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type='text'>Heavy</title><content type='html'>When bad days happen, I really do try to choose to be happy and conjure a wild idea that nothing can ever be worse; and well, tomorrow's going to be okay.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But today, I cannot even fake a smile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's Murphy's Law to the nth level I guess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941320-6614644042714421006?l=swingjanice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/feeds/6614644042714421006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941320&amp;postID=6614644042714421006' title='0 Comments'/><link 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bigger than we could ever, ever, ever imagine. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nakakatuwa. :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks JC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941320-2026486580433919765?l=swingjanice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/feeds/2026486580433919765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941320&amp;postID=2026486580433919765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/2026486580433919765'/><link rel='self' 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think twice to sleep, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although the weather seems to be calling for it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I did what I have been meaning to do, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CLEAN UP! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The mother was of course delighted, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She said this only happens ONCE a year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and she's glad it's happened now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(and the room badly needs a good cleanup! )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There, I moved all the heavy storage, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Took a rug and started mopping, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got a broom and started sweeping, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two hours and some minutes after, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The room can finally breathe again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My back ached after.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it was all okay, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, you need to do things &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you don't normally do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, no matter how difficult &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it can be, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You push your luck, you gather up &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all your guts, and you just do it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To move forward, there is only thing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;left to do, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as my French teacher always said &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;back in College, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Move your pwet!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No need to lie around, pretend all is ok. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Move your pwet!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The cleanup, however gloomy this afternoon was, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had turned the day bright and sunny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And a Sun girl like me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;absolutely loved it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now what to do next? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941320-2014699069045100348?l=swingjanice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/feeds/2014699069045100348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941320&amp;postID=2014699069045100348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/2014699069045100348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/2014699069045100348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/2011/06/sunday-afternoon-post.html' title='Sunday Afternoon Post'/><author><name>jajajanice!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v169/hey_janice/Picture79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941320.post-1497514067313775853</id><published>2011-06-17T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T16:07:50.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Miracle</title><content type='html'> Always keep your eyes open to little miracles. &lt;div&gt;They are our automatic mood shifters. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, my little miracle is my quilt -- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;having it hand washed, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The quilt is almost ten times heavier &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when it's wet. or even more? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And to wash it with bare hands can be due to the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;following reasons: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. no washer big enough to load it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. sense of urgency, the sun's all up today, it'd &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dry fast i can actually lie down on it tonight! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. no more number 3 i think. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so there, i washed it. and no matter how heavy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it got, i didn't complain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gusto ko siya maramdaman sa balat ko. mukang kumportable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that same afternoon, it's already dried up :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;immediately, i removed my old bedsheets, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and hello there cozy quilt... :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this entry may not even have a point, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i do feel great whenever I lie down on my new quilt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and what is the better feeling in this world, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;than feeling great? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some travel to far places to feel great, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to feel at peace, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to be happy, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and to find who they truly are..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i haven't been to those places before, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i do know how to get to my destination, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"handwash the quilt". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have a great week everyone. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941320-1497514067313775853?l=swingjanice.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v169/hey_janice/Picture79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941320.post-400531169454997414</id><published>2011-06-16T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T21:01:34.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>swing two times</title><content type='html'>hello, &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;back in high school, there was some girl who called me up on the phone and cursed me. telling me to back off. the girl's voice was of course familiar, although i am quite sure it was one of her friends who really wanted to say those things to me. i never got afraid although it was my mom who was listening on the other line who cursed her back. i am never good in confrontations.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some years later, i got a phone call again, from another girl, telling me things. it hit me and after that call, i really cried. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some years later again, i received a call, and your guess is right, from a girl again. this time she was crying, asking if her boyfriend was with me (i used to give him rides). at that time i was driving, and i told her, "no". after some weeks they broke off. the guy asked me out and so I went.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then after several years, i came across someone who wrote me a letter telling me she wanted me to be her friend, and when i was about to reply, she was just... gone.. and that's the end of her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;those girls. in your life, it's not impossible to come across someone who can really weaken you, piss you off, or well, on the good side, inspire you. those girls probably loathe me, i don't know if they still do, but i'm sure they would never forget about me. and i would never either. those girls, they can be scared of you too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all i know is, they're all from the past, old and dingy. and like what you do with your old stuff, either you throw or give them away, you bury them somewhere. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then you step away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sayang ang ganda ko. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at ang ganda mo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941320-400531169454997414?l=swingjanice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v169/hey_janice/Picture79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941320.post-8480340797741596901</id><published>2011-06-10T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T20:37:39.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heto Na</title><content type='html'>And so we are booked. :) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"magbukas ka NA ng tuna..." hehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry, "Inuman Na" was the first song that came to mind. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, yep yep, it's official.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(btw, a lot of things are meant to be blogged, however, my brain cells are not just working lately, i promise to come up with something more boring than this one, till then! )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941320-8480340797741596901?l=swingjanice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/feeds/8480340797741596901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941320&amp;postID=8480340797741596901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/8480340797741596901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/8480340797741596901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/2011/06/heto-na.html' title='Heto Na'/><author><name>jajajanice!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v169/hey_janice/Picture79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941320.post-4679853809214432180</id><published>2011-04-15T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T20:24:24.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>naturalesa</title><content type='html'>naturalesa ko na ang maging maiinisin yata. &lt;div&gt;sabi ng mga kapatid ko, kaya daw "janice" ang pangalan ko, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kasi katunog daw iyon ng "inis". (medyo weird ang mga kapatid ko para isipin yon, charot)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sa tuwing hindi ko maintindihan ang mga lessons sa school, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sa tuwing hindi ko makuha kung paano naging ganoon ang sagot &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sa isang Math problem, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sa tuwing hindi ko makuha ang tamang pagtupi ng papel &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sa origami, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maiinis na ako agad. nakakatulog ako sa gabi na hindi nagagawa ang &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mga assignments noon, dahil idinaan ko na lang sa iyak. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at pag dating ng umaga, inis na naman ulit ang paiiralin ko, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dahil hindi ko nagawa ang assignment,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dahil nainis nga ako noong kinagabihan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at ang ganitong ugali ay kakambal ko kahit nung ako'y nasa kolehiyo na. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hanep ano? kapag naiisip ko iyon, naitatanong ko sa aking sarili, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Pa'no ako nakapasa non??" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kahit ngayon, naiinis pa rin ako. sa mga direksyong mahaba at komplikado, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sa mga problemang masakit sa ulo, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sa mga pakiusap na malabo, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;minsan, sa kahit ano lang. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kapag mainisin ka, wala ka na bang pasensya? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;parang hindi naman yata? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ayokong magbuhat ng sariling bangko, pero yun nga, tingin ko nama'y &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(medyo) pasensyosa ako. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;may mga araw na nagigising akong parang naiinis, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ngunit may mga araw din na pinipilit kong piliin ang &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;huwag mainis, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ika ko nga kay rcm, sayang ang oras, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sayang ang pagkakataon &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kung ibubuhos lang sa inis ang buong araw, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;masakit pa sa ulo, kapag naiinis. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ang point ko lamang sa blog na ito ay &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;naturalesa ko nga siguro ang ma-stress paminsan-minsan, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ang mainis dahil sa isang malabong dahilan, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ngunit naturalesa ko rin ang bumawi, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ang magpakitang gilas sa aking sarili, na kaya kong hindi mainis &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ng isang buong araw. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ngunit, sana, hindi na ako mabansagang "janice inis". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sayang ang magandang pangalan (hahaha!) kung may kasunod na ganyan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yun lang :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941320-4679853809214432180?l=swingjanice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/feeds/4679853809214432180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941320&amp;postID=4679853809214432180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/4679853809214432180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/4679853809214432180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/2011/04/naturalesa.html' title='naturalesa'/><author><name>jajajanice!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v169/hey_janice/Picture79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941320.post-475110810222968866</id><published>2011-04-09T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T19:31:19.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinkathon Marathon</title><content type='html'>Hello, &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My elder sister, Jenny, is here in the island for the weekend. Cocoy, of course, is ecstatic -- the little boy controls his sleepiness and waits eagerly for his Tita Ninang Je. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While we are having our usual "blue couch" conversations, Ate Je said, "Kung may hindi na ako uulitin sa buhay ko, ito ay ang BAR Exams at ang pagpapakasal!". Don't get her wrong, although the two occasions bring so much joy to her, tension always seems to follow suit. And please don't think of regrets also :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm.. what about me? What are the happenings in my life that I won't ever go back to? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not married yet, and I think I would love to get married over and over again (to the same man of course). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am no lawyer and I don't think I can ever pass the BAR exams, so okay :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ano nga ba? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I don't want a part two of the breakups. Haha! The guys dumped me, left me for the lamest reasons. :) So there, I think I'm done with the frequent crushing of my heart, bursting of my dream bubble, stepping on my already non-existent ego, and wondering why!??! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, there'd be no more chapter two of that 2005 flood here in the isla period. No more. No more. No more. That was one major blow in my jaw. TKO! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What else, I also don't want a rerun of the sudden losses of loved ones. I guess nobody wants that either... That year, we lost three... :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of course there were the mistakes and the confrontations at work and at home, but they didn't really sting me like the three I have mentioned. They may have been the worst three, but they actually brought me closer to my faith, to the original Supreme, and to my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tragedies surround the world today, our country most of all, but like what my mom always tells me, "Kinukurot lang tayo ng Panginoon". Our Lord God is simply asking us to pray, to go back to His path, and to be more faithful. And to those worst three, you fed my gut with a lot of lessons..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy the rest of the weekend everyone.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941320-475110810222968866?l=swingjanice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/feeds/475110810222968866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941320&amp;postID=475110810222968866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/475110810222968866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/475110810222968866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/2011/04/thinkathon-marathon.html' title='Thinkathon Marathon'/><author><name>jajajanice!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v169/hey_janice/Picture79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941320.post-210729015031827033</id><published>2011-03-20T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T15:42:19.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sister's Married!</title><content type='html'>Hello. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, when i saw my elder sister, Ate Je, walked down the aisle, I fought some tears from ruining my non-waterproof mascara. But seriously, yes, it was very heartwarming. (and sobrang nakakaiyak, pero no no no!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Ato" aka "sis" aka "pining" is now married to her boyfriend of eleven years, James. They were classmates in DWCC highschool, and then James pursued her, et voila, ever since then, they've been a couple. (sorry for my very less creative write up, im writing all these down while my mind can still fight antok)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, there, my sister's married -- my sister who loves to twist my hair whenever we're watching TV (and then I'd fall asleep), my sister who buys me lunch and sometimes buys me bus and ferry tickets! :D , my sister who is my shopping buddy too, the sister who's strict but is also very sweet, she sometimes (or most of the time) is my yaya, hihi. And the sister who is part camel because whenever I take out a pitcher of water from the fridge, she'd drink all of it and I will be left with only 1/4 of the water and of course I will be mad (ayoko nalalamangan eh) and curse her, and then I'll get another pitcher of water and make sure she won't be able to reach it :). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Namimiss ko lang siguro 'yung luka luka kong ate. Hindi na kami tabi sa kama!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I am sincerely happy for my sister. She's heading now to the book two of her life and there's nothing more I can say, but, I will always be her loyalist. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take care sis :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ika nga ni Mam Jo (ang mother superiora aka madam pompador), "ikaw na lang ang single na babae sa bahay na to! hahahaha!" (bait nya ano?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I don't really mind. It's okay :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941320-210729015031827033?l=swingjanice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/feeds/210729015031827033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941320&amp;postID=210729015031827033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/210729015031827033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/210729015031827033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/2011/03/sister-married.html' title='Sister&amp;#39;s Married!'/><author><name>jajajanice!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v169/hey_janice/Picture79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941320.post-2557810493058533398</id><published>2011-03-12T17:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T22:33:37.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Thought Of While Cocoy's Asleep</title><content type='html'> 1. He is at his cutest when he's asleep. Big plump cheeks, and those long eyelashes. Plus, when you smell him, he smells like baby powder. I want to squeeze him when he's sleeping but of course I always stop myself. (putting cocoy to sleep is a tedious job, so no-no)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I tried that Olay Day Cream -- our san jose cashier was using it and she was very blooming (in short, i got insecure, hehe), so i asked her if she was applying something on her face. "Mam, olay day cream po". THe next day, my sisters and I got one each for ourselves. The day after that, I used it, but hoh boy, I got mad rashes after. So okay... Good bye olay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Today is saturday, but it didn't feel like a weekend. It felt like Monday. I think my weekend starts on a Sunday. So Yey, Sunday na bukas! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I am still 'high' on the romantic comedy flick, "Leap Year" (2010). I am kind of undecided whether the film's story is realistic or not. So let's see... The story's about a woman who was planning to propose to her boyfriend because he didn't propose to her but only to fall for someone (her guide to Dublin) she's only met for less than 24 hours (come on, as adorable as Goode, who wouldnt?). Can this happen? Well, I've fallen for someone I met online, so I guess this IS realistic. :-)  and this really happens. Film directors and writers just have that innate knack on melting the audience's hearts. They give you the picture you want to see -- that happily ever after kind of picture, that falling in love is easy, etc etc. Oh well, all i know is this movie's a hit for me. Now i want to go to Ireland. hehehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Our lonesome male dog died a few days ago. His name was Sharp (yep, like the brand). Sharp is part Labrador, part Mongrel (askal!). He used to be matipuno. If I'm not mistaken, he was born seven years ago. Anyway, he died. He was sick, he's got scabbies even though he bathed everyday. Did I get sad? When my mom said, he was dead, yes, I felt sad. Wala na tuloy maingay dito sa bahay. Plus, kulang na sila. Because of that, I gave my good ole GSD, jet, some milk this afternoon. She's getting old too. She's about 42 years old now, if she's human. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Ate Jo and Randall are in the US now. Ang tuhray ng mag-asawa. haha. I can't wait to see their pictures. And that's why Cocoy's been bunking in with us for the past six days already. Hehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. This is my favorite time of day. Russ and I call this, "tibi time" - a time when we can just watch TV all night and not worry about anything at all, except on which show to watch first :) I like the Home and Health channel. I like their "Human Stories" show -- all different stories about survival and grief among others. Russell likes to watch MMK and Pilipinas Got Talent. In fact, he's more updated than me when it comes to new Pinoy shows, i.e. "Mutya". hehe. As much as possible, I try to veer away from MMK -- the stories scare me. MMK is known for their stories about heartaches and griefs, and I'm not so prepared to spend my saturday night feeling very ill. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. I check facebook before my email. And I love reading status. Some are corny quotes (which can be funny for being corny), some are pinoy cheesy quotes (goosebumps all over), and some are the most mundane things in this world (madami 'to). FB statuses are interesting :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. It's American Idol again. Season 10. And I got my bets already: Guy with funny coats, Paul Mcdonalds, the Filipina Thia, the nerdy Casey, and that pretty girl Pia. I sometimes do not get how J.Lo judges. "You look great, amazing, i love you, you know i love you". Ah eh? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Cocoy would ask me, "Tita ninang ja, ang basa dyan?" (showing me his transformers pillow). I'd say, "AU-TO-BOTS" (pointing my finger per syllable). Now when you ask him, "Cocoy, anong basa dyan?" He'd say, "AU TO BOTSSSS!" The little guy can now read! And when he sees letters in bold red, he'd say, VPR MARKETING! (very good! hehe)&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941320-2557810493058533398?l=swingjanice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/feeds/2557810493058533398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941320&amp;postID=2557810493058533398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/2557810493058533398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/2557810493058533398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/2011/03/things-i-thought-of-while-cocoy-asleep_12.html' title='Things I Thought Of While Cocoy&amp;#39;s Asleep'/><author><name>jajajanice!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v169/hey_janice/Picture79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941320.post-5135760247027809752</id><published>2011-03-04T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T22:57:54.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me pass</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; I miss running. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**earth to bebs :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941320-5135760247027809752?l=swingjanice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/feeds/5135760247027809752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941320&amp;postID=5135760247027809752' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/5135760247027809752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/5135760247027809752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/2011/03/let-me-pass.html' title='Let me pass'/><author><name>jajajanice!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v169/hey_janice/Picture79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941320.post-5100176681044221281</id><published>2011-03-02T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T21:25:58.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puck of Glee</title><content type='html'> I am currently watching Glee... &lt;div&gt;and Puck is singing... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and he's singing Lady Antebellum's   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Need You Now&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;while strumming his guitar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WOWWWW.&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do men, who look like Puck, and sing like Puck, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;are so eye candy? WHY? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a lot of friends whose "kiggle dream" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is to be sung to by their dreamboats &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or by their boyfriends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Playing the guitar can be a plus too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmm... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This evening, I was just watching Ito of Neocolors&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;belt out some originals on Youtube, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he was so great i found him cute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This post seems to be a little girly for you, you think? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think so too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't help it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Puck started it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't really write like this, but, I guess, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;babae pa rin pala ako! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(hehehe)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;goodnight! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941320-5100176681044221281?l=swingjanice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/feeds/5100176681044221281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941320&amp;postID=5100176681044221281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/5100176681044221281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/5100176681044221281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/2011/03/puck-of-glee.html' title='Puck of Glee'/><author><name>jajajanice!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v169/hey_janice/Picture79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941320.post-7263614016372763738</id><published>2011-01-15T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T22:19:21.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year Blog Entry.</title><content type='html'>  Hello, happy new year... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So okay, I know I haven't written here for ages. I remember the times when there's always a fresh, daily issue here; when I couldn't start a day without signing in here and posting a new blog entry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And there were also times when there was someone who always insisted to be a huge part of my entries; like he owned this blog or something like that. Or maybe he just didn't understand what the word "journal" means. Hmm..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then, there were a lot of times when I wrote vaguely here and hoped that a blog like that could at least help me give words to certain things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, that was that. And those were the days. What a way to begin my first blog for 2011! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;News said there's an additional zodiac sign. I am a Libran, but now, I don't know if I'm still a Libran. I may be a Virgin now, but well, I was born a Libran. Would that mean I should possess the qualities of a Virgin now? So would that mean, I should now read the horoscopes from the Virgo zodiac sign? So, I am not compatible anymore with Aquarius or Gemini! (well, rcm is pisces anyway. hehe) Hehe. I am just thinking out loud. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's flood left and right, not only in Southern Leyte, in Albay, in Zamboanga, in Cebu, there's flood in Australia and Brasil too. I am highly allergic to floods. They're a selfish calamity that takes away everything that you have and as it slowly subsides, your spirit kind of goes down the drain too. They may subside but you know they'll come back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All sorts of news for the New Year. All crazy lucky and unlucky colors. But I won't go anywhere near that, i'm contented with my lucky jade and i'll stick to that :) Bukod dyan, kaliwa't kanan din ang krimen. It's only January and our country's already making the quota. Nakakabuwang diba, but it's more of a sad start. I still am affected by the tragic death of those construction workers in Makati. They were just working, trying to feed a family, send kids to school, and now, game's over. Give the grieving families all the support you can give them, but there's absolutely no way you can heal them. Ano bang problema ng mga project engineers? at ng mga may-ari ng mga building na ito?? Whatever happened to that big ole sign, "Safety First"? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They say you've got to find the beauty or the good thing even at most difficult times... but.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How? More faith perhaps? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmm.. how about going onto the lighter side of life? or how about a recap of 2010. This is my opening salvo for 2011 anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, my 2010 is a one-word wonder. hehe. it's "memorable". Haha! I feel so bagets with the word. But yep yep, 2010 is my hitmaker. If to be compared to a song, it's "VOGUE" by Madonna - a lot of snappy poses in one rhythm (paki ulit?). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But seriously, it's my three hundred and sixty five days of fulfilling and chasing more dreams -- a jumpstart to a wonderful journey ahead...yesss.... hehe.. Also, it's my twelve months of smiles; I got to meet more friends this year, not just acquaintances but real good friends, and I got to reunite with my bestys in HS and the krungs krungs in MC too :) . I absolutely look forward to more fun sessions this year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moreover, it's my eight thousand, seven hundred sixty hours of unconditional love to my very energetic nephew. My sister and I still do the "shifts". It's a fun part-time job. :) Speaking of work, 2010 was a year of achievement and growth. Though it was only a very small growth, I cannot help but feel fulfilled about it. We have a new baby at work and we're all excited in helping it grow strong. :) I guess 2011 is going to be more of a "push push push" year for us at work. But like I always say... "Come on Sun, show me what you've got!" So I don't really mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then I got to complete the nine Misa de Gallo last year. For the third time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And for the third time, I think one of my several petitions has been granted already. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They say time flies so fast. There are times when we feel like we are running out of time, or we feel like we cannot meet our deadlines anymore. But to really think about it, I think time is just the same when we were still kids. It's never been fast nor slow. It's just.... there... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think it's us who are moving too fast, or pacing this world so slow. I think we've got lots of things in our hands that we're not sure we can carry them anymore; we don't stop to look at the things around us anymore. Can you still remember what your wife or husband wore yesterday? Yes, we've made this world move so fast. (that's why climates are changing too fast too!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well of course this isn't true for everybody. It's just my observation, but! the good thing about this, when there are things to do, and things to look forward to, the more I get nearer to the dream. And what can be more beautiful than that? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;END!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy New Year Everyone, and happy heart's day in a couple of weeks too! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spread the L-O-V-E!&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941320-7263614016372763738?l=swingjanice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/feeds/7263614016372763738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941320&amp;postID=7263614016372763738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/7263614016372763738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/7263614016372763738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year-blog-entry.html' title='New Year Blog Entry.'/><author><name>jajajanice!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v169/hey_janice/Picture79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941320.post-8256255645394891435</id><published>2010-12-22T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T22:53:02.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>post it for the painter</title><content type='html'>Two days from now, and it's Christmas. &lt;div&gt;The most wonderful time of the year, they say. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I would be christmassing with you rcm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know our time will come, we can have our first christmas photo taken, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we can decorate our tree and complete the Misa de gallo! (by hook or by crook)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we can cook noche buena and surprise ourselves with our own well thought of gifts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm excited Love. Super giddy, totally am :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941320-8256255645394891435?l=swingjanice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/feeds/8256255645394891435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941320&amp;postID=8256255645394891435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/8256255645394891435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/8256255645394891435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/2010/12/post-it-for-painter.html' title='post it for the painter'/><author><name>jajajanice!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v169/hey_janice/Picture79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941320.post-2939640260281318759</id><published>2010-11-30T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T23:01:34.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say Yes to Whim!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Letter to the void... &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It's December tomorrow already. I love how time plays tricks on us. When we don't want things to end, we'd wish time would slow down a bit, or freeze the moment even. When we're excited about something, looking forward to the most exciting thing, we'd wish we can fast forward time and bring us to "there". We're funny, we're funny people. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Universe, together with the most perfect time, has given me a beautiful chance. I thought I would never have something like it, but I guess, God intervened, helped the Universe to pinch me and make my head turn. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;There would be times when you don't want to slow down and instead settle for what you have -- settled for something that's unlikely to be truly happy. I almost did. But, like I said, Universe would always come to the rescue and give you another chance. However, it would be all up to you if you would give chance a chance.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Yes, time does play tricks on me and on you. We go crazy over time. But without it, I don't think we can have these beautiful chances.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I thank chance for bumping into me... It's really one of the few exciting Janice experiences. Me love it a lot :)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It's about time, say yes to whim. :)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941320-2939640260281318759?l=swingjanice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/feeds/2939640260281318759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941320&amp;postID=2939640260281318759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/2939640260281318759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/2939640260281318759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/2010/11/say-yes-to-whim.html' title='Say Yes to Whim!'/><author><name>jajajanice!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v169/hey_janice/Picture79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941320.post-5386818738133747897</id><published>2010-11-04T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T20:44:01.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Few things!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hi Blog, &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I celebrated my 29th birthday twenty-two days ago. I was re-reading my previous posts and I was all amazed then at turning twenty-five! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Anyway, I won't go wasting my precious internet hours babbling about how time flies so fast. I think I have been reciting this like a mantra already. However, may I add here that turning a year older gives me one good realization too.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I think I have outgrown a few things. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Disclaimer: Don't go looking for deep realizations here, most of the things I have outgrown are shallow and very personal! hehehe! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"Few things" Number 1. I don't feel like wearing my favorite brands of clothes anymore. Nor do I ever enter their shops and fit and pose and buy! I suddenly realize I have lots of those already, and I would love to be in clothes that are more.... well.. "womanly". Like what my sister said, "Me too, those clothes are for college girls". I guess gone are the days when friends and I drool over those cute, flimsy, girly outfits and wish we have high paying jobs to buy them all! :)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In Relation to "Few Things" Number 1, &lt;br&gt;I am now near to being an extremely devout shopper of the department stores! :) Not only they are more affordable, they have more choices too and they go on sale most of the time!!! Me go crazy! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"Few Things" Number 2. I am seven or ten years older than most of the people I am working with. Are they thinking the way I was thinking back then? "Ang tanda ng 29!" Heheheh! :) &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"Few Things" Number 3. Well, I've realized this a long time already. But, let me say this again and again, over and over. I've realized, you wouldnt be two hundred percent happy if not for the love from your fiance, from your family and from your sinister friends. Well, you should be happy on your own, in your own very personal style, but to celebrate that happiness and double it, you gotta have "them" and "him" around. That's the beauty of everything in this world. So call yourself lucky and happy if you have love from those people :) &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"Few Things" Number 4. I love of Jo-Insung from the now defunct korean series, "Non-stop". He's seen on so many movies and "koreanovelas" too. There are a LOT of korean heartthrobs now. They're from boybands with so many members you can hardly remember their faces! But for me, si Jo-Insung pa rin ang pinakaguapo sa kanilang lahat! :) (peace sign insert here!)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"Few Things" Number 5. I now have a new love flavor for cakes, "strawberry". Wait for me strawberry shortcake :) &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;O diba, these things are very shallow. Well, they're me :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941320-5386818738133747897?l=swingjanice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/feeds/5386818738133747897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941320&amp;postID=5386818738133747897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/5386818738133747897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/5386818738133747897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/2010/11/few-things.html' title='Few things!'/><author><name>jajajanice!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v169/hey_janice/Picture79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941320.post-4755920948815982999</id><published>2010-09-09T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T20:31:59.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Patalastas</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;There are a lot of books to be read, some of the pages folded, some turning yellow already.&lt;br&gt;There are movies to be watched, bought them from my panic buying behaviour, but most of them lie untouched on my shelf. &lt;br&gt;Just two of the few things I enjoy doing. And yes, the past days, and weeks have been so hectic, it's unusual to see someone in this house bum around. :)&lt;br&gt;But. I don't really mind. The great thing about my work is I love it. I do get tired from it and I will always get tired, but I don't really mind. I complain yes, but i complain about everything.&lt;br&gt;You see, when you really really love something, no matter how difficult, complicated it can be, it'd always be like eating your favorite cookie :) (with hot boiling water nga lang, hehe, corny!)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So there... I hope to have tea with you movies and books soon.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Happy September everybody. Geezbuzz, time does fly fast! :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941320-4755920948815982999?l=swingjanice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/feeds/4755920948815982999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941320&amp;postID=4755920948815982999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/4755920948815982999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/4755920948815982999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/2010/09/patalastas.html' title='Patalastas'/><author><name>jajajanice!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v169/hey_janice/Picture79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941320.post-8233112484030626020</id><published>2010-08-04T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T21:02:35.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Drama Over Here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It isn't healthy to feed yourself on "what-might-have-beens" -- the regrets and guilty feelings from the past. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Because they will drag you down and you won't be able to go anywhere. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Nothing is extra more important than today. Because today gives you all the chances in this world to make your future beautiful :) &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I think I should tell this to myself too. Heheh. I think I should really try to forgive. As Nelson Mandela said on the movie, "Invictus", "Forgiveness liberates the soul". So I should really try. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Not that my soul is so depressed and trapped, but from time to time, there are a few snippets of that past that I don't like seeing in my head. It's probably because I felt paralyzed before -- not brave enough to see the real truth; not wise enough to realize; but blind enough to tolerate it and convince myself that 'that' is happiness. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It was a great gift from the Almighty to wake me up and feed my guts with courage then. But this time, I should be brave to just let the black past go. No need to state out the reasons, no need to relive them, no need to broadcast them either. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"There is no point of going back especially when you didn't leave anything behind." &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;IN my heart, I know I should just shake it off and be the supreme queen that I have always been. I owe it to myself :)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Things happen in our lives because of so many so many reasons. Sometimes, we don't see them right away; sometimes it would take a whole revolution of the earth; or sometimes, the reasons have always been there -- we just don't see them yet. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So for those ancient regrets and long overdue guilty feelings you have, i think it's about time to just let them be. THere's nothing more you can do about them after all. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Let's smile, the world loves us :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941320-8233112484030626020?l=swingjanice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/feeds/8233112484030626020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941320&amp;postID=8233112484030626020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/8233112484030626020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/8233112484030626020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/2010/08/little-drama-over-here.html' title='A Little Drama Over Here!'/><author><name>jajajanice!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v169/hey_janice/Picture79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941320.post-1981425313576493622</id><published>2010-07-28T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T20:13:25.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Receiving good news is like having to eat your long overdue craving. &lt;br&gt;I just heard last night that one of my super best friends is getting married next year. &lt;br&gt;Coming from a not so nice relationship in the past, the good news makes me realize that this universe aligns with you, it aligns with whatever dream you might have, and when it does, there's nothing else you can do but forget about the past and be sincerely happy about the present and the future. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hope floats :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941320-1981425313576493622?l=swingjanice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/feeds/1981425313576493622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941320&amp;postID=1981425313576493622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/1981425313576493622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/1981425313576493622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/2010/07/good-news.html' title='Good News'/><author><name>jajajanice!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v169/hey_janice/Picture79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941320.post-5662970633555717261</id><published>2010-07-14T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T20:47:20.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Title Available</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;How come I can't seem to delete / upload / edit my photo albums here on Multiply? &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I would love to extract from my several sets some shots that should be disposed of a long long time ago. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;###&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sometimes, I cannot help but think how poor my decision-making skill is -- going for something or someone that's absolutely way out of line. And convincing myself that THAT is happiness. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But, &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I realized, &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;To be happy you need not convince yourself to be one. You just are happy. You don't prepare reasons, nor perfect the way of speaking them out loud. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And also sometimes, I cannot help but say my Thank you prayer to the real Supreme Being for making me realize that very simple fact. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;:-) Let's gather up the good news! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941320-5662970633555717261?l=swingjanice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/feeds/5662970633555717261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941320&amp;postID=5662970633555717261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/5662970633555717261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/5662970633555717261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/2010/07/no-title-available.html' title='No Title Available'/><author><name>jajajanice!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v169/hey_janice/Picture79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941320.post-2934652031052955648</id><published>2010-06-27T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T22:29:52.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Retiree</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://swingjanice.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/6885"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://swingjanice.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/6886"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://swingjanice.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/6887"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://swingjanice.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/6890"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://swingjanice.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/6891"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://swingjanice.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/6892"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://swingjanice.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/6893"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://swingjanice.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/6894"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Noong bago pa lang ako, si Mang Danny ang nagturo sa akin mag assemble ng antenna. Gagayahin ko siya sa kanyang katapatan." -- Iyok, working for VPR for 18 years.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Lunch time, a partial of the VPR family celebrated a thanksgiving / despedida / retirement of our oldest employee--  Mang Danny. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;After 25 happy years of dedication, loyalty and service, Mang Danny would retire on July 25. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My eldest sister Ate Jo was only 6 when Mang Danny started working for us. And Ate jo now is 32. Hehehe. Nakakatuwa ano. He saw the four of us grow up :) &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It was a very emotional short program. I would like to thank the Lord for letting Mang Danny work for us. He is one of the few people my family trusts. He may not have generated revenues for the stores, but at least he never sold his soul to the "devil". &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" border="0" src="http://images.swingjanice.multiply.com/image/LTfnCmfGruyAzEXJ9nE+Hg/photos/1M/300x300/6886/DSC-0301.JPG?et=3Fs9EKu4bbjMgVVFGUsXWQ&amp;nmid=0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://swingjanice.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/6888"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" border="0" src="http://images.swingjanice.multiply.com/image/tKHL0Cqcv+B6seczNywKbA/photos/1M/300x300/6888/DSC-0320.JPG?et=Be8MdceGz4udvAR9bMINVA&amp;nmid=0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" border="0" src="http://images.swingjanice.multiply.com/image/Qv8hNg-cV+jCmkaXxt7QAw/photos/1M/300x300/6887/DSC-0312.JPG?et=pn5LBwm0%2Cl3v%2BqSPYWzY4A&amp;nmid=0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://swingjanice.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/6884"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" border="0" src="http://images.swingjanice.multiply.com/image/A92M41goxDauORPjX1t57g/photos/1M/300x300/6884/DSC-0288.JPG?et=64ENQy1fACTqZCHqw7OIMQ&amp;nmid=0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://swingjanice.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/6889"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" border="0" src="http://images.swingjanice.multiply.com/image/4W2DX6aDQj7EQkJNiui4IQ/photos/1M/300x300/6889/DSC-0325.JPG?et=thM5V4NXCXvvqCXNuoEn1g&amp;nmid=0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" border="0" src="http://images.swingjanice.multiply.com/image/rS1mbqIYHS6nsY9rJDwtyg/photos/1M/300x300/6891/DSC-0344.JPG?et=5odvt3j1q6zhaRb5VUbXbQ&amp;nmid=0"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" border="0" src="http://images.swingjanice.multiply.com/image/lX50BSJoWRTSjRsFcBS4Ew/photos/1M/300x300/6890/DSC-0333.JPG?et=YLYJdEHJSclHXR058wQ6kg&amp;nmid=0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" border="0" src="http://images.swingjanice.multiply.com/image/vn30WAtSGJh67hpOQnp-Gw/photos/1M/300x300/6892/DSC-0352.JPG?et=VYXDqAS8fvwgACo5dPqpcQ&amp;nmid=0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" border="0" src="http://images.swingjanice.multiply.com/image/iyDq5Ledd6Qwp8BLKL+jiQ/photos/1M/300x300/6893/DSC-0353.JPG?et=sfBs3H7IIwmFPI%2BV76fXhA&amp;nmid=0"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" border="0" src="http://images.swingjanice.multiply.com/image/lWdeTV95arIPH-dX-yUNZQ/photos/1M/300x300/6894/DSC-0368.JPG?et=faPA7IR9XcCCDkMEdGAqyQ&amp;nmid=0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;:D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941320-2934652031052955648?l=swingjanice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/feeds/2934652031052955648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941320&amp;postID=2934652031052955648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/2934652031052955648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/2934652031052955648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-retiree.html' title='Happy Retiree'/><author><name>jajajanice!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v169/hey_janice/Picture79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941320.post-7509526521547721965</id><published>2010-06-10T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T21:00:55.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Crazy Thought!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;A famous quote goes something like, "Live in the present, not in the past nor in the future". &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Um...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We talk about our future most of the time. We dream about it. And yes, we hope it's the future already. We are giddy excited! The future would be our realtime. We count days like how kids do when they wait for Christmas morning! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So are we living in the future? Don't we practice what Bo Sanchez once said, "Live in your 'Now'"? &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I think we are the exception to the rule. hehe. We may be on our future dreamboat now, but every single day, we embrace what the day has to offer for us. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We dare say, "bring it on!" or "let's go!" to the most difficult hours at work! We live and breathe the new day. We ask, "How's your day so far?" and from there, we learn and discover new things about our lives and about each other. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Plus, it's the new day that makes us closer to the dream. :D &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Yes, it's the future that we focus on. It's like saving up for the future or making a business plan for 2011! Hihi! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So check, we live in the present! (but with a super minute, almost-impossible-to-see, tick on future, hehe!)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Good night p e o p l e ! :) &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941320-7509526521547721965?l=swingjanice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/feeds/7509526521547721965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941320&amp;postID=7509526521547721965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/7509526521547721965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/7509526521547721965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/2010/06/another-crazy-thought.html' title='Another Crazy Thought!'/><author><name>jajajanice!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v169/hey_janice/Picture79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941320.post-6628817411890509727</id><published>2010-06-07T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T20:40:25.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Online Buddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It's a good good feeling to get to talk to you after some brawling hours at work. And yes, we have been online for the past Eighteen months now. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Goozbuzz!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941320-6628817411890509727?l=swingjanice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/feeds/6628817411890509727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941320&amp;postID=6628817411890509727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/6628817411890509727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/6628817411890509727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/2010/06/online-buddy.html' title='Online Buddy'/><author><name>jajajanice!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v169/hey_janice/Picture79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941320.post-2120485678178016676</id><published>2010-05-27T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T20:25:56.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AI '10</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I think Lee won not only because of his vocal prowess, but he also won and captivated the hearts of many by his sheer charm and his sincere stares... &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;(meltinggg....)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I hope he'd sell millions and millions of records! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941320-2120485678178016676?l=swingjanice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/feeds/2120485678178016676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941320&amp;postID=2120485678178016676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/2120485678178016676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/2120485678178016676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/2010/05/ai.html' title='AI &amp;#39;10'/><author><name>jajajanice!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v169/hey_janice/Picture79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941320.post-884443884121697943</id><published>2010-05-17T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T20:31:54.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother Stories</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Mother's Day. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;One Mother's Day, we went to hear mass at the Cathedral. In front of us was a young mother. With her was her two sons. I suppose they're 4 and 2. They were playing and they were noisy and distracting. The mother was, well, she was texting while the priest was reading a letter from the Bishop. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;WHen the mother finally noticed that her kids were more than giggling, she hit them both with her bare hands! She didnt hit them once, maybe more than five times! The mother's face was mad, her lips pursed, and her eyes were fierce! This young mother was a lunatic! She hit them hard! She even grabbed the little one by his neck and the boy choked! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Even before the mass ended, they stood up and left the church. I am quite certain there was a part two at their home. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Next Scene: &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Still inside the Cathedral, a mother of three walked inside and sat two pews in front of us. She was a mother of 2 young girls and a baby boy. She was carrying the baby boy, a special baby boy. His legs were thin, his eyes deep. The mother carried him all throughout the Mass with occasional kisses on his forehead. When the priest told everybody to say "Peace be with you", the mother kissed her son and asked her little girls to do the same and they did happily... &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Last Scene: &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This one didnt happen inside the Cathedral. This mother was working as a manager at a local retail shop. She was at the top of her game. She always had many clients and all her customers loved her. The management was proud of her. THis mother was their "ace". But behind the management's back, she was not remitting all the sales. She was stealing. Her husband was fired from work due to stealing. They needed the money to replace what her husband stole. She was a mother of three very young girls. THe management had to let her go but she had to pay what she had stolen. How can her girls survive now? &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;All different angles of a mother. All these a mother can do for so many reasons. Hopefully, love is one of them.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941320-884443884121697943?l=swingjanice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/feeds/884443884121697943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941320&amp;postID=884443884121697943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/884443884121697943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/884443884121697943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/2010/05/mother-stories.html' title='Mother Stories'/><author><name>jajajanice!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v169/hey_janice/Picture79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941320.post-6417101969478199525</id><published>2010-05-16T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T00:20:55.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Napaisip lang</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Malapit na pala ako magtrenta! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Parang dati, 22 lang ako ah! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941320-6417101969478199525?l=swingjanice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/feeds/6417101969478199525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941320&amp;postID=6417101969478199525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/6417101969478199525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/6417101969478199525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/2010/05/napaisip-lang.html' title='Napaisip lang'/><author><name>jajajanice!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v169/hey_janice/Picture79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941320.post-7336340303331045347</id><published>2010-05-10T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T21:48:10.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Positive</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It's never too late... &lt;br&gt;Go chase your dreams!&lt;br&gt;There may be regrets, &lt;br&gt;a little sadness in the past,&lt;br&gt;B U T ! &lt;br&gt;every single day is a chance to &lt;br&gt;prove a point, &lt;br&gt;and every single day is a &lt;br&gt;huge chance &lt;br&gt;to change how your world revolves.&lt;br&gt;It's time to plant a new seed,&lt;br&gt;water it, and watch it grow a new leaf..&lt;br&gt;You smile at the world, &lt;br&gt;everything is going to be &lt;br&gt;alright. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941320-7336340303331045347?l=swingjanice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/feeds/7336340303331045347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941320&amp;postID=7336340303331045347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/7336340303331045347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/7336340303331045347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/2010/05/positive.html' title='Positive'/><author><name>jajajanice!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v169/hey_janice/Picture79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941320.post-1477328926248074510</id><published>2010-03-03T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T23:42:08.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Same Sunrise Finally</title><content type='html'>To Mr. Homebound, welcome back. :) &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941320-1477328926248074510?l=swingjanice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/feeds/1477328926248074510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941320&amp;postID=1477328926248074510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/1477328926248074510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/1477328926248074510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/2010/03/same-sunrise-finally.html' title='Same Sunrise Finally'/><author><name>jajajanice!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v169/hey_janice/Picture79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941320.post-795616916692995625</id><published>2010-02-26T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T21:15:25.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Something</title><content type='html'>***&lt;br&gt;A few days from now, you will be making your &lt;br&gt;way to cut the thousands of miles that separate&lt;br&gt; you from her. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I think she's expecting a huge smile on your &lt;br&gt;face and a little messed up hair :D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;***&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941320-795616916692995625?l=swingjanice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/feeds/795616916692995625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941320&amp;postID=795616916692995625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/795616916692995625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/795616916692995625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/2010/02/little-something.html' title='A Little Something'/><author><name>jajajanice!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v169/hey_janice/Picture79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941320.post-3615797188496781062</id><published>2010-01-09T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T22:49:18.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Me Quote so I won't forget</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;"theres a radio station i set the radio to when i work overtime. in that empty place where i work alone, it drowns the silence, it makes time go faster, and shortens the distance from where i stand and where youre just about to rise." &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;-- RCM &lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941320-3615797188496781062?l=swingjanice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/feeds/3615797188496781062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941320&amp;postID=3615797188496781062' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/3615797188496781062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/3615797188496781062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/2010/01/let-me-quote-so-i-won-forget.html' title='Let Me Quote so I won&amp;#39;t forget'/><author><name>jajajanice!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v169/hey_janice/Picture79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941320.post-3357995784068092392</id><published>2009-12-25T09:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T14:25:02.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>December25</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;DIfficult days seem to be endless. They can eat you whole and you cannot do anything about it. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;However, no matter how endless they may seem, try to think that this world is also an endless wheel of second chances. There is always hope to be better, to be happy, and even to be loved. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Happy Holidays everyone... &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;***&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Btw, my mom and i were able to complete the 9 Misa De Gallo. I am amazed for the 2nd time. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941320-3357995784068092392?l=swingjanice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/feeds/3357995784068092392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941320&amp;postID=3357995784068092392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/3357995784068092392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/3357995784068092392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/2009/12/december25.html' title='December25'/><author><name>jajajanice!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v169/hey_janice/Picture79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941320.post-8336941218950023826</id><published>2009-12-19T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T23:08:27.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHARE KAYO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;That's what I said to the two kids who sang a Christmas carol at our house this evening. Hehe.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;As the older boy held out his palm, I gave him a "fist-full" of twenty five centavos.He ran right after, leaving the smaller boy behind. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So I called out and said, "Share kayo!" &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;****&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; 5 Misa de Gallo. Done. =) &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;****&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I wish you were here. Mas masaya sana. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941320-8336941218950023826?l=swingjanice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/feeds/8336941218950023826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941320&amp;postID=8336941218950023826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/8336941218950023826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/8336941218950023826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/2009/12/share-kayo.html' title='SHARE KAYO!'/><author><name>jajajanice!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v169/hey_janice/Picture79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941320.post-1635802178692567591</id><published>2009-11-29T06:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T11:36:15.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Self Centered Entry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;(DISCLAIMER: Sorry guys, I had to be more self centered today. I wrote this for 'memory-keeping' purposes.)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Christmas is early. I made a scarf out of eight or nine balls of green yarn and then sent it to the one of the coldest countries up north. I would love to knit a pair of gloves too, but knitting one would require A LOT of knitting skills and more than youtube as your teacher. Hihi. But yes, knitting the scarf was a very fun experience. It became more fun when you finally got to wear it around your neck. Yey! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Christmas is early. I got dopi! And it's LOADED! Hihi! It's got Dolores, Cranberries, OSTs from my favorite flicks, Jason Mraz!, Moonpools, Bon Jovi and moree! Yey! And dopi's got my favorite TVJ movie, "Working Boys". Woohoooo!!! =) &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Happy Christmas everyone! (I wish for a very nice weather this December). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941320-1635802178692567591?l=swingjanice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/feeds/1635802178692567591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941320&amp;postID=1635802178692567591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/1635802178692567591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/1635802178692567591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/2009/11/self-centered-entry.html' title='A Self Centered Entry.'/><author><name>jajajanice!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v169/hey_janice/Picture79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941320.post-9120734788163433128</id><published>2009-11-22T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T23:59:49.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Past, Present, Future</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I don't like a relationship that has to be worked out every single day of my life. It exhausts and drains me. It sucks out my true identity. I wouldnt want ME to be dissolved like that. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A relationship nurtures you, it brings out the best in you. IT doesnt need explanations. It understands you for who you are. A relationship believes in you. It won't pull you down, it won't restrict you. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941320-9120734788163433128?l=swingjanice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/feeds/9120734788163433128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941320&amp;postID=9120734788163433128' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/9120734788163433128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/9120734788163433128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/2009/11/past-present-future.html' title='Past, Present, Future'/><author><name>jajajanice!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v169/hey_janice/Picture79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941320.post-2924043905745406736</id><published>2009-11-02T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T19:14:53.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Elusive Blue Sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://swingjanice.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/6154"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" border="0" src="http://images.swingjanice.multiply.com/image/0slZ+CQnvm7ky1ZXLrxJJw/photos/1M/300x300/6154/DSC-0589.JPG?et=Lk8j9lR78qV5pXE8h5CHDg&amp;nmid=0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://swingjanice.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/6153"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" border="0" src="http://images.swingjanice.multiply.com/image/rIGfRYnPV9YsrISxctWVrQ/photos/1M/300x300/6153/DSC-0587.JPG?et=4FusuCtkF81%2C%2Cx%2Bi1AUH%2Cg&amp;nmid=0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://swingjanice.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/6152"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" border="0" src="http://images.swingjanice.multiply.com/image/vN9s79yEjfYgFfTFBJaqwg/photos/1M/300x300/6152/DSC-0588.JPG?et=D4xjISZIq%2BpZik%2BZuhz4uA&amp;nmid=0"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" border="0" src="http://images.swingjanice.multiply.com/image/eRXuv4R-CEXnX+qVdjvWLg/photos/1M/300x300/6151/DSC-0601.JPG?et=A0pLF19r5ff%2ClQNpJBe0Bw&amp;nmid=0"&gt;&lt;a href="http://swingjanice.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/6150"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" border="0" src="http://images.swingjanice.multiply.com/image/vjBL9AbPlAjRK8HCDIC1ig/photos/1M/300x300/6150/DSC-0583.JPG?et=HTCf%2BWKERhCiNdVxMWoEhg&amp;nmid=0"&gt; After a series of typhoons last October, it was very pleasant to see the blue sky on the first day of November, All Saint's Day. =) I missed them blue skies! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Although news said that there would be a couple of typhoons to hit the country before the year ends, I just pray that they would be less of a menace to us all. (I want to complete the Simbang Gabi please!) &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I hope our weather condition would go back to normal. Normal being, that kind of weather when we were kids -- when summers were during the months of March, April May; when we couldnt understand what a landslide was and when flashfloods were no headlines. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I hope for a better weather next year. I hope leaders would prioritize the environment. Climate change is here, and I hope it's not here to stay. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;All photos were taken while we were on our way to the cemetery. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941320-2924043905745406736?l=swingjanice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/feeds/2924043905745406736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941320&amp;postID=2924043905745406736' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/2924043905745406736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/2924043905745406736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/2009/11/elusive-blue-sky.html' title='The Elusive Blue Sky'/><author><name>jajajanice!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v169/hey_janice/Picture79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941320.post-855000069898846351</id><published>2009-09-23T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T19:48:32.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 or 3 Months Ago</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;.... The family of the man who hit Poypot last May met up with Ate Je and Tito Oyet (Poy's dad). They made an offer...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;One Hundred Thousand Pesos. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Tito Oyet said, "Nakakapunta ba kayo sa SM? Nakikita ba ninyo don ang mga binebenta nilang mga LCD TV? Ang presyo non ay Php100,000.00. Gusto ninyo bang sabihin na ang halaga ng buhay ng anak ko ay ganoon lang?" &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And they were speechless. And well, immediately left my sister's office. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;By the way, the driver pleaded "not guilty" last week. Sus. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941320-855000069898846351?l=swingjanice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/feeds/855000069898846351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941320&amp;postID=855000069898846351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/855000069898846351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/855000069898846351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/2009/09/2-or-3-months-ago.html' title='2 or 3 Months Ago'/><author><name>jajajanice!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v169/hey_janice/Picture79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941320.post-4113896564752706712</id><published>2009-08-21T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T21:30:18.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wrote This At 5:25PM Today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;5:25PM --&lt;br&gt;I went to the port to fetch my dad. &lt;br&gt;I drove in, searched the sea for that fastcraft ferry he boarded at 4:30pm. &lt;br&gt;The afternoon sun, probably gazing below the blue ocean, welcomed my searching eyes. It pierced my eyes and went straight to tickle my brain.  &lt;br&gt;It was a blazing shade of orange and yellow, and around it was a splatter of a much lighter yellow. It was beautiful. Very picture perfect I thought. &lt;br&gt;The sun was preparing to call it a day. It was hovering a few feet above the sea and if I were inside a boat, I think I could reach it and burn myself. &lt;br&gt;I parked. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;5:50PM -- &lt;br&gt;What on earth. &lt;br&gt;I've been a sitting duck here for more than 20 minutes. &lt;br&gt;The ferry's delayed. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;5:55PM--&lt;br&gt;I thought I witnessed the port transformed from high definition bright blue to grainy gray with a tinge of orange...&lt;br&gt;The sun was setting, preparing to hide under the mountains across the ocean, while thick gray clouds get ready to embrace it and tuck it in for the night. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;6:10PM--&lt;br&gt;No sight of the ferry. &lt;br&gt;If the sun could only melt humans, I'd probably be halfway liquid by now. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;6:15PM--&lt;br&gt;Wow. &lt;br&gt;I can see the ferry now from where I have parked. &lt;br&gt;I thought of you dear one. I long for the time to pick you up, here at the port. Instead of driving you here. &lt;br&gt;I thought of the setting sun. It's probably having a washroom break now and getting ready to rise to your side of the world in a few minutes. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;6:20PM--&lt;br&gt;Finally. &lt;br&gt;The ferry docked. &lt;br&gt;Good evening everyone and good morning dear one. Here goes your sun. &lt;br&gt;It already set on mine.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;6:30PM--&lt;br&gt;Now my sky, from bright blinding blue, has turned to become pale and gray... &lt;br&gt;I cannot see the sun anymore, it's hidden somewhere beneath the clouds and well, &lt;br&gt;probably peering into your room. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;*** cheesy&lt;br&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941320-4113896564752706712?l=swingjanice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/feeds/4113896564752706712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941320&amp;postID=4113896564752706712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/4113896564752706712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/4113896564752706712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-wrote-this-at-525pm-today.html' title='I Wrote This At 5:25PM Today.'/><author><name>jajajanice!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v169/hey_janice/Picture79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941320.post-8822691128562378855</id><published>2009-08-04T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T20:58:02.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Patalastas</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;He said, &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"If the guy isnt saying anything about it, then something must be holding him back...." &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;She said,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"You can't win someone by giving in to what he/she needs... Giving in can hardly charm them." &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;****&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;August na. Ber months are just around the corner, making me think August is the longest month of the year. I sometimes wonder if this month has 35 days in it! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;****&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I am rereading HP's The Deathly Hallows. 2007 ko pa pala sya huling nabasa. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;***&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I hope work was ok? =)  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941320-8822691128562378855?l=swingjanice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/feeds/8822691128562378855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941320&amp;postID=8822691128562378855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/8822691128562378855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/8822691128562378855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/2009/08/patalastas.html' title='Patalastas'/><author><name>jajajanice!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v169/hey_janice/Picture79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941320.post-53325748501467743</id><published>2009-07-23T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T20:28:05.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Scream, "Bagets" Part 2!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I was talking to my dad yesterday over the phone. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;He was asking me about a certain applicant. He said, "Ilang taon na?" &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I said, "27. Kaedad ko." &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"Ah. Matanda na." &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Aray. &gt;/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941320-53325748501467743?l=swingjanice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/feeds/53325748501467743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941320&amp;postID=53325748501467743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/53325748501467743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/53325748501467743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-scream-part-2.html' title='I Scream, &amp;quot;Bagets&amp;quot; Part 2!'/><author><name>jajajanice!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v169/hey_janice/Picture79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941320.post-2119081590342555991</id><published>2009-07-22T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T20:51:22.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Scream, "Bagets!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;One sign of getting old: &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What does "LMAO" mean?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I have been reading the above initials on facebook. And I have no idea what it is. =) &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Let's try google? ;D&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Buti na lang kilala ko pa si Taylor Swift. Teehee!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941320-2119081590342555991?l=swingjanice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/feeds/2119081590342555991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941320&amp;postID=2119081590342555991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/2119081590342555991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/2119081590342555991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-scream.html' title='I Scream, &amp;quot;Bagets!&amp;quot;'/><author><name>jajajanice!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v169/hey_janice/Picture79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941320.post-7764750107966196770</id><published>2009-07-12T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T00:14:13.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Line from a movie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Someone once said to me, "You like memorable lines, don't you?" &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;One of my guilty pleasures I think.. I just really like it when movies, songs, or books put the most perfect words and exact descriptions to things and feelings we can hardly describe or talk about... And when I hear those words delivered thru a lyric of a song, or thru a line from a movie, I nod in agreement. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Tonight, I saw, "PS I Love You". That movie where Hilary Swank's Irish husband died from brain tumor and after his death, Hilary's been receiving letters from him.. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Anyway, there were lots of beautiful words in that movie. This one below, I think, is my most favorite: &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0005476/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="#003399"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Holly Kennedy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;: [crying] When daddy left, I was fourteen, and I said... never again, no man. And then I meet Gerry. This wonderful man happens to me and then, and then, and then he died! What was the point? I'm so angry I could kill somebody. I'm alone, and it doesn't matter what job I have or what I do or what I don't do or what friends I have, he's not here. I mean you're alone no matter what. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;True. There will be times in our lives when, for no reason at all, we'd dream of having somebody to share our everything with, that when we wake up in the morning, we know he's going to be there... Sometimes, dreams are meant for two people.... &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And that is a nice thought, isn't it? &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But, sometimes, we crave for freedom and independence. We scream for quality time with ourselves. Being alone is being happy too. Being alone shouldnt always be associated with cynicism and sadness. It really depends on how people would prefer it -- to be with someone, or to be with no one but himself.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; There's another quote in the movie that reinforced what I just wrote. Hilary Swank's mother in the movie said this: &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000870/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="#003399"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Patricia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;: So now, all alone or not, you gotta walk ahead. Thing to remember is if we're all alone, then we're all together in that too. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Hmm.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;**get well.... :-)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941320-7764750107966196770?l=swingjanice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/feeds/7764750107966196770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941320&amp;postID=7764750107966196770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/7764750107966196770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/7764750107966196770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/2009/07/line-from-movie.html' title='Line from a movie.'/><author><name>jajajanice!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v169/hey_janice/Picture79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941320.post-7234866793199174776</id><published>2009-07-10T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T20:45:19.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Affected</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The old tree along the highway was cut. The lot where the tree once stood was recently bought... &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I just thought new owners should have at least kept the old tree or at least made a little sanctuary / garden at that specific area? The ground where the tree stood wasnt that big after all, wouldnt eat up a lot of space. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Hmmm. Yes. I am affected. I want the island to be developing but I still would want it to be earth friendly. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And I don't like climate change too. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And I hope there are Tree Planting Projects every week? &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;FIN. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941320-7234866793199174776?l=swingjanice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/feeds/7234866793199174776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941320&amp;postID=7234866793199174776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/7234866793199174776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/7234866793199174776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/2009/07/affected.html' title='Affected'/><author><name>jajajanice!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v169/hey_janice/Picture79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941320.post-7902762939712024223</id><published>2009-07-04T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T22:54:08.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Charades</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;(this blog entry is inspired by my Unbeatable team one Saturday night. go girls!) &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I always believe that in every move we make in this world, there's always a moral lesson. Like the game of charades. I realize this game is meant to be played not just for fun, but for character growth and moral boost. Haha. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I can never ever forget when one of the guys said, "Nadurog namin ang inyong ego!". And well, he's absolutely correct. Nothing is more hurtful to pride than losing a game to a bunch of gloating guys! Like I said, this game, when won, can actually be a true perk up! And losing it, can really be a slap in the face! Youch!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Charades sharpens our senses. All units of the brain working. Right and left sides of the brain in full swing. Perfect work out for our hibernating heads! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This game makes you value time. Imagine in a span of 60 seconds, you'd have to guess the "most out of this world", and "very impossible to guess" movie or song. It's by far, more intense, and more palpitating than beating a deadline at work, or coming to work a few seconds before a very important meeting. Nakakatense diba? &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Charades, charades. You bring out the best and especially the worst in people. You're the game of life and the game of pure mockery! =D &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Oh well, game's over. FOR THE TIME BEING.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ika nga ni Ana, "see you at the thinking room!" &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941320-7902762939712024223?l=swingjanice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/feeds/7902762939712024223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941320&amp;postID=7902762939712024223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/7902762939712024223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/7902762939712024223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/2009/07/charades.html' title='Charades'/><author><name>jajajanice!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v169/hey_janice/Picture79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941320.post-655408556395690334</id><published>2009-06-19T20:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T20:22:51.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941320-655408556395690334?l=swingjanice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/feeds/655408556395690334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941320&amp;postID=655408556395690334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/655408556395690334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/655408556395690334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>jajajanice!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v169/hey_janice/Picture79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941320.post-2068632482541451538</id><published>2009-04-03T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T22:24:20.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ATE JE PASSED THE BAR!</title><content type='html'>Yey!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My sister, Ate Je, is now a lawyer!!! =) Ang galing no? That's her first take. Super galing talaga.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Wala akong masabing iba, kundi, ang galing galing ng ate ko!!!!! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We've been waiting for the result since this morning, tapos our net connection was failing, so imagine the suspense and the thrill!!!! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Pero everything has paid off when we saw her name on Inquirer and when friends and relatives started calling..... =) WOOT WOOT!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So anong ginawa namin dito sa isla? Si Ate JO naglong distance kay sis at nag-iyakan silang dalawa! HAHAHAHA!!! Ako?? tinext blast ko ang lahat ng nasa phonebook ko! =D Good thing mom, dad and jayr are there in manila now to celebrate with her! =D &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Grabe, lawyer na ang ate ko! AFter four years of reading all those heavy law books of San Beda! Whheeeeewwww!!! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Thank you JC!!!! Thank you for believing in my sis! =D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;ATE JE!!!! Patayin na naten ung mga kambing! Hulying!!!!&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941320-2068632482541451538?l=swingjanice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/feeds/2068632482541451538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941320&amp;postID=2068632482541451538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/2068632482541451538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/2068632482541451538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/2009/04/ate-je-passed-bar.html' title='ATE JE PASSED THE BAR!'/><author><name>jajajanice!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v169/hey_janice/Picture79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941320.post-5439531570569837741</id><published>2009-02-28T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T00:56:24.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd like to say something</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;In a time when everything is in crisis, &lt;br&gt;or when everybody blames it on crisis, &lt;br&gt;I'd like to think, that in this world, &lt;br&gt;in this lifetime, there is that part in our hearts, &lt;br&gt;that even though small, there are still &lt;br&gt;simple joys we can draw strength from. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941320-5439531570569837741?l=swingjanice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/feeds/5439531570569837741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941320&amp;postID=5439531570569837741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/5439531570569837741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/5439531570569837741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-like-to-say-something.html' title='I&amp;#39;d like to say something'/><author><name>jajajanice!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v169/hey_janice/Picture79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941320.post-1490446042241936609</id><published>2009-02-23T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T21:07:05.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WB</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I guess this is the best time to say so long... &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;to RAIN! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Happy summer everyone. Now everyone is saying, "ang init!" I say it too, but I am secretly loving the angry sun and that clear blue sky. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Welcome back Summer...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941320-1490446042241936609?l=swingjanice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/feeds/1490446042241936609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941320&amp;postID=1490446042241936609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/1490446042241936609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/1490446042241936609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/2009/02/wb.html' title='WB'/><author><name>jajajanice!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v169/hey_janice/Picture79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941320.post-3333116838956290285</id><published>2009-01-21T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T21:30:53.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quote from BW</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;“It was quite a wedding and as I stood there watching I realized something I’d forgotten a long time ago. Sometimes in life there really are bonds formed that can never be broken. Sometimes you really can find that one person who will stand by you no matter what. Maybe you will find it in a spouse and celebrate it with your dream wedding. But theres also the chance that the one person you can count on for a lifetime, the one person who knows you sometimes better than you know yourself is the same person who’s been standing beside you all along.” &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;- Marion St. Claire (Bride Wars, 2009)&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The movie is just an OK movie. I dont like the idea of best friends becoming rivals. Or maybe I am just not their target market. Nah!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941320-3333116838956290285?l=swingjanice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/feeds/3333116838956290285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941320&amp;postID=3333116838956290285' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/3333116838956290285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/3333116838956290285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/2009/01/quote-from-bw.html' title='A Quote from BW'/><author><name>jajajanice!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v169/hey_janice/Picture79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941320.post-1203349549521545904</id><published>2009-01-11T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T00:22:43.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Lift It Up And Show It Around</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;..........&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Your number one source of hope and your champion supplier of happy thoughts will not always be there to shower you with those. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sometimes, believe it or not, tables will turn. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Your reliable source can also be your greatest source of pain. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And suddenly you will find yourself staring at nothing. For without it, you just don't know how to build your army of happy thoughts again. And well, wonder if you would ever have an army again soon.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;.................&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;FB&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941320-1203349549521545904?l=swingjanice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/feeds/1203349549521545904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941320&amp;postID=1203349549521545904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/1203349549521545904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/1203349549521545904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-lift-it-up-and-show-it-around.html' title='You Lift It Up And Show It Around'/><author><name>jajajanice!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v169/hey_janice/Picture79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941320.post-5555578558291713271</id><published>2009-01-07T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T00:00:05.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Blah</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;It’s been a while. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Lying awake in bed at night is by far the most uncomfortable, &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;The most obnoxious, the most annoying&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Experience for me. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;I don’t know who and which is doing the nudging, &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;There are a lot of times when I mix up instinct with judgment, &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Or when a little anxiety comes to life and consumes me, &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Or when past rushes and meets the present,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Those things. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;atomicelement id="ms__id5403"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&lt;highlighttext id="ms__id5404"&gt;&lt;/highlighttext&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/atomicelement&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Hmmm. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;atomicelement id="ms__id5405"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&lt;highlighttext id="ms__id5406"&gt;&lt;/highlighttext&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/atomicelement&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;I get by, sometimes after a few sessions of palpitations, &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Sometimes after a constant exchange of sms with a friend, &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Sometimes with a pillow under my feet and a blanket &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;All rolled up under my head. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;atomicelement id="ms__id5407"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&lt;highlighttext id="ms__id5408"&gt;&lt;/highlighttext&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/atomicelement&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;I get by most of the time, because I try to. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;I shrug and doodle and look away. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;I get by and wait for the next day to arrive. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;atomicelement id="ms__id5409"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&lt;highlighttext id="ms__id5410"&gt;&lt;/highlighttext&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/atomicelement&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;A friend once said, “wag na lang”.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I thought, “what&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;a sad , sad statement”. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;I used to say that often. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;But I am a natural rebel, and a hard headed emotional,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Who draws strength from the weirdos and the &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Beautiful songs of Christmas. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;I hoard and preserve happy moments. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Those free spirits. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;atomicelement id="ms__id5411"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&lt;highlighttext id="ms__id5412"&gt;&lt;/highlighttext&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/atomicelement&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;I lie awake at night, almost every night. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;I put my pillow under my feet and stare at my &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Dark ceiling, or fix my eyes to the black sky outside. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;I lie awake, wait for sleep to come &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;And then thank JC for another beautiful day. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;atomicelement id="ms__id5413"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&lt;highlighttext id="ms__id5414"&gt;&lt;/highlighttext&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/atomicelement&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;It’s been a while. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;atomicelement id="ms__id5415"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&lt;highlighttext id="ms__id5416"&gt;&lt;/highlighttext&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/atomicelement&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;atomicelement id="ms__id5417"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&lt;highlighttext id="ms__id5418"&gt;&lt;/highlighttext&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/atomicelement&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941320-5555578558291713271?l=swingjanice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/feeds/5555578558291713271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941320&amp;postID=5555578558291713271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/5555578558291713271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/5555578558291713271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/2009/01/another-blah.html' title='Another Blah'/><author><name>jajajanice!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v169/hey_janice/Picture79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941320.post-662894649324544619</id><published>2009-01-02T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T22:22:16.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brida Said, </title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;"I need to believe in this presence. I dont know how to explain it, but it exists... And it will stay with me all night, because I dont know how to find my way out of here alone."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ayos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941320-662894649324544619?l=swingjanice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/feeds/662894649324544619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941320&amp;postID=662894649324544619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/662894649324544619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/662894649324544619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/2009/01/brida-said.html' title='Brida Said, '/><author><name>jajajanice!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v169/hey_janice/Picture79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941320.post-5556612011267823963</id><published>2009-01-01T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T16:30:57.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HNY</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I had a great 2008. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And now I look forward for more great things this 2009. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941320-5556612011267823963?l=swingjanice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/feeds/5556612011267823963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941320&amp;postID=5556612011267823963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/5556612011267823963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/5556612011267823963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/2009/01/hny.html' title='HNY'/><author><name>jajajanice!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v169/hey_janice/Picture79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941320.post-6175640477444724512</id><published>2008-12-17T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T22:50:13.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mars</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This afternoon, before we closed, I saw that the sky was sort of pink orange...  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Unusual, but definitely interesting and beautiful. It was bright pink with shades of dark orange, and then below it were the crazy, curly clouds... &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I gazed at it for a while and thought, "This must be the work of the Sun beginning to set". &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But really, the thought was, "The Sun must be in a swinggy mood today." &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;After all, everybody in Ubas St. is in their very festive mood. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The Sun might have felt it too, right?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;(Too bad, i ddnt have my camera with me at work)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941320-6175640477444724512?l=swingjanice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/feeds/6175640477444724512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941320&amp;postID=6175640477444724512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/6175640477444724512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/6175640477444724512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/2008/12/mars.html' title='Mars'/><author><name>jajajanice!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v169/hey_janice/Picture79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941320.post-1827893199018223711</id><published>2008-12-15T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T22:58:33.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Colorful Tree That Lights Up At Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;Whilst the darkness fills up my once blue sky, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;you light up just like that;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;and throw beautiful colors to the black earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;You uplift the worn-out-for-the-day twirlie somehow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://swingjanice.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SUZt5AoKCE8AADbVQow1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" src="http://images.swingjanice.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SUZt5AoKCE8AADbVQow1/DSC05108.JPG?et=Y4AHCrTaekxOM07iQrA%2CBA&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://swingjanice.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SUZtsQoKCE8AADAf7vI1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" src="http://images.swingjanice.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SUZtsQoKCE8AADAf7vI1/DSC05104.JPG?et=n090WOlYay6RYfFeNLBXAQ&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941320-1827893199018223711?l=swingjanice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/feeds/1827893199018223711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941320&amp;postID=1827893199018223711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/1827893199018223711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/1827893199018223711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/2008/12/colorful-tree-that-lights-up-at-night.html' title='The Colorful Tree That Lights Up At Night'/><author><name>jajajanice!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v169/hey_janice/Picture79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941320.post-8513856144249170457</id><published>2008-11-23T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T20:47:15.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jane doe</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I wish to thank RJ of RJTV. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When I went out of my room this morning, I saw Jane from the other room. Her door was slightly ajar and I saw her looking intently on the TV screen. I could only see Jane's side view but I noticed a smile on her face. I could see her eyes getting chinky again from smiling. So I had to get a little closer. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And voila, Jane was watching Danny Osmond and Tom Jones on RJ TV! So that's why she was smiling. The song may have reminded her of her bagets days or even her colegiala days. I thought, "Wow, in a few years, when i'd have my own kids, I'd be like Jane also, secretly smiling and stealing some alone time." &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It was pleasant to see Jane that way. Well, Jane is a bubbly lady, but most of the time, you'd see Jane busy with work and with her family. So really, having some quality time alone is something I rarely see Jane does. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And this is exactly why I want to thank RJ of RJTV. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I love seeing my mom super relaxed and just having some fine time. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;=)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941320-8513856144249170457?l=swingjanice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/feeds/8513856144249170457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941320&amp;postID=8513856144249170457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/8513856144249170457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/8513856144249170457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/2008/11/jane-doe.html' title='jane doe'/><author><name>jajajanice!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v169/hey_janice/Picture79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941320.post-4145402203848072942</id><published>2008-11-21T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T20:07:14.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hope Always</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Sometimes, I'd like to think it's just there, right across the street. And whenever you need and want it, you'd just walk over there; knock on its door, read a magazine on the patio while drinking lemonade; and well, just gaze at the bright blue sky and drink some more. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sometimes, it's nice to think that way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941320-4145402203848072942?l=swingjanice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/feeds/4145402203848072942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941320&amp;postID=4145402203848072942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/4145402203848072942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/4145402203848072942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-hope-always.html' title='I Hope Always'/><author><name>jajajanice!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v169/hey_janice/Picture79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941320.post-5681129580555094595</id><published>2008-11-08T14:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T14:30:17.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I guess so.</title><content type='html'>The truth is I gave my heart away a long time ago, my whole heart, and I never really got it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from Sweet Home Alabama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941320-5681129580555094595?l=swingjanice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/feeds/5681129580555094595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941320&amp;postID=5681129580555094595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/5681129580555094595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/5681129580555094595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-guess-so.html' title='I guess so.'/><author><name>jajajanice!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v169/hey_janice/Picture79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941320.post-1235098737808003708</id><published>2008-10-31T23:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T23:28:48.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There.</title><content type='html'>Whenever I read your letter, I feel so light &lt;br /&gt;and happy and dreamy again, completely forgetting &lt;br /&gt;that I am, well, not in my "swing out sister" mode... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, after reading it, reality will sink in, &lt;br /&gt;as if it punched me in my stomach, &lt;br /&gt;making me throw up the "happy swing out sister" mode I felt moments ago.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The letter is from the past. &lt;br /&gt;It won't ever come back. &lt;br /&gt;It won't ever come true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941320-1235098737808003708?l=swingjanice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/feeds/1235098737808003708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941320&amp;postID=1235098737808003708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/1235098737808003708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/1235098737808003708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/2008/10/there.html' title='There.'/><author><name>jajajanice!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v169/hey_janice/Picture79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941320.post-5366561666614098474</id><published>2008-10-21T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T23:04:07.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He said,</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;"I guess the ground can shift beneath your feet, sometimes your footing slips, you stumble and sometimes, you grab what is closest to you and hold on to that as tight as you can..." &lt;br&gt;- K.A. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You are holding on to that for too long now. Do you wish to loosen your grasp anytime soon? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941320-5366561666614098474?l=swingjanice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/feeds/5366561666614098474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941320&amp;postID=5366561666614098474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/5366561666614098474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/5366561666614098474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/2008/10/he-said.html' title='He said,'/><author><name>jajajanice!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v169/hey_janice/Picture79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941320.post-2307724646682044513</id><published>2008-10-13T12:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T16:49:08.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HBD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;22... 23.... 24.... 25... 26.....&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt; 27!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Great oddballs. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Time does fly fast. But hoh noh, there is absolulely no room here for regrets, just high dosages of happy pills.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ika nga ni Banana, "You should be dancing, cartwheels all around. You're 27 and still alive!" Hahahah. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I guess that's what will I be doing tonight! DANCE and DRINK and CELEBRATE! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Happy Birthday Janice M. Marasigan!!! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Bente Siete ka na!!! Let's put our hopes up this year!!!!! And I promise to do better! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Let's just go go go, love, love, love, live, live, live!!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941320-2307724646682044513?l=swingjanice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/feeds/2307724646682044513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941320&amp;postID=2307724646682044513' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/2307724646682044513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/2307724646682044513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/2008/10/hbd.html' title='HBD!'/><author><name>jajajanice!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v169/hey_janice/Picture79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941320.post-3378258359210125626</id><published>2008-09-30T23:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T23:35:54.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monologue Part I dont know</title><content type='html'>Bakit ba ganon? Kahit anong gawin mong paraan para makalimutan ang isang bagay, hinding hindi mo pa rin iyon magawa. Ilang beses ka na nangako, ilang beses ka na sumumpa na hindi mo na ito pag-uukulan ng pansin, pero bakit ganyan ka pa rin? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano pa ang hinihintay mo? Huwag mong pilitin ang ayaw, huwag mong pilitin ang mundo na umikot para sa'yo lang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kailan ka ba makakalimot? Kailan ka makakapagbago?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941320-3378258359210125626?l=swingjanice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/feeds/3378258359210125626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941320&amp;postID=3378258359210125626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/3378258359210125626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/3378258359210125626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/2008/09/monologue-part-i-dont-know.html' title='Monologue Part I dont know'/><author><name>jajajanice!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v169/hey_janice/Picture79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941320.post-7849963944836251731</id><published>2008-09-15T23:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T23:54:36.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Motto of the season</title><content type='html'>Been a while... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang sabe nung pari nung linggo: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Magtiyaga sa kasalukuyan, para maging masaya sa kinabukasan..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sige, sige, 'yan mismo ang gagawin ko Father, kahit mahirap, pero dahil malaki ang pananampalataya ko na may magandang future para sa aken, magtyatyaga muna ako ngayon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano ba naman ang kaunting bitterness kung ang kapalit naman ay 'sangkatutak na happy pills?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941320-7849963944836251731?l=swingjanice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/feeds/7849963944836251731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941320&amp;postID=7849963944836251731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/7849963944836251731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/7849963944836251731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/2008/09/motto-of-season.html' title='Motto of the season'/><author><name>jajajanice!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v169/hey_janice/Picture79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941320.post-7498513307228133533</id><published>2008-07-10T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T22:40:16.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parallel Parking</title><content type='html'>&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt;FONT-FAMILY: 'Segoe Print';mso-fareast-font-family: GungsuhChe;"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Segoe Print';mso-fareast-font-family: GungsuhChe;"&gt;I hardly parallel park. It’s intense, it’s crazy, it’s tricky. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Segoe Print';mso-fareast-font-family: GungsuhChe;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Segoe Print';mso-fareast-font-family: GungsuhChe;"&gt;Parallel parking requires approximation, which has to be near exact and near perfect -- making it seem like that space is totally meant for your car; like you own that space and that space belongs to you, and to you alone. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Segoe Print';mso-fareast-font-family: GungsuhChe;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Segoe Print';mso-fareast-font-family: GungsuhChe;"&gt;So this is why I hardly parallel park. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Segoe Print';mso-fareast-font-family: GungsuhChe;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Segoe Print';mso-fareast-font-family: GungsuhChe;"&gt;I barely make a space my own. In addition to this, I find it difficult to recall a time when a certain space is perfect and just right for me. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Segoe Print';mso-fareast-font-family: GungsuhChe;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Segoe Print';mso-fareast-font-family: GungsuhChe;"&gt;I sometimes go round and round the streets, wasting my gas, desperately searching for a little space that’s not challenging – a space that won’t demand much from my poor approximation skills. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Segoe Print';mso-fareast-font-family: GungsuhChe;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Segoe Print';mso-fareast-font-family: GungsuhChe;"&gt;I get lucky sometimes; I occasionally spot a space nice enough. However, as much as I want to make this space my own, some things get in the way -- things that are difficult to deal with and apparently menacing. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Segoe Print';mso-fareast-font-family: GungsuhChe;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Segoe Print';mso-fareast-font-family: GungsuhChe;"&gt;I don’t like that. I need a space that’s just right; that no matter how inexperienced I am in terms of parallel parking, that space still belongs to me and to me alone. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Segoe Print';mso-fareast-font-family: GungsuhChe;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Segoe Print';mso-fareast-font-family: GungsuhChe;"&gt;And this is why I hardly parallel park. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Segoe Print';mso-fareast-font-family: GungsuhChe;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Segoe Print';mso-fareast-font-family: GungsuhChe;"&gt;I cannot find my own perfect parking space. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; 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&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt;FONT-FAMILY: GungsuhChe;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt;FONT-FAMILY: GungsuhChe;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941320-7498513307228133533?l=swingjanice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/feeds/7498513307228133533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941320&amp;postID=7498513307228133533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/7498513307228133533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/7498513307228133533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/2008/07/parallel-parking.html' title='Parallel Parking'/><author><name>jajajanice!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v169/hey_janice/Picture79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941320.post-3248254605861665551</id><published>2008-07-02T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T23:49:01.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jan and janice talking</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;While looking for a place to eat, Janice spotted some medical students in their usual all-white uniform. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;“Jan, ano kaya kung mag-doctor ako?”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;“O eh di siguradong macre-credit lahat ng subjects naten nung college!”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;Jan and Janice took up Communication Arts and Advertising in MC six years ago. The only science subject they had was Biology, and it was only a minor subject. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hmmm, should Janice pursue her dream of becoming a doctor, it would take her additional 8 to 10 years in school.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;So Janice decided to drop the subject. She couldn’t and wouldn’t study that long again. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;It’s just so long for her. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;So what else could Jan and Janice do in their idle time? They don’t know yet.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;They never liked idle time, especially Jan. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Idle time is for young adults. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941320-3248254605861665551?l=swingjanice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/feeds/3248254605861665551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941320&amp;postID=3248254605861665551' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/3248254605861665551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/3248254605861665551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/2008/07/jan-and-janice-talking.html' title='jan and janice talking'/><author><name>jajajanice!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v169/hey_janice/Picture79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941320.post-5295591559348686988</id><published>2008-06-23T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T00:11:38.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>360 Degrees</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;COLOR: black;FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;When you think all the things you want from this world are already within reach, think again.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;COLOR: black;FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;There would be times when your supposed big leap would turn out to be a giant back step; Or when you thought you were right there, stepping on top of your big dream cloud, you'd suddenly feel a slow churn climbing up from the soles of your feet to the core of your heart; after a while, you would feel nauseated and would decide to come down from your dreamboat. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Or a very basic example like, one night, you prepared the clothes you would wear for work the next day, but morning came and then you decided to pick out a completely different wardrobe. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;COLOR: black;FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;When your mind is set to doing something; when you are so focused on what you need to achieve and who you want to become; or when you believe that all certain things are right and perfect for you, why does, without any disclaimer at all, a feeling of doubt cross your little perfect world and disrupt you, one way or another? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;COLOR: black;FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;Why the sudden revolution? Why the abrupt endings or the unexpected actions and super impulsive decisions? Why do they happen? Did we just wake up and find out that this was not healthy anymore? How can we ever cope up? And how can we know that this whole reinvention is best for us? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;COLOR: black;FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;As for me, the feeling will either leave you with a big hole in your chest, making you so empty and sullen for disappointing yourself or the other people; or give you a taste of peace for freeing yourself from the trap you hardly knew you were in. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;COLOR: black;FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;I learned that changes are bound to happen. It just depends on us; on how we are going to entertain or not entertain them. They bump into you because you may need more in your life, you may need growth. You may need to breathe a newer, fresher air. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;COLOR: black;FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;We come down from our dreamboats from time to time. It’s not bad. It’s normal. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;COLOR: black;FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;We change our minds. We change our lives. We change ourselves. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;COLOR: black;FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;Guess no one stays the same after all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;COLOR: black;FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;END!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;COLOR: black;FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;COLOR: black;FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;br style="mso-special-character: line-break;"&gt;&lt;br style="mso-special-character: line-break;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941320-5295591559348686988?l=swingjanice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/feeds/5295591559348686988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941320&amp;postID=5295591559348686988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/5295591559348686988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/5295591559348686988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/2008/06/360-degrees.html' title='360 Degrees'/><author><name>jajajanice!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v169/hey_janice/Picture79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941320.post-2711312861669906762</id><published>2008-05-30T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T22:43:18.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pinoy Titans</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This evening, I got my first dose of happy cells. Finally. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And it darn felt so good! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Until now, I am still high on happy hormones. As happiness is a bit scarce lately, what happened tonight was relieving and definitely included in my a-list of happy thoughts. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So what happened? &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Team VPR won the first basketball game tonight. And I am so proud of my boys! Good thing I brought my red tambourine and my very promising red and yellow pom-poms. I think i yelled my lungs out during the game together with the girls. But who cares? This is my first hooray after the sad event and I had so much fun. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;First hoorays don't happen to most people, maybe they do, but it can hardly be considered as a first hooray. I am glad it did to me and it was real. It felt beautiful. I so wish for another hooray. Maybe... if I can feed myself with so many hoorays, the other stuff may just dissolve and leave me feeling light again. This lightness that I always associated myself too before. Because now, I am so aging with gloominess. I think I sometimes drag myself to something. There is no more the willingness and the energy to do it. I don' t like that. That is why when I watched the game tonight, I had a feeling of lightness once again. It may be because my team won, but more importantly, I experienced a change. No more thinkathon series after work. No TV to entertain you on a boring friday night. But a few hours of cheering for my team... and cheering for myself I guess - for surviving, for staying sane and strong. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; It was heavenly. Great balls. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941320-2711312861669906762?l=swingjanice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/feeds/2711312861669906762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941320&amp;postID=2711312861669906762' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/2711312861669906762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/2711312861669906762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/2008/05/pinoy-titans.html' title='Pinoy Titans'/><author><name>jajajanice!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v169/hey_janice/Picture79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941320.post-4733252263046233230</id><published>2008-05-15T21:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T21:54:45.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumarada na ang Kuchero.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ew4ohFbKhhU/SCxAb-yuQcI/AAAAAAAAAIM/666KHkEwgpQ/s1600-h/DSC01728.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ew4ohFbKhhU/SCxAb-yuQcI/AAAAAAAAAIM/666KHkEwgpQ/s320/DSC01728.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200602519162470850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;when I don't think it's fair, &lt;br /&gt;when I hardly feel anything.&lt;br /&gt;when I became so strange&lt;br /&gt;when I became so stupid. &lt;br /&gt;when I just cannot think.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941320-4733252263046233230?l=swingjanice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/feeds/4733252263046233230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941320&amp;postID=4733252263046233230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/4733252263046233230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/4733252263046233230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/2008/05/pumarada-na-ang-kuchero.html' title='Pumarada na ang Kuchero.'/><author><name>jajajanice!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v169/hey_janice/Picture79.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ew4ohFbKhhU/SCxAb-yuQcI/AAAAAAAAAIM/666KHkEwgpQ/s72-c/DSC01728.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941320.post-3015393709262344280</id><published>2008-05-12T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T21:39:17.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cocoy is Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;I wonder how Baby Cocoy can transform our super busy and chaotic household into a warm and peaceful home....&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I very much look forward to it. :D&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941320-3015393709262344280?l=swingjanice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/feeds/3015393709262344280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941320&amp;postID=3015393709262344280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/3015393709262344280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/3015393709262344280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/2008/05/cocoy-is-here.html' title='Cocoy is Here'/><author><name>jajajanice!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v169/hey_janice/Picture79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941320.post-6385957386677286745</id><published>2008-05-07T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T21:13:15.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Jason Castro!</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;I would be very heartbroken if Jason would leave American Idol tomorrow night. But I am getting ready. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Why was he so stupid to forget the lyrics of the song? And why did he choose that song in the first place? It had no recall, no appeal at all. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;But still, I would love him to be in the Final Three..&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Magmimiracle kaya?&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941320-6385957386677286745?l=swingjanice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/feeds/6385957386677286745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941320&amp;postID=6385957386677286745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/6385957386677286745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/6385957386677286745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/2008/05/not-jason-castro_07.html' title='Not Jason Castro!'/><author><name>jajajanice!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v169/hey_janice/Picture79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941320.post-2678386420398949174</id><published>2008-05-07T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T21:06:28.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Jason Castro!</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;I would be so heartbroken if Jason Castro would leave American Idol tomorrow night.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Why was he so stupid to forget the lyrics of the song? And why did he choose that song in the first place? It had no recall, no appeal at all. Ischupid men. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941320-2678386420398949174?l=swingjanice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/feeds/2678386420398949174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941320&amp;postID=2678386420398949174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/2678386420398949174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/2678386420398949174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/2008/05/not-jason-castro.html' title='Not Jason Castro!'/><author><name>jajajanice!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v169/hey_janice/Picture79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941320.post-9220298504847379259</id><published>2008-04-27T18:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T18:59:53.918+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me time'/><title type='text'>April Sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ew4ohFbKhhU/SBRcBxwhA9I/AAAAAAAAAIE/N2J5Xv4I6Ik/s1600-h/DSC00986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ew4ohFbKhhU/SBRcBxwhA9I/AAAAAAAAAIE/N2J5Xv4I6Ik/s320/DSC00986.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193877455871476690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;April is almost over,&lt;br /&gt;My bright blue sky,&lt;br /&gt;My sunshine, &lt;br /&gt;My happy rays of the sun! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain is starting to pour every night.I never like the rainy season. &lt;br /&gt;It's gloomy. Just sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed of summer as my happy thought.&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed of April as my sole reinforcement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ew4ohFbKhhU/SBRaDRwhA8I/AAAAAAAAAH8/mjn7DpzQNTg/s1600-h/DSC01013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ew4ohFbKhhU/SBRaDRwhA8I/AAAAAAAAAH8/mjn7DpzQNTg/s320/DSC01013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193875282618024898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the cold wind of May,&lt;br /&gt;and the strangeness of June,&lt;br /&gt;They approach me fast and &lt;br /&gt;cunning. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I want the Sun to embrace me with warmth,&lt;br /&gt;to kiss my nose and say, &lt;br /&gt;"I won't hide beneath the clouds".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want the Sun to burn it - &lt;br /&gt;until it turns into ash...&lt;br /&gt;So I can blow it away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So even if May and June come, &lt;br /&gt;I will be alright.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941320-9220298504847379259?l=swingjanice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/feeds/9220298504847379259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941320&amp;postID=9220298504847379259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/9220298504847379259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/9220298504847379259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/2008/04/april-sun.html' title='April Sun'/><author><name>jajajanice!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v169/hey_janice/Picture79.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ew4ohFbKhhU/SBRcBxwhA9I/AAAAAAAAAIE/N2J5Xv4I6Ik/s72-c/DSC00986.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941320.post-8005101360459315538</id><published>2008-04-24T20:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T20:39:17.939+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me time'/><title type='text'>Masaya Ba?</title><content type='html'>Paano mo malalaman kung tama ang naging desisyon mo?&lt;br /&gt;Kailangan bang maging magaan ang pakiramdam pagkatapos mo ito&lt;br /&gt;mapagdesisyunan?&lt;br /&gt;Paano kung sa una magaan ito sa pakiramdam?&lt;br /&gt;Pero sa kalaunan naman ay magiging pabigat na rin ito? &lt;br /&gt;Ibig sabihin ba noon ay hindi tama ang iyong desisyon?&lt;br /&gt;Paano mo malalaman kung tama ang naging desisyon mo?&lt;br /&gt;O malalaman mo pa ba kung ito ay tama o mali? &lt;br /&gt;Paano nga ba? &lt;br /&gt;Paano ka pipili? &lt;br /&gt;Ano ang gagawin mo?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941320-8005101360459315538?l=swingjanice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/feeds/8005101360459315538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941320&amp;postID=8005101360459315538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/8005101360459315538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/8005101360459315538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/2008/04/masaya-ba.html' title='Masaya Ba?'/><author><name>jajajanice!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v169/hey_janice/Picture79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941320.post-764183994561308711</id><published>2008-04-23T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T19:55:27.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate To Say, "I Told U So.."</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;What's wrong with Brooke White? &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Did she just stop the orchestra and ask to start all over again? Is American Idol just a mere songfest? &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;What's wrong with Brooke White? I so hate, "I told you so." (Please refer to my previous entry). And what's with the &lt;EM&gt;pa-cute&lt;/EM&gt; eyes while singing? I don't think you can fool the audience no more. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;On the other side of the AI news, I think David Cook really is the one to beat (sadly). He's way better that Archuleta. I am not a big fan of Cook. I don't like his humongous skull although his voice is really powerful and he's very very original. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I hope Jason Castro stays for another week. &lt;EM&gt;(maisingit lang.)&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941320-764183994561308711?l=swingjanice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/feeds/764183994561308711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941320&amp;postID=764183994561308711' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/764183994561308711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/764183994561308711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-hate-to-say-told-u-so.html' title='I Hate To Say, &amp;quot;I Told U So..&amp;quot;'/><author><name>jajajanice!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v169/hey_janice/Picture79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941320.post-8681590798150083046</id><published>2008-04-17T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T21:06:49.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Should Have Been Brooke.</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;I don't know. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;But I just think Brooke White should have been the one to leave AI season 7 instead of Kristy Lee Cook (yep, KCL left AI tonight). Brooke is boring for me. I don't recall watching her sing from start to finish. Pour moi, she's got to go too. At least with Kristy, you see how she exerts effort when she sings; how determined she is to stay longer. I think she's even getting better. But well.. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I just hope it will be Brooke next week. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941320-8681590798150083046?l=swingjanice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/feeds/8681590798150083046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941320&amp;postID=8681590798150083046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/8681590798150083046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/8681590798150083046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/2008/04/should-have-been-brooke.html' title='Should Have Been Brooke.'/><author><name>jajajanice!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v169/hey_janice/Picture79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941320.post-330514634650850195</id><published>2008-04-16T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T23:07:57.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AI's Best Episode.</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;The episode tonight (Mariah Carey Night) of American Idol was I think the best episode they ever had. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Everybody was great. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Or maybe it was because Mariah had so many beautiful songs, all loaded with soaring emotions.. -- that's why they were able to come up with winning performances. But nevertheless, the remaining 7 finalists were all amazing. Even Kristy Lee Cook sounded phenomenal. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;However, it was David Cook who stole the show. As much as I don't like David Cook, he's truly a great performer, original and he can sing very well. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I wonder who's gonna go home tomorrow night. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I just hope it would not be Jason Castro. I can't help but smile when I watch him. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941320-330514634650850195?l=swingjanice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/feeds/330514634650850195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941320&amp;postID=330514634650850195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/330514634650850195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/330514634650850195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/2008/04/ai-best-episode.html' title='AI&amp;#39;s Best Episode.'/><author><name>jajajanice!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v169/hey_janice/Picture79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941320.post-6902092103222612361</id><published>2008-04-15T21:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T21:42:32.695+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me time'/><title type='text'>Tambak Na Naman ang Labada</title><content type='html'>Kaninang hapon, sa oras ng aking lunch break, &lt;br /&gt;Nagmaganda ako. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ginamit ko ang lumang spray net ng nanay ko. &lt;br /&gt;Inispray ko 'to sa aking bagong gupit na buhok, &lt;br /&gt;at saka ko nilagyan ng swarovski headband ang&lt;br /&gt;ulo ko. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang ganda. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagkaroon ng volume ang buhok ko, &lt;br /&gt;Tumambok sya sa taas at para akong bumalik &lt;br /&gt;sa 60's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi doon natapos ang pagmamaganda ko. &lt;br /&gt;Ginamit ko pa ang aking curl lash at&lt;br /&gt;mascara. Ang saya ko. Kulang na lang mapulang&lt;br /&gt;lipstick!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tambak kasi ang labada&lt;br /&gt;sa trabaho&lt;br /&gt;at sa bahay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakapanglambot na ng laman&lt;br /&gt;minsan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya, for a change, &lt;br /&gt;kahit kailangan ko na bumalik &lt;br /&gt;sa salt mines, &lt;br /&gt;ayun, nagmaganda muna ako, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at nakipag-QT sa sarili.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941320-6902092103222612361?l=swingjanice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/feeds/6902092103222612361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941320&amp;postID=6902092103222612361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='Michael Johns'/><title type='text'>MJ!</title><content type='html'>Ang mga gwapo ay hindi dapat tinatanggal sa American Idol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit nyo tinanggal si Michael Johns???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941320-5856018819403260955?l=swingjanice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/feeds/5856018819403260955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941320&amp;postID=5856018819403260955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/5856018819403260955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/5856018819403260955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/2008/04/mj.html' title='MJ!'/><author><name>jajajanice!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v169/hey_janice/Picture79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941320.post-7647253208647598721</id><published>2008-04-08T22:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T22:18:01.340+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me time'/><title type='text'>New Home</title><content type='html'>This summer is, I guess, the greatest time for new beginnings. &lt;br /&gt;(whatever that means.)&lt;br /&gt;I have a new home in Multiply. &lt;br /&gt;Add me. &lt;br /&gt;My ID is swingjanice.multiply.com. &lt;br /&gt;See you there. &lt;br /&gt;I have so many stories to tell, they're a&lt;br /&gt;bit sad, but (sigh) oh well. &lt;br /&gt;I will let you know soon. &lt;br /&gt;Take care now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941320-7647253208647598721?l=swingjanice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/feeds/7647253208647598721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941320&amp;postID=7647253208647598721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/7647253208647598721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/7647253208647598721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-home.html' title='New Home'/><author><name>jajajanice!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v169/hey_janice/Picture79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941320.post-4853173036453745430</id><published>2008-04-06T20:25:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T19:06:40.608+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fictional books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time Traveler&apos;s Wife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Moon'/><title type='text'>Another Reason to Scream Yahoo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This summer, I promise to read more books. I am done with New Moon by Stephenie Meyer. It wasn't that great as I thought it would be, maybe because I am very much against with Belle wanting to be a vampire. But I havent read Twilight yet, the first of the three books, so maybe I am missing out on some important details... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I gotta admit, New Moon's got some winner &lt;a href="http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-moon.html#comments"&gt;quotable quotes&lt;/a&gt;. You really can feel the lines while you're reading them... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be starting on my next book, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Time-Travelers-Wife-Audrey-Niffenegger/dp/015602943X"&gt;The Time Traveler's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger&lt;/a&gt;. I have high expectations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie pala 'to. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;### &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a happy summer guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941320-4853173036453745430?l=swingjanice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/feeds/4853173036453745430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941320&amp;postID=4853173036453745430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/4853173036453745430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/4853173036453745430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/2008/04/another-reason-to-scream-yahoo.html' title='Another Reason to Scream Yahoo!'/><author><name>jajajanice!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v169/hey_janice/Picture79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941320.post-6465597063161741388</id><published>2008-04-06T17:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T17:47:56.710+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='san beda college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>I Told You So</title><content type='html'>Happy thoughts and happy moments are slowly filling up some boring spaces in my life. :-) Great balls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ew4ohFbKhhU/R_iapKT8eRI/AAAAAAAAAHk/pxsjkh04fzs/s1600-h/DSC01082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ew4ohFbKhhU/R_iapKT8eRI/AAAAAAAAAHk/pxsjkh04fzs/s320/DSC01082.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186065002850449682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ew4ohFbKhhU/R_ibkaT8eSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/oDQJuClmttA/s1600-h/DSC01138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ew4ohFbKhhU/R_ibkaT8eSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/oDQJuClmttA/s320/DSC01138.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186066020757698850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Swingjanice with Swing Sister! After four grueling years in San Beda College of Law, Ate Je made it!!! Conchachulashens! &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/swingjanice"&gt;more pictures at my flickr.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941320-6465597063161741388?l=swingjanice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/feeds/6465597063161741388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941320&amp;postID=6465597063161741388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/6465597063161741388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/6465597063161741388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-told-you-so.html' title='I Told You So'/><author><name>jajajanice!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v169/hey_janice/Picture79.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ew4ohFbKhhU/R_iapKT8eRI/AAAAAAAAAHk/pxsjkh04fzs/s72-c/DSC01082.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941320.post-4047865960676478487</id><published>2008-03-31T19:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T19:20:59.774+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personals'/><title type='text'>Pretty Please</title><content type='html'>I am looking forward to happy thoughts and happy moments this summer... &lt;br /&gt;I am keeping my fingers crossed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941320-4047865960676478487?l=swingjanice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/feeds/4047865960676478487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941320&amp;postID=4047865960676478487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/4047865960676478487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/4047865960676478487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/2008/03/pretty-please.html' title='Pretty Please'/><author><name>jajajanice!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v169/hey_janice/Picture79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941320.post-3307968379763744195</id><published>2008-03-26T20:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T21:09:59.931+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American Idol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramielle Malubay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entertainment'/><title type='text'>Ramielle</title><content type='html'>Ramielle just doesn't make the cut... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's got no a-teeet-tud, no facial expression, no grooves, no style, no gestures, no confidence&lt;br /&gt;... She just stands there, sings and stares blankly at the camera from time to time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope she'd improve... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(But what I really hope is for Jason Castro to win!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941320-3307968379763744195?l=swingjanice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/feeds/3307968379763744195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941320&amp;postID=3307968379763744195' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/3307968379763744195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/3307968379763744195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/2008/03/ramielle.html' title='Ramielle'/><author><name>jajajanice!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v169/hey_janice/Picture79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941320.post-5922939362792907635</id><published>2008-03-22T22:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T22:38:49.263+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boxing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personals'/><title type='text'>Thinkathon 2008</title><content type='html'>I am once again thinking about boxing. Think lang ha? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941320-5922939362792907635?l=swingjanice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/feeds/5922939362792907635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941320&amp;postID=5922939362792907635' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/5922939362792907635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/5922939362792907635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/2008/03/thinkathon-2008.html' title='Thinkathon 2008'/><author><name>jajajanice!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v169/hey_janice/Picture79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941320.post-3945944865898235298</id><published>2008-03-20T16:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T17:03:59.118+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fictional books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twilight series'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stephenie Meyer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Moon'/><title type='text'>New Moon</title><content type='html'>I am currently consuming &lt;a href="http://www.twilightnovel.com/"&gt;New Moon by Stephenie Meyer&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following lines are just simply hard to forget and digest. Read on... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bella broken hearted as Edward left her...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"I waited for the numbness to return, or the pain. Because the pain must be coming. I'd broken my personal rules. Instead of shying away from the memories, I'd walked forward and greeted them. I'd heard his voice so clearly in my head. That was going to cost me, I was sure of it."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"As much as I struggled not to think of him, I did not struggle to forget. I worried - late in the night, when the exhaustion of sleep deprivation broke down my defenses - that it was all slipping away. That my mind was a sieve, and I would someday not be able to remember the precise color of his eyes, the feel of his cool skin, or the texture of his voice. I could not think of them, but i must remember them..."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those perfect words. Great balls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941320-3945944865898235298?l=swingjanice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/feeds/3945944865898235298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941320&amp;postID=3945944865898235298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/3945944865898235298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/3945944865898235298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-moon.html' title='New Moon'/><author><name>jajajanice!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v169/hey_janice/Picture79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941320.post-368258365340001816</id><published>2008-03-19T21:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T21:51:29.364+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American Idol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jason Castro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entertainment'/><title type='text'>Meeeshell, my belle</title><content type='html'>*** Kristy Lee Cook should leave American Idol NOW. She is like a long overdue book, or an unsettled phone bill with interest! Come on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** My Jason Castro, I think, should sing more upbeat songs. He's always in the safe mode. I wanna see him dance a bit or sing a bit faster... Hayy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for the results tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941320-368258365340001816?l=swingjanice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/feeds/368258365340001816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941320&amp;postID=368258365340001816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/368258365340001816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/368258365340001816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/2008/03/meeeshell-my-belle.html' title='Meeeshell, my belle'/><author><name>jajajanice!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v169/hey_janice/Picture79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941320.post-4789572668383108021</id><published>2008-03-18T23:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T23:14:56.340+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personals'/><title type='text'>Just a little cherva over the weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ew4ohFbKhhU/R9_cA7vE42I/AAAAAAAAAHc/B9ircisLN0U/s1600-h/DSC00852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ew4ohFbKhhU/R9_cA7vE42I/AAAAAAAAAHc/B9ircisLN0U/s320/DSC00852.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179100005092615010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ew4ohFbKhhU/R9_bU7vE41I/AAAAAAAAAHU/f0AT-nZwUrg/s1600-h/DSC00865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ew4ohFbKhhU/R9_bU7vE41I/AAAAAAAAAHU/f0AT-nZwUrg/s320/DSC00865.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179099249178370898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look stupid. :D&lt;br /&gt;I tried biking last Sunday with PS. It was exhausting, much more exhausting and dangerous than football. But I'd definitely try again next week. ;)&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely do not like the idea of cellulites on my chicken legs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941320-4789572668383108021?l=swingjanice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/feeds/4789572668383108021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941320&amp;postID=4789572668383108021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/4789572668383108021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/4789572668383108021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/2008/03/just-little-cherva-over-weekend.html' title='Just a little cherva over the weekend'/><author><name>jajajanice!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v169/hey_janice/Picture79.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ew4ohFbKhhU/R9_cA7vE42I/AAAAAAAAAHc/B9ircisLN0U/s72-c/DSC00852.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941320.post-662253641236661314</id><published>2008-03-10T21:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T22:02:49.302+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bb. Pilipinas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Janina San Miguel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entertainment'/><title type='text'>I wonder how and why</title><content type='html'>On Janina San Miguel winning the Bb. Pilipinas World...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Personally, I think it's okay if she can't speak English fluently... Most of the beauty candidates in international beauty pageants cannot speak English as well. As most of us know, they have interpreters during the question and answer portion. When you are fluent in English, it does not necessarily mean you are smart or above the rest already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However... when you cannot speak English fluently and cannot also even answer the question in Filipino, I think that's a big, major problem. Bb. Pilipinas Host, Paolo Bediones, had already told her that's it's ok to answer in Filipino, but hoh boy, she went on and made a complete mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how did she bag the Bb. Pilipinas World title? I really do not know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941320-662253641236661314?l=swingjanice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/feeds/662253641236661314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941320&amp;postID=662253641236661314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/662253641236661314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/662253641236661314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-wonder-how-and-why.html' title='I wonder how and why'/><author><name>jajajanice!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v169/hey_janice/Picture79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941320.post-5870158373794689897</id><published>2008-03-08T21:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T22:10:17.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ew4ohFbKhhU/R9KXgrvE40I/AAAAAAAAAHM/cC04PeMWCpw/s1600-h/DSC00776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ew4ohFbKhhU/R9KXgrvE40I/AAAAAAAAAHM/cC04PeMWCpw/s320/DSC00776.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175365509553906498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I smile, &lt;br /&gt;I look at you, &lt;br /&gt;and then I flash my big smile again.&lt;br /&gt;I think about you, &lt;br /&gt;I smile. &lt;br /&gt;I am dreamy, &lt;br /&gt;I am in love. &lt;br /&gt;I just love to look at you. &lt;br /&gt;So I can smile again &lt;br /&gt;and think about you&lt;br /&gt;and be dreamy again, &lt;br /&gt;and be in love again. &lt;br /&gt;:-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941320-5870158373794689897?l=swingjanice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/feeds/5870158373794689897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941320&amp;postID=5870158373794689897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/5870158373794689897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/5870158373794689897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-smile.html' title='I Smile'/><author><name>jajajanice!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v169/hey_janice/Picture79.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ew4ohFbKhhU/R9KXgrvE40I/AAAAAAAAAHM/cC04PeMWCpw/s72-c/DSC00776.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941320.post-8920810434927495047</id><published>2008-03-08T21:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T21:37:02.127+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American Idol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jason Castro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personals'/><title type='text'>Still Jason Castro</title><content type='html'>Yahoo, Jason Castro is in! I really hope he won't get eliminated soon. I love how he effortlessly sings and how he looks at the camera. It's like... he's looking at me... Chosz. I just love the guy. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941320-8920810434927495047?l=swingjanice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/feeds/8920810434927495047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941320&amp;postID=8920810434927495047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/8920810434927495047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/8920810434927495047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/2008/03/still-jason-castro.html' title='Still Jason Castro'/><author><name>jajajanice!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v169/hey_janice/Picture79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941320.post-1051174407192220995</id><published>2008-03-06T19:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T19:12:13.265+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personals'/><title type='text'>I miss Summer</title><content type='html'>Where's summer? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is still rainy and windy and cold. I want some sun please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941320-1051174407192220995?l=swingjanice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/feeds/1051174407192220995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941320&amp;postID=1051174407192220995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/1051174407192220995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/1051174407192220995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-miss-summer.html' title='I miss Summer'/><author><name>jajajanice!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v169/hey_janice/Picture79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941320.post-7384137433456302998</id><published>2008-03-02T20:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T20:34:25.842+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Purefoods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sta Lucia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personals'/><title type='text'>Purefoods vs Sta Lucia</title><content type='html'>I am no fan of PBA. I am not even familiar with the Pinoy basketball players now. However, back in the days, I used to love Vergel Meneses and Allan Caidic. I grew out of it I think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But while Ebu's watching the final battle between P and SL, I found myself stealing some glimpses on our TV set - just checking who's leading... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I don't like defeats, especially when I so adore the contestants or the players or even in movies where the lead stars die. I feel like I have been cheated and I must admit, there are times that I feel I am in a denial period. haha. Grabe nga naman ako maapektuhan. Kaya nga ba nung natalo si Marc and Rov sa Amazing race, pucha, kulang na lang magbigti ata ako... At lalo na nung nagpakamatay si Will Smith sa I am Legend, lechugas, nakakairita talaga. I was still sitting and waiting if the director decided to make his death a dream. But of course, I was wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is why I don't watch basketball games anymore. I easily get dissapointed when someone losses and it's too sad to just shrug it off. I don't want my "bidas" to lose. I want them victorious. Because if they are victorious, I feel victorious too and I will think about it until I cannot anymore remember the smallest details! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Re: Purefoods and Sta Lucia game, well, I go for James Yap's team. Just because he is the only one I know...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941320-7384137433456302998?l=swingjanice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/feeds/7384137433456302998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941320&amp;postID=7384137433456302998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/7384137433456302998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/7384137433456302998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/2008/03/purefoods-vs-sta-lucia.html' title='Purefoods vs Sta Lucia'/><author><name>jajajanice!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v169/hey_janice/Picture79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941320.post-3562327712605098795</id><published>2008-03-02T11:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T11:57:53.776+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Palawan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personals'/><title type='text'>I gotta admit that...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ew4ohFbKhhU/R8oknIanCZI/AAAAAAAAAHE/7mSMGapLcNk/s1600-h/DSC00448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ew4ohFbKhhU/R8oknIanCZI/AAAAAAAAAHE/7mSMGapLcNk/s320/DSC00448.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172987376681027986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I left my heart in Palawan. &lt;br /&gt;One week has already passed and I am still on vacation mode. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/swingjanice"&gt;Click me for more chever photo ops!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941320-3562327712605098795?l=swingjanice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/feeds/3562327712605098795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941320&amp;postID=3562327712605098795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/3562327712605098795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/3562327712605098795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-gotta-admit-that.html' title='I gotta admit that...'/><author><name>jajajanice!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v169/hey_janice/Picture79.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ew4ohFbKhhU/R8oknIanCZI/AAAAAAAAAHE/7mSMGapLcNk/s72-c/DSC00448.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941320.post-8966897113706103847</id><published>2008-02-27T20:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T20:12:03.315+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American Idol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jason Castro'/><title type='text'>Jason Castro</title><content type='html'>Although he isn't really the best in American Idol, I want Jason Castro to win or at least make it to the final five or three perhaps or final twelve even. &lt;br /&gt;I like his voice, it's smooth, clean, just fantastic... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Jason Castro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who can't remember how he looks like, he's the one with dreadlocks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941320-8966897113706103847?l=swingjanice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/feeds/8966897113706103847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941320&amp;postID=8966897113706103847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/8966897113706103847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/8966897113706103847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/2008/02/jason-castro.html' title='Jason Castro'/><author><name>jajajanice!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v169/hey_janice/Picture79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941320.post-1470291432719269946</id><published>2008-02-19T23:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T23:00:34.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>myyyy heroooo....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/swingjanice/2277368568/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2212/2277368568_0a34c0de4d_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/swingjanice/2277368568/"&gt;ye boy...&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/swingjanice/"&gt;swingjanice&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In time for the summer season, I am currently producing a new television commercial for our shop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture posted is the main star. Meet "Myyyyy Herooohhh"... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our first day of shooting this morning. Everything went well except for some minor mishaps... But I hope everything will turn out ok. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once it's done, I will be uploading the video here. Hehe.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941320-1470291432719269946?l=swingjanice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/feeds/1470291432719269946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941320&amp;postID=1470291432719269946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/1470291432719269946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/1470291432719269946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/2008/02/myyyy-heroooo.html' title='myyyy heroooo....'/><author><name>jajajanice!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v169/hey_janice/Picture79.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2212/2277368568_0a34c0de4d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941320.post-3783697909942296074</id><published>2008-02-15T21:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T21:29:28.568+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marc and Rovilson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AXN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Amazing Race'/><title type='text'>I won't watch replays anymore</title><content type='html'>I don't wanna give details but oh boy, Marc and Rov finished third in the recently concluded, Amazing Race Asia 2... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was heartbroken...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941320-3783697909942296074?l=swingjanice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/feeds/3783697909942296074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941320&amp;postID=3783697909942296074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/3783697909942296074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/3783697909942296074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-wont-watch-replays-anymore.html' title='I won&apos;t watch replays anymore'/><author><name>jajajanice!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v169/hey_janice/Picture79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941320.post-245442392158376452</id><published>2008-02-11T21:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T21:25:30.546+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portrait'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personals'/><title type='text'>Just Chillaxin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/swingjanice/2257918484/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2412/2257918484_4328119260_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/swingjanice/2257918484/"&gt;there I go&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/swingjanice/"&gt;swingjanice&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A while ago, I was talking to one of my best pals, tabs. &lt;br /&gt;this is for you girl, i cannot wait to see you this holy week. &lt;br /&gt;let's have a fab time! &lt;br /&gt;we have so many palpitation sessions missed, &lt;br /&gt;i demand some quality time! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;charing. :D&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941320-245442392158376452?l=swingjanice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/feeds/245442392158376452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941320&amp;postID=245442392158376452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/245442392158376452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/245442392158376452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/2008/02/just-chillaxin.html' title='Just Chillaxin&amp;#39;'/><author><name>jajajanice!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v169/hey_janice/Picture79.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2412/2257918484_4328119260_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941320.post-2821410588915328838</id><published>2008-02-05T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T20:49:42.363+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personals'/><title type='text'>revamp is nakakatamad</title><content type='html'>I am thinking of revamping my blog for chinese new year's sake.  &lt;br /&gt;But I am lazy to do that. &lt;br /&gt;Ano kaya?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941320-2821410588915328838?l=swingjanice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/feeds/2821410588915328838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941320&amp;postID=2821410588915328838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/2821410588915328838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/2821410588915328838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/2008/02/revamp-is-nakakatamad.html' title='revamp is nakakatamad'/><author><name>jajajanice!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v169/hey_janice/Picture79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941320.post-755552243937979220</id><published>2008-02-03T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T18:20:34.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"holey" @!#</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ew4ohFbKhhU/R6bllo6pWFI/AAAAAAAAAGc/emi1WBGN8LI/s1600-h/DSC00153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ew4ohFbKhhU/R6bllo6pWFI/AAAAAAAAAGc/emi1WBGN8LI/s320/DSC00153.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163066457628170322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday wasn't a great day. It started off ok, &lt;br /&gt;but as it went on, it just felt odd and &lt;br /&gt;sad and morbid all at the same time. It was, &lt;br /&gt;well, empty - like a big hole in your chest. &lt;br /&gt;Do you ever feel that? Out of nowhere, the strange&lt;br /&gt;feeling just pops out, destroys you and &lt;br /&gt;crushes you and drains out all your energy. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Friday night came, and everything became &lt;br /&gt;worse. It was so humid and so quiet that you almost &lt;br /&gt;felt beaten. You tossed and turned, you turned on the &lt;br /&gt;tv and too sad to find out there was nothing happy &lt;br /&gt;on tv. You felt like crying, but there were no tears, &lt;br /&gt;you started thinking why you were feeling that way,&lt;br /&gt;but your mind wouldnt just work and was just blurred. &lt;br /&gt;You thought hard, you closed your eyes and you thought &lt;br /&gt;even harder. You are adorned with almost &lt;br /&gt;everything but why? Why couldnt you sleep? Why do you feel &lt;br /&gt;like an empty can? But all you got was the soft &lt;br /&gt;hush of your air conditioning system. You let out a sigh, &lt;br /&gt;closed your eyes, and talked to the high heavens. &lt;br /&gt;Take this away from me. I know I am not a good person, &lt;br /&gt;but at least please let me sleep tonight... &lt;br /&gt;I am sad and I think I still deserve some good night sleep...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941320-755552243937979220?l=swingjanice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/feeds/755552243937979220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941320&amp;postID=755552243937979220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/755552243937979220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/755552243937979220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/2008/02/holey.html' title='&quot;holey&quot; @!#'/><author><name>jajajanice!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v169/hey_janice/Picture79.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ew4ohFbKhhU/R6bllo6pWFI/AAAAAAAAAGc/emi1WBGN8LI/s72-c/DSC00153.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941320.post-7573803621876392807</id><published>2008-01-27T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T23:24:34.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo Men, Wazap?</title><content type='html'>Hey I got some new photos on flickr. Check them out when you have time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/swingjanice"&gt;Click!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941320-7573803621876392807?l=swingjanice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/feeds/7573803621876392807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941320&amp;postID=7573803621876392807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/7573803621876392807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/7573803621876392807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/2008/01/yo-men-wazap.html' title='Yo Men, Wazap?'/><author><name>jajajanice!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v169/hey_janice/Picture79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941320.post-7157919857567558834</id><published>2008-01-27T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T23:00:28.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sa Bayan</title><content type='html'>Saturday afternoon after work -- &lt;br /&gt;Namasyal kami ng mga kapatid ko sa bayan &lt;br /&gt;(center of commerce in the island). &lt;br /&gt;Masarap mamasyal sa bayan. &lt;br /&gt;Madaming naglalakad na mga tao, &lt;br /&gt;magkakakilala man &lt;br /&gt;o mga galing sa malalayong parte ng isla. &lt;br /&gt;May mga Koreano rin, isang batalyon! Mga nagsisipag-aral &lt;br /&gt;ng Ingles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya masarap mamasyal sa bayan. &lt;br /&gt;Drive drive ka lang, &lt;br /&gt;Patingin-tingin. &lt;br /&gt;Magaan ang feeling. &lt;br /&gt;Masasaya &lt;br /&gt;kasi ang mga tao na nasa bayan. &lt;br /&gt;May mga namimili ng pagkain at grocery, &lt;br /&gt;pataba sa mga tanim sa bukid, &lt;br /&gt;pagkain at bitamina ng alagang baboy at manok, &lt;br /&gt;May nagliligawan sa fast food,&lt;br /&gt;May mga bagets na tumitingin ng &lt;br /&gt;mga latest na cellphones,&lt;br /&gt;May mga balikbayan na binibili ang lahat &lt;br /&gt;ng laman ng tindahan, at kasama ang 'sangkaterbang&lt;br /&gt;kamag-anak&lt;br /&gt;May mga 'kano rin sa bayan!&lt;br /&gt;At may mga 'kanong pastor din na nakaneck tie&lt;br /&gt;habang nagpapalipas ng oras sa bilyaran. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masarap talaga mamasyal sa bayan. &lt;br /&gt;Ang daming nakikita. Ang sasaya pa.&lt;br /&gt;Magaan sa puso. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya gusto ko lagi namamasyal &lt;br /&gt;sa bayan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941320-7157919857567558834?l=swingjanice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/feeds/7157919857567558834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6941320&amp;postID=7157919857567558834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/7157919857567558834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941320/posts/default/7157919857567558834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingjanice.blogspot.com/2008/01/sa-bayan.html' title='Sa Bayan'/><author><name>jajajanice!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v169/hey_janice/Picture79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
