<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14408771</id><updated>2011-05-21T02:18:29.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gorgeous jing</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinggaib.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14408771/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinggaib.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14911193858334839826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14408771.post-113401231114917187</id><published>2005-12-08T11:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T17:42:51.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mud Pack</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mud Pack&lt;br /&gt;This is so funny…last night nangyare…Panx left budat (baby nya) sa room nila…Kala cguro ni budat, sa bathroom lang punta mom nya. Her yaya was outside (sa backyard namin), binabantayan nya c budat sa may window lang…tapos wen panx returned sa room nila, her face was covered with mud pack already…c budat, naiyak sa takot…humihingi ng saklolo sa yaya nya sa labas…she thought na MUMU yung Mommy nya…as in…super lakas ng iyak nya…super takot cya…&lt;br /&gt;Panx decided to carry her nalang papunta sa room ni Lola (mom ko)…kht karga na cya, ayaw nya umembrace k panx, nde nga din nya tinitingnan e….&lt;br /&gt;Pagdating sa room ng mom ko, super yakap na cya agad sa lola nya…as in kinover nya ng pillow face nya pra nde nya Makita nanay nya…kawawa naman cya tlga… sa sobrang takot nya, pinagpawisan cya….timing naman, dumating c papa (lolo nya)…iyak pa rin cya ng iyak,..ayaw na nya lubayan lolo nya sa takot, kya nde tuloy nakakain ng dner agad c papa…pinatulog nya muna…&lt;br /&gt;Wen panx removed na the mud pack, ok na ulet, sumama na cya ulet sa nanay…funny lang tlga, pro nakakaawa din kc super takot cya tlga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14408771-113401231114917187?l=jinggaib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinggaib.blogspot.com/feeds/113401231114917187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14408771&amp;postID=113401231114917187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14408771/posts/default/113401231114917187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14408771/posts/default/113401231114917187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinggaib.blogspot.com/2005/12/mud-pack.html' title='Mud Pack'/><author><name>jing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14911193858334839826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14408771.post-113400993421969874</id><published>2005-12-07T17:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T00:40:08.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smoke Belching</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I asked marco a favor…. na cya nalang magpagawa ng bumper ng starex na binangga ni papa. And madali naman cya kausap, so he agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, i received a call from him, telling me hinuli cya ng pulis...kc daw nereport daw na smoke belching daw yung starex... and he has 3 choices daw, either bgay nya license nya, kuhanin yung plate number, or magbayad cya ng 1t….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I called papa…nireport ko agad, and like me, nagulat din cya wen he learned na smoke belching ang starex nya… I asked ano dapat gawin ni marco, he said na sabhin nya kung cno ang may ari nung car, which is cya (bka kc masindak yung pulis) pero he changed his mind, pinapabayaran nalang nya, pero pinapakuha nya yung name ng humili… mejo matagal ang conversation naming kc mejo bingi yun pag kausap sa cellphone…so wen I called marco, sabi nya ok na daw…. Napakiusapan daw nya yung pulis, kya pinalampas na cya. Hehe…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I know, naghahanapbuhay lang yung pulis….lapit na kc christamas e, naghahanap ng income… dame tlga gago sa pinas o…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wawa naman c moo ko tuloy…napahamak pa…tas ayaw na day nya gamitin yung starex kc bgla bgla na lang daw humihinto… ay naku, ang weird Noh!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14408771-113400993421969874?l=jinggaib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinggaib.blogspot.com/feeds/113400993421969874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14408771&amp;postID=113400993421969874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14408771/posts/default/113400993421969874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14408771/posts/default/113400993421969874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinggaib.blogspot.com/2005/12/smoke-belching.html' title='Smoke Belching'/><author><name>jing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14911193858334839826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14408771.post-113400975233892026</id><published>2005-12-07T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T00:40:26.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overdue</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;10 days overdue na c mule sa panganganak nya…. I’m sure she’s pregnant. So mom called the vet, at ayun dun na nagcmula ang gastos…. Cnama na ng vet c mule sa clinic. At dun ininduced na cya…bnantayan cya the whole nyt, kaso inabutan na ng kinabukasan, HINDI pa din cya nangaganak, Fear ng vet, bka patay na yung puppy kya nde lumalabas. So sabi, caesarian na tlga cya dapat. So the vet recommended na ipa xray cya…. Nakita sa xray na may 1 puppy sa loob nya, parang nakapulupot yung umbilical cord sa puppy kaya nde lumalabas…at ayun, hiniwa na c mule… Pauwi na ko from the bazaar (around 8pm) when my mom called. Pinapabili ako ng milk for the puppy kc daw alang gatas c mule. Kaya dumaan ako sa pet shop. Ang dame gatas na pagpipiliian dun. Nde ko alam which one to buy, at super MAHAL pa, as in talo pa gatas na pang baby. I called my vet, ang my worst fear came, yung pinakamahal pa yung pinapabili nya… KAINIS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I arrived dun sa clinic, pinakita agad saken yung puppy…At ang una kong question, baket kelangan caesarian pa c mule, e pang ilang beses na naman cya nanaganak…ang sabi ng vet, kulang na daw ng hormones c mule maybe because sa mga food na pinapakain namin…( e hello, same lang naman yung food ever since e…ewan ko ba, mukhang na goyo ako ng vet a) Ok naman itchura nung puppy, mukhang cow cya… hehe, kaso lang boy, I was hoping na girl e, pro oks na din… Then I visited mule, naawa nga ko sa kanya e…kc nakadextrose cya, tas wen she saw me nag wawag yung tail nya…parang gus2 na sumama saken…kaso nga lang nde pa pwde…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nag go cgnal na ang vet na pwde ko uwi yung puppy, tas painumin ko na din ng milk… so wen I got hme, I intstructed lyn na padedehin, (I even asked a big favor, na dapat padedehin nya every 4 hours)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to pick up mule on Sunday night, pero dahil sa bazaar na late na natapos, around 10pm, nde ko na cya nadaanan. Monday morning ko kinuha c mule…grabe, laki ng bill ko…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday morning, weak na yung puppy, konti na lang milk iniinom nya. And then eventually the puppy died around 6pm… buti nalang nde pa ko mashado attached dun kc bka mukha nanaman ako tanga, iniiyakan ang puppy…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well sayang lahat ng ginastos ko, pro ganun ata tlga…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14408771-113400975233892026?l=jinggaib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinggaib.blogspot.com/feeds/113400975233892026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14408771&amp;postID=113400975233892026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14408771/posts/default/113400975233892026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14408771/posts/default/113400975233892026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinggaib.blogspot.com/2005/12/overdue.html' title='Overdue'/><author><name>jing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14911193858334839826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14408771.post-113386768434108256</id><published>2005-12-06T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T00:40:44.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressful Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Last weekend (dec3-4) was my last bazzar na…kinabahan pa ko, kc kala ko super init nung place (kc sa manresa, super int, umitim ako sobra), buti nalang asa covered area yung stall naming….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aga ko pa naman gumicng kc sasabay lang ako friend ko, kaso it turned out na nde nap la kasya goods ko sa van nila, so nag end up, nagpahatid ako sa popsy ko…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wen we got there sa ayala alabang, mali mali pa yung gate na pinasukan naming, so puro u-turn ginawa ni popsy….considering na ma-traffic pa… kya nga cguro uminit ang ulo nya at nagging impatient cya…&lt;br /&gt;Pag dating sa cuenca, la kme parking… lalong uminit ang ulo nya…tas nung meron na, nabangga naman nya yung isang post dun… so ang nangyari NASIRA ang bumper ng starex…kaya nagtatatalak na naman c papa…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero sanay na naman ako sa ganun ugali nya, nde ko nalang pinapansin…and I’m glad na kht mainit ulo nya, hinatid nya pa din ako dun sa stall namin and helped me carry my stuffs…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pag dating dun sa stall, nde ko ineexpect na ang dame pala naming magsisiksikan dun, imagine 3 chinese friends of tetct, c tetch, her dorm mate, her brother, tas ako…nuti ala pa dun c marco, nd apple and yeen….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buti nalang madameng shoppers, kundi uuwi nalang tlga ko sa sobrang sikip sa stall namin. My first benta was just a purse worth 100 pesos, pero yung sumunod malaki na...may mag mom na bumili saken ng nike stuffs... almost 2.5t yung salas ko sa kanila… tapos sunud-sunod na… hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember, may 1 shopper bumili saken ng bag, she asked kung yun tlga business ko… sabi ko, I’m working already sa kraft….tas reaction ba naman “oh ur a smart girl” duh.. nde ko maconnect….sabi ko bat nya nasabi yun, sabi nya “it’s a multinational company” hehe, kung alam lang nya tlga…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, dumating na cla apple, after setting up her goods, aba bglang umayaw…. Hehe, cguro sa sobrang init, sumuko cya, saka sa dami na din ng tao sa stall namin… kme nalang nit etch nagbenta ng stuff nya… nang uto pa nga km eng buyer para bilhin yung slippers na benta nya e…sabi naming, galing Korea yun slippers, “our friend brought it in” ang term na ginamit namin. Pero sa totoo, sa 168 lang tlga nya yun bumili…pero good buy naman yhung slippers, kc sarap naman tlga sa paa yun… tas yung mga Chinese friends ni tetch bumili na din…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, na surprise ako nung dumating yung Chinese friends ni tetch, imagine, 3 na cla, nagsama pa ng 2 pa nila relative… all in all, 5 cla, tas c tetch, tas yung bro nya, tas c apple, tas c yeen, tas c cocoy…imagining nyo nalang pano kme nagkasya dun sa stall namin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy naman, kaso sobra napagod kmeng sobra…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14408771-113386768434108256?l=jinggaib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinggaib.blogspot.com/feeds/113386768434108256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14408771&amp;postID=113386768434108256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14408771/posts/default/113386768434108256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14408771/posts/default/113386768434108256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinggaib.blogspot.com/2005/12/stressful-weekend.html' title='Stressful Weekend'/><author><name>jing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14911193858334839826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14408771.post-113386172892833373</id><published>2005-12-06T17:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T00:41:04.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHristmas Lights</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4106/1282/1600/Image(348).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4106/1282/320/Image%28348%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It was already 5:00 pm when panx called me in the office…Nagyayaya magpunta sa Policarpio St. in Mandaluyong…para makakita ng mga hse na aksayado sa kuryente sa dami ng Christmas lights na nakasabit around their houses…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting place was at our house, shemps, we ate dinner muna (para tipid) then off we go. Budat (panx’s baby) was so excited. As in nagsasayaw pa cya sa car…pero biglang nag fade yung excitement nya nung “sumubsob” cya sa harap (sa may stereo ng starex)…kc bglang nag brake c papa (although nde naman malakas yung brakes, na off balanced kc c budat, sa kakasayaw…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayaw na nga sana naming tumuloy, kaso naawa naman kme k budat…so we decided na tumuloy na din… Nanahimik nalang c budat nakasit sa lap ng nanay nya…the prob is, inaantok na cya, worry naming, bka tulog na cya pagdating sa policarpio, so inaliw aliw namin cya…. As in lahat ng songs na favorite nya, kinanta ko for her…muka na nga ko crang plaka sa kakakanta ng “pbb theme” kainis…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wen we’re 10 mins away sa place, nde na nya napigilan antok nya, natulog na cya…nung andun na kme sa place, ayaw na nya gumicng, pero wen I sed the magic words “ buhbye lolo”, aba bglang gumising….tsk tsk, iba tlga pag lolo’s girl o… hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worth it naman pagdayo naming dun…kc nag enjoy naman c budat…naaliw cya sa daming lights…. I wonder gano kamahal ang electricity bills ng mga bahay dun…. Meron pa nga hse na may santa clause na sumasayaw sa bubong…kala namin at 1st mannequin, yun pala totoong tao… haay, iba tlga ang Pinoy, ang daming naiisip…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haay, mas matagal pa ang travel time namin going there kesa sa pag stay dun….kakaantok…natulog na nga ko pauwi e…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tama na toh, work muna ko ulet…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14408771-113386172892833373?l=jinggaib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinggaib.blogspot.com/feeds/113386172892833373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14408771&amp;postID=113386172892833373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14408771/posts/default/113386172892833373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14408771/posts/default/113386172892833373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinggaib.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-lights.html' title='CHristmas Lights'/><author><name>jing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14911193858334839826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14408771.post-112692824581793091</id><published>2005-09-17T11:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T03:09:44.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE MONDAYS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was almost late for the trial....I arrived at the gate 8:15 and my trial will start at 8:30... I was rushing to go inside the plant while texting Jen C. who was asking for directions to Cubao ata (nde ko na maalala sa INIS...) then NADAPA ako... hmph... HASTE really makes WASTE... pero split seconds lang, tumayo na ako agad, pra less time na nasa ground ako, less people to see me... :) I stood up na parang walang nagyare and went straigh to my office. (pero sa totoo, masakit noh) Upon sitting on my chair, i checked the wounds, ay grabe, munitk na naman ako mag-faint...buti nalang konti pa lang ang blood..so I went to the clinic para ipalinis ang 2 sugat ko... 1 on the knee, and 1 on the ankle... haay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nurse placed bandage on the wounds and asked me to come back because the doctor needs to check if i vaccination will be needed for anti-tetanus... sa takot ako, I didn't go back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I went to the clinic again, para palinis ulet ng wounds, UNluckily, andun yung doctor, she checked the wounds, and said, kelangan ko nga mag painjection... 3 tusok daw ang gagawin....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the 1st tusok, tolerable...the 2nd tusok was for skin testing (d ko maalala kung ano tawag) basta this is to check kung nde ako allergic dun sa 3rd vaccine na ituturok saken (yung available sa clinic...) kala ko LUCKY na ko, kc allergic ako, so pass nalang muna yun... but no, pinabili pa ko ng vaccine sa mercury....SUPER MAHAL pala nun, imagine isang vial, almost 1t na.... ewan ko ba naman, ngaun lang ako nakarinig ng nadapa na kelangan injectionan... pro ok na din kc nga PREVENTION is BETTER THAN CURE!!! so on the 3rd day of my sugat, ininjection na saken yung mahal na gamot... la pa 1 minuto, tapos na....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero hanggang ngaun, nde pa magaling suagt ko...it has already been 3 weeks, ganun pa din...at yung sa knee ko may PEKLAT...kainis...kung kelan pa ko tumanda, saka pa ko nagkaganito...kc nung kid ako, seldom ako nadadapa, kc 2 yaya ko... as in very well protected...ngaun la na ko yaya para sumalo saken.... haay, i missed my childhood days!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14408771-112692824581793091?l=jinggaib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinggaib.blogspot.com/feeds/112692824581793091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14408771&amp;postID=112692824581793091&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14408771/posts/default/112692824581793091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14408771/posts/default/112692824581793091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinggaib.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-hate-mondays_17.html' title='I HATE MONDAYS'/><author><name>jing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14911193858334839826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14408771.post-112692601585488427</id><published>2005-09-17T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T02:58:08.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BITCHDAY Celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I turned 23 last aug.24. My father was generous enough to throw a party for me, (kc naman super tagal na since a nag party ako for my birthday) It was held on the 27th, a Saturday. I invited my officemates, hs friends, and my bf friends at shempre ang mga Boholano friends ni popsy (k lang naman saken, kc gastos naman nya yun e, and besides may lechon pa na courtesy of them pa, hehe)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ay naku, if you only knew how worried I was the week before my bday, kc naman la kme maid, meaning, it would be difficult for my mom to prepare for the party...buti na lang last minute, dumating na ang aming long awaited HELPERS...Thursday that week, they arrived...WHEW, Just in Time!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eto pa, we had UNLEASH session din that saturday din, meaning late na ko makakauwi...I was worried, bka mauna pa guests ko saken...so what I did was to txt my hs friends na 9pm pa start...and just in time din, 8:45 asa hse na kme together with my co-cadets... hehe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Obviously, nauna mag officemates ko dumating...kc naman mga hs friends ko, ALWAYS LATE tlga mga 'yon... Even TP was there...(a cadet na 2nd to realize na there are better opportunities outside KRAFT... :P) Super taklesa ng lalakeng yun....as in... imagine, asking me where's Cocoy and when I replied paparating pa lang he said "'kala ko asa room mo e'.." in the presence of my MOM!!! Gunggungers ka tlga Tips!!! hehe. Officemates went home early....Good people kc mga yun e... they don't drink and smoke... o dba....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then my hs friends arrived....ayun na, dun na nagcmula ang buhay ng party.... ang IINGAY na namin... hehe... then my bf friends arrived shortly after.... kakaiba nga e... kc parang may "hs soiree" hehe...meaning magkabilang end a g boys and girls... and take note, nde nag uusap usap unitl the end of the party...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C chada lang ang may CONFIDENCE to talk to them... na napaka BITCYY naman...As in LAHAT kme naiinis na sa ka-ARTEHAN nya... BRUHA tlga... as in we really don't know ano problema nya sa buhay nya... pero MASAYA pa rin naman kme to be with her, at least meron kme ookrayin... hehe (right perspective ang tawag jan)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And recently ko lang nalaman, na after nila ihatid c chada sa hse, they were planning to have coffee kc ok na, nde na daw nila kasama c chada...ang bad noh...ganyan ka WICKED ang mga friends ko... hehe....kelangan kc tlga ng BALANCE e...kung ako "MABAIT" dapat cla HINDE... pro seldom lang naman cla ganun... most of the time, MABABAIT din cla...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14408771-112692601585488427?l=jinggaib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinggaib.blogspot.com/feeds/112692601585488427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14408771&amp;postID=112692601585488427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14408771/posts/default/112692601585488427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14408771/posts/default/112692601585488427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinggaib.blogspot.com/2005/09/bitchday-celebration.html' title='BITCHDAY Celebration'/><author><name>jing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14911193858334839826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14408771.post-112418029028656521</id><published>2005-08-16T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T19:49:55.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birth Number</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your birth date describes who you are, what you're good at, and what your inborn abilities are. It also points to what you have to learn and the challenges you are facing.August 24, 1982&lt;br /&gt;8 + 24 + 1982 = 2014 =2 + 0 + 1 + 4 = 7 7 is my Birth Number&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# 7 - THE INTELLECTUAL7's are the searchers. Always probing for hidden information, they find it difficult to accept things at face value. Emotions don't sway their decisions. Questioning everything in life, they don't like to be questioned themselves. They're never off to a fast start, and their motto is slow and steady wins the race. They come across as philosophers and being very knowledgeable, and sometimes as loners. They are technically inclined and make great researchers uncovering information. They like secrets. They live in their own world and should learn what is acceptable and what not in the world at large. Famous 7's: William Shakespeare, Lucille Ball, Michael Jackson, Joan Baez, Princess Diana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY REACTION:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRUE Super kulit ko!!! As in!!! sobrang matanong… Example: Kapag may nasasalubong kme ng family ko ng procession ng “patay – yung tipong ililibing na sa sementeryo”, I wuld often ask my father “ay bakit namatay” and then he would answer “ nakalimutan huminga e.” then I would ask again “e bakit nakalimutan huminga”…ayun wala ng masasagot c Papa…Mommy ko naman ang kukulitin ko kung bat nakalimutan huminga nung namatay… kukulitin ko cya until sumagot cya… e one tym cnagot ako ni Papa “ e bat ba ang kulit kulit mo” I answered “ e nde naman ikaw tinatanong ko e, c Mommy…” haha, super maldita ko noh!!! I’m just lucky na sobrang patient ng parents ko kahit sobrang brat ako…Well nde lang parents ko ang nagsuffer sa kakulitan ko, pati c MOO ko until now pinagchachagaan nya yun, minsan nga umiinit na ulo nya at pag ccmulan na yun ng petty quarrel namen… hehe. Pro shempre naaayos naman namen yun…shempre sa maayos na pag-uusap…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mabuti sana kung ok lang saken na ako naman ang kukulitin…e kaso nde e…pag ako naman ang kukulitin, I get easily irritated… sobrang unfair ko noh!!! Pero minsan (take note MINSAN) ok lang din naman saken, pag asa mood ako… dba MOO??? Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa part naman na philosopher, yes PILOSOPA ako, as in namimilosopo ako always just to prove na TAMA ako and won’t take NO for an answer…pero sa part na pagiging loner…that I have to object…I hate being alone…gusto ko maraming tao sa paligid ko… super takot ako mag-isa…may it be sa mall, sa office, or sa house…basta gusto ko lagi ako may kasama, it makes me feel secured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa part naman na I have my own world, it’s partly true….AUTISTIC ako.. hehe…although gusto ko ng laging may kasama, sometimes, I mind my own business…as in walang pakialamanan, walang pansinan....as if wala akong kasama kht meron nga… cguro sa mood swings yun, when I’m very tired kc, gus2 ko lang manahimik…pro dat doesn’t mean na galit ako sa kasama ko…just wanna have some time alone, but not physically….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa part naman ng mahilig ako sa secrets, it’s also true… but the secrets I hear from others is kept by myself lang and sa mga trusted friends ko lang…I’m not the type na nagkakalat ng secrets sa lahat ng taong makasalubong ko…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great researcher part is also true…magaling akong imbestigador…so walang pwedeng itago saken…lahat ng kalokohan ng loved ones ko, nalalaman ko…strong kc ang intuitions ko…so pag may na-feel ako na kakaiba…nde ko tlga titigilan hanggang umamin ang may sala…dba MOO??? Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14408771-112418029028656521?l=jinggaib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinggaib.blogspot.com/feeds/112418029028656521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14408771&amp;postID=112418029028656521&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14408771/posts/default/112418029028656521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14408771/posts/default/112418029028656521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinggaib.blogspot.com/2005/08/birth-number.html' title='Birth Number'/><author><name>jing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14911193858334839826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14408771.post-112411406807842289</id><published>2005-08-15T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T02:56:56.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Regrets</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is a continuation of my thoughts dun sa debut na I've attended... Most of the wishers tell her to enjoy her youth and celebtare life to its fullest.... I began to reflect tuloy wat i've been doing in my younger years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading this cguro, yung impression nyo saken would change...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trivia no1. I have never attended a prom/grad ball...not that WALANG nag-invite saken, there were several invitations which I declined...kurips cguro ko, kc nasasayangan ako sa mga dresses na bblhin ko tas I wud just wear it for a nyt...saka hello, la tlga ko hilig sa ganun e... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trivia no2. Nung HS, most of my batchm8s gumigumik palagi sa Hard Rock, ako, until now, bilang sa fingers ko mga occurences ng gimik ko... and take note, until now, may curfew pa ko... cinderella, have to be home ny midnight...well at least nag imporve yun, kc nung hs ako, twice lang ata ako nag nyt out with my friends, inantay pa ko ng parents ko...meaning same establishment lang kme...kainis dba...pero oks lang yun saken, kc I'm assured that my parents would really want to protect me from any harm... (aaay...ang sweet!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trivia no3. Although active ako during HS days...as in active officer, plays sports, cheer captain at kung ano ano pang events ang sinasalihan ko, things have changed nung college... I remember turning down candidacy as SC rep nung froshie ako (Santugon and Tapat both asked me to be their candidate), kc naman noh, kakapressure naman kc yun, imagine ang laki ng population na ise-serve ko, and feeling ko kc mahihirapan ako to balance my studies and extra curricular activities so I have no other choice but to let it go...Ganun din sa mga student organizations...hanggang member lang ako...member na nga lang, e napakatamad pa...as in INACTIVE member... hehe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Naaliw ako mashado dun sa debut ng 2nd cuzin ko...unang una dahil sa mga dancers who kept the gusts entertained...nag ballet, hawaiian dance, at kung ano ano pang dance ang gnawa nila kaya naaliw naman kaming mga guests...tapos may usual 18 roses, 18 treasures, and 18 wishers (cute toh, kc may butterflies na pinakawalan, drama effect kung baga...)Nag reflect nanaman ako...Wat if nag debut ko...ako kaya meron....parang ang corny....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trivia no4. Mas pinili ko pa na cash nalang bgay saken kesa mag celebrate ng 18th bday...nangunguripot nanaman kc ko...pano 1 nyt lang yun event na yun tas tapos na agad...guests lang makikinabang sa masarap na food...e samantalang pag cash, pwde ko pan shopping yun...kht buong taon, nde mauubos mga bibilhin ko... In short, nde ako nag DEBUT!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Despite sa mga experiences ng ibang teenage girls na HINDI ko na experience, I really have NO REGRETS!!! Wala naman cguro ako pinagkaiba sa ibang tao belonging to my age group. I’m contented and satisfied with the life I’m living…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14408771-112411406807842289?l=jinggaib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinggaib.blogspot.com/feeds/112411406807842289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14408771&amp;postID=112411406807842289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14408771/posts/default/112411406807842289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14408771/posts/default/112411406807842289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinggaib.blogspot.com/2005/08/no-regrets.html' title='No Regrets'/><author><name>jing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14911193858334839826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14408771.post-112411285927067711</id><published>2005-08-15T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T02:56:21.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Childhood Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday, I've been to two parties... the first was a "binyag" , family from my mom's mother side (my lola in other words) were the attendees. The other was a "debut" , and relatives from my mom's father (my late grandpa) were the attendees. In both parties, my second cousins from Mapoy and Agbayani side were there, my first cousins were nowhere insight...not that they're not invited, they just cannot attend...they need to cross oceans and climb mountains to do so... Bigla ko tuloy sila na-miss. Especially Carlo and VJ - the Fernando brothers (their mom and my mom are sisters). I, together with my sister "Panx" grew up with these two boys...Super dami namin kalokohan ng mga toh... As in!!! Kaya nga cguro may pagka BOYISH ako dahil sa kanila e...Imagine, kababae kong tao, e nde ako marunong mag-ayos ng sarili ko... not that "kikay" kind of ayos... basta nde ko ma explain. I just don't care kung ano man looks ko, like kahit buhaghag na hair ko, tuyo na ang lips ko, or oily na face ko... kakahiya noh!!! :p These boys are the ones to blame!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I also play"girl stuffs" like barbies and play doughs when I was young with my neighbor Marissa (tawag ko sa kanya dati Rosario - that's her real name, nickname nya Marissa), most of the time, LEGO, robots, family com, nintendo (yung malalaki pa yung tapes) piko, patintero, ride our bikes sa street namin, manghuli ng tutubi sa kanal, and pretend that we were BIOMAN (btw, c pink 5 ako) and other guys stuffs ang nilalaro namin madalas. Pero minsan we also play jackstones and bahay-bahayan.... yung tipong pinagtatali ang mga kumot sa mga windows ( corners ng room) to serve as roof ng bahay-bahayan namin...(tanga noh, may bubong naman yung playroom, naglalagay pa ng kumot). and during those bahay bahayan, shempre may luto lutuan...we scrape crayolas, add water, cologne, and even my mom's perfume...yun yung food namin kunwari... E one tym, natapon yun sa bed ng mom ko, shucks, timing pa, dumating yung mom ko on that very moment... we were motionless... we didn't know what to do... well it remained for 1 hour na motionless kme....kc my mom punished us by telling us to stay in the sala, one chair for each kid, w/o going anywhere and no talking... haha, never ko tlga yun makakalimutan!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These crazy stuffs ended when we transferred to Parañaque - cousins were left at QC. We just see each other during special occasions or pag vacations. I stay at QC pag vacation or c VJ ang nagpupunta here sa hse namin... PS I nalang ang nilalaro namin together kc nga mejo asa adolescence stage na kme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, they had to leave Pinas already...na approve na kc petition nila to be US citizens...at ayun, dun na nag separate ang ways namin... from the time they migrated there, nde pa cla umuwi dto...5 - 6 years na ata yun... or even longer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though, I'm sure we'll see each other pa naman...Nde nga lang certain well...Who knows, bka one of these days dba?!? :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14408771-112411285927067711?l=jinggaib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinggaib.blogspot.com/feeds/112411285927067711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14408771&amp;postID=112411285927067711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14408771/posts/default/112411285927067711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14408771/posts/default/112411285927067711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinggaib.blogspot.com/2005/08/childhood-memories.html' title='Childhood Memories'/><author><name>jing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14911193858334839826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14408771.post-112358556748480743</id><published>2005-08-06T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T02:55:49.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It has already been 4 straight weeks na "MARTYR" ako sa work. I used to be excited during Fridays...kc end of the work week na...meaning rest day na the next day...but things have changed when I was assigned to MBD...I have to work na din pag Saturdays... Weekends na nga lang ako late kung magising, nabawasan pa ng 1 day...Well, ganyan talaga ang life, One has to sacrifice to achieve one's goals....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having to wake up early during Saturdays lang naman is my major reklamo...Well, aside for having less time to spend with "moo" and my family. Pero I'm sure they understand the situation. Having to spend less time does not mean LESS LOVE. Just make it a point na every time you spend time with your loved ones, you make the best out of it...remind them always how much you love them…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14408771-112358556748480743?l=jinggaib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinggaib.blogspot.com/feeds/112358556748480743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14408771&amp;postID=112358556748480743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14408771/posts/default/112358556748480743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14408771/posts/default/112358556748480743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinggaib.blogspot.com/2005/08/saturday-blues.html' title='Saturday Blues'/><author><name>jing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14911193858334839826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14408771.post-112288787690815176</id><published>2005-08-02T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T02:55:14.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOSTLY TRUE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VIRGO WOMAN&lt;br /&gt;She will be similar to Leo woman in appearance. A slim woman who walks with confident and proud. She has an egg shape facial structure, high and round forehead. She likes to look straight as if she is searching. She is not a pretentious type and will always say what she thinks.&lt;br /&gt;You will see Virgo woman walks fast. She will try her best to be perfect, to look perfect and to feel perfect even though there is no such perfection. She is very delicate of what and how she dress.. She is bright and easily despair with obstacles. She likes smart guy who will be compatible with her, so if you are a rich dumb guy, you can forget about her right now.&lt;br /&gt;She is not a very possessive or jealous person for she expect respect from her love one. She does not like a part time lover, or a temporary mate. If she finds her dream man, she will not go away. If she does not like you, she will always keep a certain distant. Act proper and appropriate is her discipline.&lt;br /&gt;She does not like and can not stand bad languages, cursing words or phrase. She likes a gentleman who open the doors for her. She wants to feel protected and when a man taking care of her, she will feel like a complete woman.&lt;br /&gt;She memorizes everything about other people and about herself very well. She can really keep secret, you can trust her on this. She likes a refreshing and a mild scent. She is very delicate in maintaining her beauty, so you could see she is seriously picking soap which match and most suit her skin. Do not comments her on this very picky habits, it is her happiness in working full times as a self beautifier.&lt;br /&gt;She is not an innocent angle for sometimes she can be as tough as steel. Even she easily despair, she is not the type to cry over it. She is a shy type, so making speech in front of the room can make her nervous even she walks and talks confidently.&lt;br /&gt;She only search for true love , not just any love. Her love is an ideal one.. She likes to think no one is neater and as effective as her, which can irritate you sometimes for there is no such thing. She likes sweet talk, but she can slip and say something unpredictable and unbearable to you too. When she stops getting mad, she will totally forget what she just said and be an angle again. If you have a date with her , you'd better be there on time..&lt;br /&gt;Flowers and sweet word can calm her down. If you want to say sorry, make it brief and straight forward. Do not drag your apologetic words into a long making it up events, it could lead you to another world war. She likes her man to dress nice and clean. She is good in details especially with money. Do not make she thinks that she is a clown or funny.&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning of knowing her, please try not to glance at other pretty woman so much. Early period of dating her, try not to hold her so much in public, it would not be a proper thing to do. She loves books, stage play and music and likes to criticize about them too.&lt;br /&gt;Criticism woman is her icon including big and small things in life starting from your hair, your dress , and the way you talk. If you are in love with her, be as almost perfect as your can.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14408771-112288787690815176?l=jinggaib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinggaib.blogspot.com/feeds/112288787690815176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14408771&amp;postID=112288787690815176&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14408771/posts/default/112288787690815176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14408771/posts/default/112288787690815176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinggaib.blogspot.com/2005/08/mostly-true.html' title='MOSTLY TRUE'/><author><name>jing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14911193858334839826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14408771.post-112236707586623278</id><published>2005-07-26T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T02:54:37.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My One &amp; Only</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4106/1282/1600/db68.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4106/1282/320/db68.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people find it funny to hear me say MOO when talking to my bf on the phone.... most especially when it't time to say goodbye already...kc naman andun ang famous line ko na "LUV YOU SO MUCH MOO!"... Kelly and Droz would often mimic my voice and say it out loud and in chorus... (take note Kelly, namimiss na ni cocoy yun!, y dnt you give him a call... hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let me share you why ba MOO ang tawag ko sa kanya... MOO is short for My One &amp;amp; Only (obvious ba?!?)... He really is my one and only kc... eto na nga, i will now reveal the "Story of Us"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marco and I were classmates in gradeschool, but our love story didn't begin from there... (uuuy defensive...well really, no sparks yet...though I find him cute, ala tlga, kc NENE pa ko nun) We seldom talk to each other pa nga..may pagkaHAMBOG kc cya... meaning we both don't exist to one another....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we graduated GS, boys had to transfer, kc SAKRE pang GIRLS nalang...so we both had our separate - separate lives!!! (weird noh, separate na nga, lalo pang naseparate!!!) And then, nagdalaga at nagbinata na tyong LAHAT... One time there was an Event @ Sakre, na Startsruck ata c mokong saken e... kya dun, dun na cya nagcmula mangulet saken... super tagal ko pinahirapan ang mokong, aba shempre, yaw ko naman maging easy-to get noh, hav to test his sincerity and patience...this lasted for 10 months... So eto na, kme na, ang masaklap sa part na ito ay 3 months lang kme nagtagal, aba shempre mag bata pa kme nung tym na yun, malamang IMMATURE pa ang mga utak namin, pro mas immature cya dahil he believed sa mga Chismis ng isang napakachismosang gurl... (if I know type cya nun e!) so we broke up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lost communication in College, We again had our separate - separate lives... During those times, we were both attached to other human beings... Pro destiny brought us back together... (destiny nga ba?!?) Oo destiny, not that by chance lang kme nagkatagpo ha.... I strongly believe that we make our own DESTINY, meaning it was our choice kung baket nagkita kme ulet after so many years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now 1 1/2 years na kme together... and still counting...Nothing and Nobody could break us apart... Although our relationship isn't perfect, we manage to resolve issues and settle our differences... Believe me we've been though a lot of challenges already, as in!!!, pang telenovela na nga cguro e... kaya kung cno man mag attempt to destroy relationship namin, GOODLUCK sau, as in, ur just wasting ur time!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ops ops ops, teka muna, bgla na tuloy ako high blood e... gan2 lang kc yan, what we have is TRUE LOVE = "True love does not come by finding the perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oki doks!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14408771-112236707586623278?l=jinggaib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinggaib.blogspot.com/feeds/112236707586623278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14408771&amp;postID=112236707586623278&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14408771/posts/default/112236707586623278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14408771/posts/default/112236707586623278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinggaib.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-one-only_26.html' title='My One &amp; Only'/><author><name>jing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14911193858334839826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14408771.post-112176589730202849</id><published>2005-07-19T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T02:52:22.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Entry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At long last, I've been able to make my first entry. Napaka vain ko kc! I wanted to make the template customized to my personality first before composing my first entry... I was really not interested in blogs. Jencarps have long asked me to view her blog, but I never even once viewed it...this month ko lang ata napagtripan i-open because of boredom...and that's how the interest began...Na-addict ako sa kakabasa ng blog nya...i was already contented in reading my friends' blogs...kc naman naicp ko na I have no interesting thoughts to share naman, so y bother making a blog for myself...until one day, Carol made a blog for the cadets...of course I was invited to join...Bcoz I was really not interested, Carol registered for me... So ayun, I have my own acct already. My acct was untouched for some time... until one time na bore ako at pinagdiskitahan ko ang blog ko...At dun nag start ang addiction ko sa pag-aayos ng template ko... it took me 2 weeks to cutomize my template (tnx to carol 4 giving me sites where to get this and that... &amp;amp; also to jencarps who NEVER gave me any HELP, just motivations. :P) So eto na, jen I know you have been dying to read this, everyday mo ata minomonitor progress ko sa blog e...Enjoy reading...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14408771-112176589730202849?l=jinggaib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinggaib.blogspot.com/feeds/112176589730202849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14408771&amp;postID=112176589730202849&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14408771/posts/default/112176589730202849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14408771/posts/default/112176589730202849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinggaib.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-first-entry.html' title='My First Entry'/><author><name>jing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14911193858334839826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
