got the job! woot! sigh.had a long weekend. kaso lagi naman umuulan. tsk.ang BAAAAHHHHHOOOOO sa farm!! juske. iniisip ko pa lng na ganon ang gagawin ni karol, jusmio talaga! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/feeds/116163678066696230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29621893&amp;postID=116163678066696230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/116163678066696230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/116163678066696230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/2006/10/got-job-woot-sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>jaena***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07962048807816999763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/75/48/2978457/12469286726910s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29621893.post-116130170689748355</id><published>2006-10-20T12:43:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T11:59:35.483+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>in numbers and in wordsSomeone said that it's rare to find someone who is good both in English and in Math. I beg to disagree. When I was in my secondary school, I've been one of those students who were perceived to be sort of excelling in both. I can't say that I really am, but parallel to the class I was in, I guess I did pretty well. Although personally, it has always been numbers more than </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/feeds/116130170689748355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29621893&amp;postID=116130170689748355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/116130170689748355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/116130170689748355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/2006/10/in-numbers-and-in-words-someone-said.html' title=''/><author><name>jaena***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07962048807816999763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/75/48/2978457/12469286726910s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29621893.post-116104758664555188</id><published>2006-10-17T14:02:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T11:59:59.313+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Been blogless for ages. tsk!Much as I want to exercise my writing through blogging at the very least, I still can not find time to do it regularly. There are just heaps going on at the moment that drain off all my remaining energy to blog. But since the weather is nice today, I feel quite in the mood to give some updates.And so 3 weeks ago, we spent our weekend burying ourselves in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/feeds/116104758664555188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29621893&amp;postID=116104758664555188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/116104758664555188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/116104758664555188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/2006/10/been-blogless-for-ages.html' title=''/><author><name>jaena***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07962048807816999763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/75/48/2978457/12469286726910s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29621893.post-115947665628783650</id><published>2006-09-29T08:48:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T12:00:19.096+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tatapak ulit ako sa yelo. Yey!I was invited by some friends to join them this weekend. We will drive to mt. something to ski. Sosyal. WahahaI'm excited! I've been there before and have tried snowboarding. It was so amusing although it was literally a pain in the ass. Kaya since then, I've been dying to go back there and give it another shot just to know if I'm any better. Kaya I'm really looking </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/feeds/115947665628783650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29621893&amp;postID=115947665628783650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/115947665628783650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/115947665628783650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/2006/09/tatapak-ulit-ako-sa-yelo.html' title=''/><author><name>jaena***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07962048807816999763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/75/48/2978457/12469286726910s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29621893.post-115855282348989612</id><published>2006-09-18T16:10:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T12:00:42.843+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Our computers crashed. Wahahaha. We are all helpless. Work here is completely compiler-dependent so we have to wait for the IT department to fix the problem before we can all go back to business....my mum commented the other day that she never thought that I'd grow up to be this articulate and chatty and smart (don't argue! That's her exact words.) I was completely flushed. I thought so too. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/feeds/115855282348989612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29621893&amp;postID=115855282348989612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/115855282348989612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/115855282348989612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/2006/09/our-computers-crashed.html' title=''/><author><name>jaena***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07962048807816999763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/75/48/2978457/12469286726910s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29621893.post-115757822857563402</id><published>2006-09-07T09:22:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T12:01:07.316+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's been exactly 1 year now since i moved here in NZ. but it so feels like ten years already. tagal na. nakakamiss. sigh. sigh. sigh.i wonder what life would have been like had i not moved here.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/feeds/115757822857563402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29621893&amp;postID=115757822857563402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/115757822857563402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/115757822857563402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-been-exactly-1-year-now-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>jaena***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07962048807816999763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/75/48/2978457/12469286726910s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29621893.post-115734008129225882</id><published>2006-09-04T15:20:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T12:01:40.906+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm relieved. My contract is renewed. My boss says that they are keen to have me permanently especially that 2 of our colleagues will be leaving in February. So I got my contract extended while I go through the internal process of applying for the permanent position. Although I am not entirely sure if I really like the nature of work here, I still feel pleased to hear the news. I take this as a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/feeds/115734008129225882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29621893&amp;postID=115734008129225882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/115734008129225882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/115734008129225882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-relieved.html' title=''/><author><name>jaena***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07962048807816999763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/75/48/2978457/12469286726910s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29621893.post-115708257340978807</id><published>2006-09-01T15:46:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T12:02:05.496+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I lay awake hoping restlessly to fall back asleep. It was 3am. I kept my eyes shut thinking that it would help. But it didn't. The night was long and it was too quiet. All I could hear was the tick of the clock and my sister's heavy breathing. It was haunting. If only they could pause even for a minute, just so I could continue my peaceful doze...Moments like that makes me hate silence sometimes.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/feeds/115708257340978807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29621893&amp;postID=115708257340978807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/115708257340978807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/115708257340978807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-lay-awake-hoping-restlessly-to-fall_01.html' title=''/><author><name>jaena***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07962048807816999763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/75/48/2978457/12469286726910s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29621893.post-115697172222655295</id><published>2006-08-31T08:38:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T12:02:40.053+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>gusto kong magpatreat ng buhok. ever since i got here, nasira na ang buhok ko. no, not really since i got here. it was since i worked at mcds, coz i had to braid my hair and wear a cap there. kaya ngayon, sobrang sira na buhok ko. kaso it's too expensive to have my hair treated here. it'll cost me $600. duh?! you can't expect me to spend that much on my hair. that's already half of my airfare </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/feeds/115697172222655295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29621893&amp;postID=115697172222655295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/115697172222655295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/115697172222655295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/2006/08/gusto-kong-magpatreat-ng-buhok.html' title=''/><author><name>jaena***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07962048807816999763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/75/48/2978457/12469286726910s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29621893.post-115690001058763017</id><published>2006-08-30T13:05:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T12:03:05.896+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The hardest question I've encountered recently: What are your talents?I know I can do a lot of things, but will any of those count when I know for a fact that I'm not even half as good as everyone else?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/feeds/115690001058763017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29621893&amp;postID=115690001058763017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/115690001058763017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/115690001058763017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/2006/08/hardest-question-ive-encountered.html' title=''/><author><name>jaena***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07962048807816999763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/75/48/2978457/12469286726910s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29621893.post-115611544292074249</id><published>2006-08-21T11:09:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T12:03:24.316+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm not good with inconsistencies and mind games. Reading between the lines is never my thing. To say it straight to my face works best for me almost always. Coz keeping me hanging breaks me down. Praning kasi ako. Does anyone know that? Sigh.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/feeds/115611544292074249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29621893&amp;postID=115611544292074249&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/115611544292074249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/115611544292074249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-not-good-with-inconsistencies-and.html' title=''/><author><name>jaena***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07962048807816999763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/75/48/2978457/12469286726910s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29621893.post-115578669916851021</id><published>2006-08-17T15:47:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T12:03:54.963+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm seeing a rainbow just now. Sigh. It's beautiful....I woke up panting last night. In my dream, I was being chased by some hideous-looking man. His face was almost unrecognizable because of tattoos. He looks like a Maori, or worse. He tried to rip me off but then I managed to pull away and run for my life. Fortunately, I gained consciousness right before he could grab me. I was wheezing though.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/feeds/115578669916851021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29621893&amp;postID=115578669916851021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/115578669916851021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/115578669916851021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-seeing-rainbow-just-now.html' title=''/><author><name>jaena***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07962048807816999763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/75/48/2978457/12469286726910s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29621893.post-115552216054248760</id><published>2006-08-14T14:16:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T12:04:25.696+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm having muscle spasms. Argh. Can't even walk straight. It must be with the high heels plus the cold weather. I don't know. Sigh.It's another Monday kaya tinatamad na naman ako magtrabaho. Not to mention the muscle pains I'm suffering right now. I should have just stayed home and made use of my neglected sick leaves....Last night, we were at a family friend's house. The mum gave birth to her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/feeds/115552216054248760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29621893&amp;postID=115552216054248760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/115552216054248760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/115552216054248760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-having-muscle-spasms.html' title=''/><author><name>jaena***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07962048807816999763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/75/48/2978457/12469286726910s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29621893.post-115499340807939446</id><published>2006-08-08T11:27:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T12:04:58.340+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Inaatake na naman ako ng lungkot ko.Sigh. I'll be a bum in 3 months time. My swanky role as "energy analyst" will be over soon enough.Damn. Considering the best option mystifies me almost always. Coz bottom-line is I don't really know what I want. Or maybe I know what I want but I'm not sure where to put more weight on. All I know is that I don't want to go back to Mc Donald's. I love it here in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/feeds/115499340807939446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29621893&amp;postID=115499340807939446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/115499340807939446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/115499340807939446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/2006/08/inaatake-na-naman-ako-ng-lungkot-ko.html' title=''/><author><name>jaena***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07962048807816999763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/75/48/2978457/12469286726910s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29621893.post-115490053641783110</id><published>2006-08-07T09:39:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T12:05:25.303+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sigh. It's again raining outside. I plan to visit Pinas around this time next year, coz you see, I'm hoping to avoid winter here. But then I realized that it won't make that much of a difference coz it's also rainy season in pinas. Bakit ba kasi ako hinahabol ng ulan? (Pero actually, I like rainy days. I like looking at it in a view. I just resent it the moment I get wet. wehehehe)Anyway, back to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/feeds/115490053641783110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29621893&amp;postID=115490053641783110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/115490053641783110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/115490053641783110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/2006/08/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>jaena***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07962048807816999763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/75/48/2978457/12469286726910s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29621893.post-115483227949632342</id><published>2006-08-06T14:30:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T12:05:53.870+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>updates?my life's in a halt. nothing's happening really. same everyday routine. same faces i see. same work i do. same places i go. the only thing unpredictable here is my mood and the weather. and that's it.anyway, i have an appalling feeling that i'll be a terrible driver. tsk.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/feeds/115483227949632342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29621893&amp;postID=115483227949632342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/115483227949632342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/115483227949632342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/2006/08/updates-my-lifes-in-halt.html' title=''/><author><name>jaena***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07962048807816999763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/75/48/2978457/12469286726910s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29621893.post-115430072479786669</id><published>2006-07-31T11:03:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T12:06:18.183+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had driving lessons yesterday. It was so fun! Can't wait to drive my own car. Sigh. Although it's pretty gloomy outside, I still feel surprisingly pleased. My world's revolving quite smoothly these days. No heavy burden, no massive headaches. Feel like I'm back to being happy go lucky, which is actually good for me. Coz I usually get tired of thinking too much. Got the whole weekend to laze </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/feeds/115430072479786669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29621893&amp;postID=115430072479786669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/115430072479786669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/115430072479786669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-had-driving-lessons-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>jaena***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07962048807816999763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/75/48/2978457/12469286726910s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29621893.post-115394950952691767</id><published>2006-07-27T09:30:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T12:06:39.950+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's over, at least for me.I figured out that his geniality will dwindle down sooner or later. It's momentary. It's a hangover. He just couldn't get enough of our fun weekend together. But he will soon.And maybe, I just enjoyed the attention. But that's about it. I rang Karol last night, and he told me that he missed me more these past few days. When the visitors were here, he was worried that I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/feeds/115394950952691767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29621893&amp;postID=115394950952691767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/115394950952691767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/115394950952691767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-over-at-least-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>jaena***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07962048807816999763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/75/48/2978457/12469286726910s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29621893.post-115386190892367882</id><published>2006-07-26T09:07:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T12:07:02.116+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Really bad sign. I have met this guy few days ago, and he's being so, or maybe too nice to me. I am never the assuming type, so I try stubbornly not to put malice on his gestures. I actually think that he has a thing for my sister because he openly admits that he finds her photogenic. Funny thing is, despite this claim, he texts and calls me rather than her.I tend to think that maybe it's just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/feeds/115386190892367882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29621893&amp;postID=115386190892367882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/115386190892367882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/115386190892367882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/2006/07/really-bad-sign.html' title=''/><author><name>jaena***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07962048807816999763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/75/48/2978457/12469286726910s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29621893.post-115377433728503384</id><published>2006-07-25T08:50:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T12:07:24.390+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh god... someone/something is starting to make me smile...bad sign. hmmm...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/feeds/115377433728503384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29621893&amp;postID=115377433728503384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/115377433728503384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/115377433728503384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/2006/07/oh-god.html' title=''/><author><name>jaena***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07962048807816999763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/75/48/2978457/12469286726910s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29621893.post-115370424173847906</id><published>2006-07-24T12:17:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T12:07:45.883+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>tagal ko pala hindi nagpost...tsk.Work-wise, last week was quite a hectic week. My workload piled up. I had too many deadlines to meet...and I presume it's going to be that way in a couple more weeks. Sigh.I had a really fun weekend though. We have a distant relative in Waipawa. He's about my age, and he works in a farm there. He, together with his 4 other friends decided to give us a visit here </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/feeds/115370424173847906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29621893&amp;postID=115370424173847906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/115370424173847906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/115370424173847906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/2006/07/tagal-ko-pala-hindi-nagpost.html' title=''/><author><name>jaena***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07962048807816999763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/75/48/2978457/12469286726910s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29621893.post-115276688413091686</id><published>2006-07-13T16:54:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T12:08:09.480+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sigh. week is almost over. woot!well, have to say i'm really busy. people here are no different from typical pinoys. they love crunch times. projects are way behind schedule, kaya ngayon, we are literally loaded. we have to be able to publish this major report by the end of october, kaso we haven't started anything yet. tsk. buggers....the environment at home is not so good either.our only </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/feeds/115276688413091686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29621893&amp;postID=115276688413091686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/115276688413091686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/115276688413091686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/2006/07/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>jaena***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07962048807816999763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/75/48/2978457/12469286726910s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29621893.post-115248662575019766</id><published>2006-07-10T11:09:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T12:08:32.166+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Weekend over. Sigh. It's another idle Monday. The sky is surprisingly clear today though. The way to work was not as awful as the previous weeks. But it doesn't change my mood. I still feel lazy today. It's always harder to get up on a Monday morning due to the weekend hangover. What should I do today? Hmmm...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/feeds/115248662575019766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29621893&amp;postID=115248662575019766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/115248662575019766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/115248662575019766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/2006/07/weekend-over.html' title=''/><author><name>jaena***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07962048807816999763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/75/48/2978457/12469286726910s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29621893.post-115214178813784701</id><published>2006-07-06T11:18:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T12:08:56.623+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On Emigrating...Emigrating gave my life a big kick. I felt like it took an abrupt turnoff. So when I got here in NZ, I immediately grabbed a new journal. I figured out that I should start a new chapter since my life is setting off from scratch again. 9 months later, I found myself browsing through its accumulating pages. Then I asked myself, "What has changed?" 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BWISIIIIIITTTTTT! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/feeds/115204843107917935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29621893&amp;postID=115204843107917935&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/115204843107917935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/115204843107917935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-so-fuckin-hate-him.html' title=''/><author><name>jaena***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07962048807816999763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/75/48/2978457/12469286726910s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29621893.post-115187480033123203</id><published>2006-07-03T09:09:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T12:09:46.093+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Iyeeee...To have a boyfriend had once been my frustration. Coz you see, I am not the "ligawin" type of girl. Like some of the unfortunate souls out there, I had gone through the oh-my-god-am-I-ever-going-to-have-a-boyfriend phase in my life. I remember having had those pathetic daydreams of me imprisoned in some cute guy's embrace, and cuddling, and doing whatever couples do that I get a sight of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/feeds/115187480033123203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29621893&amp;postID=115187480033123203&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/115187480033123203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/115187480033123203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/2006/07/iyeeee.html' title=''/><author><name>jaena***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07962048807816999763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/75/48/2978457/12469286726910s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29621893.post-115163047946688633</id><published>2006-06-30T13:07:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T12:10:09.893+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  Just came back from our 2-day trip to Hamilton.Over all, trip was ok. I know it's so lame for a description, but that's just how it is for me.Place: It was frosty. Temperature at 1degreeC, around 8degreesC colder than Wellington. And it was quiet and spacious. It's a genuine epitome of a green, brown, and blue environment. As in, everywhere you look, all you'll see is green pasture with grazing</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/feeds/115163047946688633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29621893&amp;postID=115163047946688633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/115163047946688633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/115163047946688633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/2006/06/just-came-back-from-our-2-day-trip-to.html' title=''/><author><name>jaena***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07962048807816999763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/75/48/2978457/12469286726910s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29621893.post-115127166384863289</id><published>2006-06-26T09:34:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T12:10:54.756+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have always loathed goodbyes. They are one of those uncontrollably recurring episodes in one's life that for some reason inflict as much or more pain as you had the first time. It's just so upsetting that I tend to shun it. But as much as I try to, I am still being reminded of many of them lately. Goodbyes that either I or the people around me are obliged to deal with. And as I get totally </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/feeds/115127166384863289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29621893&amp;postID=115127166384863289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/115127166384863289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/115127166384863289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-have-always-loathed-goodbyes.html' title=''/><author><name>jaena***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07962048807816999763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/75/48/2978457/12469286726910s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29621893.post-115085414963052773</id><published>2006-06-21T13:39:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T12:11:18.260+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On Wednesday, I will be flying to Hamilton, which is somewhere North. It's our team's 2-day trip. Itinerary: to visit several power stations.Excited? Not really. Come on! I'll be with a bunch of old geeks whose day to day routine involves having unending conversation about economic transformation, market supply and demand, and the likes, and whose life's diversion revolves around newspapers and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/feeds/115085414963052773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29621893&amp;postID=115085414963052773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/115085414963052773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/115085414963052773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/2006/06/on-wednesday-i-will-be-flying-to.html' title=''/><author><name>jaena***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07962048807816999763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/75/48/2978457/12469286726910s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29621893.post-115076166110333887</id><published>2006-06-20T11:58:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T12:11:38.063+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lintek!I woke up half past 6. Took a quick shower, dressed up, had lite breakfast, then rushed out to catch the train.The moment I stepped out our door, I immediately resented why I have even stepped in NZ. Damn it. It's so freakin' cold. It's raining heavily. I could feel the wrath of nature. The wind was furiously screaming at me, and frantically slapping me on the face. It was scary.There was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/feeds/115076166110333887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29621893&amp;postID=115076166110333887&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/115076166110333887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/115076166110333887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/2006/06/lintek-i-woke-up-half-past-6.html' title=''/><author><name>jaena***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07962048807816999763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/75/48/2978457/12469286726910s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29621893.post-115069095090590652</id><published>2006-06-19T16:06:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T12:11:55.670+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TSK.A wrong start will never have a right ending. Yes, you can always change what you've started, but to be able to alter it is to actually begin again. And that is a tight spot.For days, I'm literally doing nothing. Damn it. Am I just useless, or are they just too preoccupied to even care for what I'm up to? I'm done with what they asked me to do. What's next? They keep me hanging. And the more </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/feeds/115069095090590652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29621893&amp;postID=115069095090590652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/115069095090590652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/115069095090590652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/2006/06/tsk.html' title=''/><author><name>jaena***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07962048807816999763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/75/48/2978457/12469286726910s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29621893.post-115014995064392353</id><published>2006-06-13T09:59:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T12:12:30.496+13:00</updated><title type='text'>blah blah blah!</title><summary type='text'>blah..blah..blahBlogging puff almost over, and yet I'm just starting one. Tsk. -- One good manifestation of who I really am.I live my own world. I do things at my own slow pace. I'm actually a late-bloomer. Sometimes I go with the flow, most of the times I don't. I'm free-spirited that I often get misunderstood. I can laugh, I can cry, I can shout, I can frown without other people really noticing</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/feeds/115014995064392353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29621893&amp;postID=115014995064392353&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/115014995064392353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29621893/posts/default/115014995064392353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahchuchu.blogspot.com/2006/06/blah-blah-blah.html' title='blah blah blah!'/><author><name>jaena***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07962048807816999763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/75/48/2978457/12469286726910s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
