<?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-7559683052496693399</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:53:41.785-08:00</updated><category term='self expression'/><title type='text'>Be the change you want the world to see!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finnjeer.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559683052496693399/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finnjeer.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>J3nY$p@rKs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11646843756560878684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UftyY2ypZMA/SQ41IWtHboI/AAAAAAAAABI/tYrvQ4y_yXg/S220/jenny.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559683052496693399.post-8929725785386946686</id><published>2009-08-19T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T01:01:34.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life 101: Back to School 8/19/09</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 144px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 138px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376402207310947122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UftyY2ypZMA/SpzRUnhlIzI/AAAAAAAAADA/oR1bBUyF_7I/s320/DSC01403.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after 5 years since I graduated last 2004 with A degree in accountancy. I'm back to school this time for a degree of Master in Business Administration for Executives. It's a non Thesal Program and it's trimester so that means I'll finish my degree by next year hopefully. I was blown away with the &lt;a href="http://www.swu.edu.ph/grad_sch/mbaex.php"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;subjects&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; it was beyond my norm. My brains will definitely do alot of exercising and thinking. Check out &lt;a href="http://www.swu.edu.ph/grad_sch/academic_programs.php"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;their website&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;if you wanna exercise your brains as well :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 189px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 175px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376402590722176498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UftyY2ypZMA/SpzRq718NfI/AAAAAAAAADI/5yXI5_U3Ihc/s320/DSC01412.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my new campus w/ free wifi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UftyY2ypZMA/SpzRq718NfI/AAAAAAAAADI/5yXI5_U3Ihc/s1600-h/DSC01412.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UftyY2ypZMA/SpzTuAPhU0I/AAAAAAAAADQ/pW_zAriivlY/s1600-h/DSC01406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376404842466071362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UftyY2ypZMA/SpzTuAPhU0I/AAAAAAAAADQ/pW_zAriivlY/s200/DSC01406.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best of all he is their spoke person for the graduate studies... neat :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UftyY2ypZMA/SpzRq718NfI/AAAAAAAAADI/5yXI5_U3Ihc/s1600-h/DSC01412.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559683052496693399-8929725785386946686?l=finnjeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finnjeer.blogspot.com/feeds/8929725785386946686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559683052496693399&amp;postID=8929725785386946686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559683052496693399/posts/default/8929725785386946686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559683052496693399/posts/default/8929725785386946686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finnjeer.blogspot.com/2009/09/life-101-back-to-school-81909.html' title='life 101: Back to School 8/19/09'/><author><name>J3nY$p@rKs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11646843756560878684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UftyY2ypZMA/SQ41IWtHboI/AAAAAAAAABI/tYrvQ4y_yXg/S220/jenny.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UftyY2ypZMA/SpzRUnhlIzI/AAAAAAAAADA/oR1bBUyF_7I/s72-c/DSC01403.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559683052496693399.post-4085349900466748194</id><published>2009-02-15T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T07:53:13.221-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding Mr or Ms. Right Now!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UftyY2ypZMA/SZg0FGNJHvI/AAAAAAAAACQ/lD50-CWShNM/s1600-h/hands.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303045823398485746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UftyY2ypZMA/SZg0FGNJHvI/AAAAAAAAACQ/lD50-CWShNM/s320/hands.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Do You Ever Worry About Not Finding Your Mr/Ms. Right And Spending The Rest Of Your Life On Your Own?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Are you simply tired of searching that someone special with whom you want to spend rest of your life? Sometimes you wonder that where exactly are you going wrong in establishing the right qualities of Mr/Ms. Right. Are you fed up of going on blind dates hoping some day you will come across Mr/Ms. Right, after all you have to kiss few frogs before you get your prince charming or find your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cinderella&lt;/span&gt;. My dear friends there are no secrets to find your Mr/Ms. Right. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;asked&lt;/span&gt; more often my "Single" friends what's their ideal perfect mate. Most of the characteristics are:- Soul mate, Emotional compatibility, financially secured, intelligent, a great sense of humor, a total gentleman, unconditionally loving, not scared of commitments, responsible, should be handsome, tall, choice of profession and should be a husband/wife material, sexy, independent woman, practical in life, smart. Not many women/men are convinced from the fact that there is nothing like Mr/Ms. Right. But still many women/men break their existing relationship or remain single; they think there is no spark in the relationship just because their expectations are not met. Always remember the kind of men/women who falls in your expectations list must be having the same list. And maybe, you also don’t meet his/her requirements. So you may face this reality one day. It’s miserable that how some people wait for years and is obstinate about their kind of Mr/Ms. Right; saddest part is when they hit 40 even then they are single and lonely.&lt;br /&gt;Mr/Ms. Right dream and fail to come out of your fantasies. Have you ever thought that why you are still Single? Now it’s a high time for you to change your focus towards life.&lt;br /&gt;By now you must be dying to know that how can you find Mr/Ms. Right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Why should I compromise?!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact is compromising does not mean that you are not finding Mr/Ms. Right .You just need to brush away your unrealistic fantasies and think in a wise way. Do you consider yourself a perfect match? Don’t dismiss any man based on few trivial conflicts in your relationship; issues are bound to happen in any kind of relationship. The most important thing in any relationship is to handle all their differences in a mature way. Let’s analyze the kind of relationships you have with your family and with your best buddies. Is it always smooth? The answer will be a big NO! But at the same time you know they love you for what you are. No matter how many times you fight with your buddies but you still love them without any doubt. So, it’s just about modifying your Mr/MS. Right list in a way to suit to a more realistic picture of the reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;How to find Mr. Right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Modify your outlook of Mr/Ms. Right. Maybe now it’s the right time to change your attitude towards Mr?Ms. Right. Why do you think that looks are that important? Do you prefer clinging to his/her looks all the time or relating to that person to compliment your real side. These days most of the girls are independent, so marrying someone for the sake of financial security will not be right. After carefully analyzing the realistic picture of Mr?ms. Right, ask yourself that have you dismissed someone who compliments your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Make yourself Available&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never overlook any aspect of a guy/girl until and unless you have spent quality time with him/her. Sometimes, people take time to open up. That is why right communication is important. Just go for a cup of coffee, share your thoughts, dreams, motive is to communicate well to share each others view towards life.Be an open minded person! Never miss an opportunity to ask a guy/girl out for a coffee’s I'm sure guys appreciate girls giving them importance and vice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;versa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Missing your ex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Look up to all the possibilities, give a try. Sometimes our choices should be flexible, see things from a different perspective, it will help you in making the right decision. Right communication is vital for any relationship that is why sharing your hidden sentiments will help you in expressing yourself and in the end it concisely makes a big difference.&lt;br /&gt;Finding Mr/Ms. Right is not tough provided you have realistic expectations towards life. The only key to find Mr/Ms. Right is to redesign your outlook towards Mr/Ms. Right . Don’t put too much emphasis on the outer beauty or materialistic things because that will never be everlasting, the only thing which will last is the compatibility!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jenny&lt;/strong&gt; : We'll so far this is what I've come up based from my research. Right now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not looking for my perfect mate  or the right person because their is not such thing as "Perfect" it's actually up to you to the make that person right for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Source :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.embraceyourlove.com/9/romance/how-to-find-mr-right/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.embraceyourlove.com/9/romance/how-to-find-mr-right/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/7559683052496693399-4085349900466748194?l=finnjeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finnjeer.blogspot.com/feeds/4085349900466748194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559683052496693399&amp;postID=4085349900466748194' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559683052496693399/posts/default/4085349900466748194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559683052496693399/posts/default/4085349900466748194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finnjeer.blogspot.com/2009/02/finding-mr-or-ms-right-now.html' title='Finding Mr or Ms. Right Now!!!'/><author><name>J3nY$p@rKs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11646843756560878684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UftyY2ypZMA/SQ41IWtHboI/AAAAAAAAABI/tYrvQ4y_yXg/S220/jenny.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UftyY2ypZMA/SZg0FGNJHvI/AAAAAAAAACQ/lD50-CWShNM/s72-c/hands.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559683052496693399.post-3450006483015144417</id><published>2009-01-10T08:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T09:31:32.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My baby sister</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UftyY2ypZMA/SWjUeeJL6SI/AAAAAAAAABo/W2OsXjLijrI/s1600-h/twitoi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289711382299404578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UftyY2ypZMA/SWjUeeJL6SI/AAAAAAAAABo/W2OsXjLijrI/s320/twitoi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;intoduce&lt;/span&gt; my baby sister whom we loved the most and the apple of our eyes. Her name is "SWEET". She brightens our day, especially since all of us are now working whenever we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;go&lt;/span&gt; home she make sure to make us laugh with her attics. Hug us tightly asking for her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pasalubong&lt;/span&gt; ( her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;fav&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Dunkin&lt;/span&gt; donut). At such a young age she ask &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of questions &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;everytime&lt;/span&gt; we watch a movie or if she hears a new word. She a very smart and talented little girl. She also make sure that my mom is well taken care of and would never leave my mom's side since she promised papa that she will take care of mama. She is so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;malambing&lt;/span&gt; and love to sing "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Dyosa's&lt;/span&gt;" theme song. Whenever I cook she loves to cook with me. She'll be turning five this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;april&lt;/span&gt; and will go to school by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;june&lt;/span&gt; and she is looking forward on that day going to school meeting new kids since she is the only kid at home. When we have our alone time she talks to me as if she is my age ask questions that most kids wont ask like; What is the meaning of a rule or why this and why that in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;tagalog&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ofcourse&lt;/span&gt;. She speaks a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;bisaya&lt;/span&gt; but more often in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;tagalog&lt;/span&gt;. That's why in our new neighborhood the kids there can't understand her since she speaks mostly in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;tagalog&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UftyY2ypZMA/SWjYv9rHAFI/AAAAAAAAABw/Z8irjyGAeAk/s1600-h/DSC01112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289716080867475538" style="WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UftyY2ypZMA/SWjYv9rHAFI/AAAAAAAAABw/Z8irjyGAeAk/s320/DSC01112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UftyY2ypZMA/SWjZXqaUV_I/AAAAAAAAAB4/NWOnkx33QB4/s1600-h/DSC00784.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289716762891540466" style="WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UftyY2ypZMA/SWjZXqaUV_I/AAAAAAAAAB4/NWOnkx33QB4/s320/DSC00784.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UftyY2ypZMA/SWjZxwufQaI/AAAAAAAAACA/yWmT1gknWKc/s1600-h/switoi+pacute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289717211263353250" style="WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UftyY2ypZMA/SWjZxwufQaI/AAAAAAAAACA/yWmT1gknWKc/s320/switoi+pacute.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559683052496693399-3450006483015144417?l=finnjeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finnjeer.blogspot.com/feeds/3450006483015144417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559683052496693399&amp;postID=3450006483015144417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559683052496693399/posts/default/3450006483015144417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559683052496693399/posts/default/3450006483015144417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finnjeer.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-baby-sister.html' title='My baby sister'/><author><name>J3nY$p@rKs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11646843756560878684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UftyY2ypZMA/SQ41IWtHboI/AAAAAAAAABI/tYrvQ4y_yXg/S220/jenny.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UftyY2ypZMA/SWjUeeJL6SI/AAAAAAAAABo/W2OsXjLijrI/s72-c/twitoi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559683052496693399.post-9207696238260355216</id><published>2009-01-10T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T08:57:34.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my 2009 resolution</title><content type='html'>my resolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Act on my feelings&lt;br /&gt;2. Learn the art of saying no.&lt;br /&gt;3. Love myself first before others.&lt;br /&gt;4. Be grateful everyday of my blessings.&lt;br /&gt;5. Be practical.&lt;br /&gt;6. Think first before I act.&lt;br /&gt;7. Take the risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think all on the list are attainable except for entry #1 I can't really tell the person that I'm in love or Love the person. I guess I'm afraid to take the risk of loosing a friend which affects entry #7. Oh well there is always Baby steps...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559683052496693399-9207696238260355216?l=finnjeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finnjeer.blogspot.com/feeds/9207696238260355216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559683052496693399&amp;postID=9207696238260355216' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559683052496693399/posts/default/9207696238260355216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559683052496693399/posts/default/9207696238260355216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finnjeer.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-2009-resolution.html' title='my 2009 resolution'/><author><name>J3nY$p@rKs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11646843756560878684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UftyY2ypZMA/SQ41IWtHboI/AAAAAAAAABI/tYrvQ4y_yXg/S220/jenny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559683052496693399.post-2247023037741230044</id><published>2008-11-02T15:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T15:32:49.372-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TrEs MaRiAs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UftyY2ypZMA/SQ44BHR-H7I/AAAAAAAAABg/pxDCxHBNNDs/s1600-h/NmD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264206606228135858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UftyY2ypZMA/SQ44BHR-H7I/AAAAAAAAABg/pxDCxHBNNDs/s320/NmD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 of the most influential ladies in ABP Cebu...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559683052496693399-2247023037741230044?l=finnjeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finnjeer.blogspot.com/feeds/2247023037741230044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559683052496693399&amp;postID=2247023037741230044' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559683052496693399/posts/default/2247023037741230044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559683052496693399/posts/default/2247023037741230044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finnjeer.blogspot.com/2008/11/tres-marias.html' title='TrEs MaRiAs'/><author><name>J3nY$p@rKs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11646843756560878684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UftyY2ypZMA/SQ41IWtHboI/AAAAAAAAABI/tYrvQ4y_yXg/S220/jenny.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UftyY2ypZMA/SQ44BHR-H7I/AAAAAAAAABg/pxDCxHBNNDs/s72-c/NmD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559683052496693399.post-802021997448409378</id><published>2008-10-31T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T22:07:36.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Letter</title><content type='html'>Dear Jenny,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;             Hi! How have been? I been missing you so much. You seem lost nowadays, whenever i see you, you always put a smile on your face. Does that mean your happy or pretending to be happy? I've heard alot of your friends saying that your the best, your so kind, caring, understanding, generous and all those good stuffs. Indeed your a good person with a big heart. But do they really know the real you and what's inside your heart and in your mind. I guess they don't know that sometimes behind those smiles is the feeling of emptiness and the feeling of being alone. But then again how can you be alone when your always surrounded by people whom you loved and cared of? How can you say that? I guess i'll have to get back on you on that matter. I know you don't have the answers to that yet. Hey when was that last time we spent together alone, just you and me talking about anything at all? I can't remember when, I missed those days. I would really love to spend sometime with you again. That is if you the time, you always seem so busy, spending alot time in the office worrying about stuffs that you really don't need to worry, doing things that you don't really need to do. Doing alot of favors and saying yes when you really want to say no. Why are such a people pleaser and why are you making yourself busy all the time? Why do you care so much for others when in fact your care less for yourself. Why do you give time for others and not for yourself. Why do you give so much for others when you give less to yourself. Why do you love someone when that love doesn't stand a chance. I have hundreds of question in my mind that i wanna ask you when the time comes, when your ready. I know that you have the answers and that right now you're in a deep sleep that needs to be awaken. You have to wake up jenny open your eyes don't be fooled by your imaginations come back to reality. I wanna talk to you soon. Please give me a piece of your time. Looking forward to talk you. I will be waiting and will always love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;j.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559683052496693399-802021997448409378?l=finnjeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finnjeer.blogspot.com/feeds/802021997448409378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559683052496693399&amp;postID=802021997448409378' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559683052496693399/posts/default/802021997448409378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559683052496693399/posts/default/802021997448409378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finnjeer.blogspot.com/2008/10/letter.html' title='A Letter'/><author><name>J3nY$p@rKs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11646843756560878684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UftyY2ypZMA/SQ41IWtHboI/AAAAAAAAABI/tYrvQ4y_yXg/S220/jenny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559683052496693399.post-6959667334862463987</id><published>2008-10-08T20:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T20:42:07.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DeCiSiOnS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UftyY2ypZMA/SO14oQgM5kI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zc1TXX9ND6Y/s1600-h/FLower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254988973231367746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UftyY2ypZMA/SO14oQgM5kI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zc1TXX9ND6Y/s320/FLower.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I LOVE YOU&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Love you NOT&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I submitted this entry to in6words.blogspot.com, hoping that it'll be posted. I was really inspired to do this by my suppy frend anoj... i guess I have a keen eye for this kinda stuffs. What you think???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559683052496693399-6959667334862463987?l=finnjeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finnjeer.blogspot.com/feeds/6959667334862463987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559683052496693399&amp;postID=6959667334862463987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559683052496693399/posts/default/6959667334862463987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559683052496693399/posts/default/6959667334862463987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finnjeer.blogspot.com/2008/10/decisions.html' title='DeCiSiOnS'/><author><name>J3nY$p@rKs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11646843756560878684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UftyY2ypZMA/SQ41IWtHboI/AAAAAAAAABI/tYrvQ4y_yXg/S220/jenny.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UftyY2ypZMA/SO14oQgM5kI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zc1TXX9ND6Y/s72-c/FLower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559683052496693399.post-4721062372148274850</id><published>2008-10-08T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T20:17:13.872-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self expression'/><title type='text'>My first Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wow the blog craze nowadays is really getting into my nerves to the point that I created one myself. This my first time to create my own blog And it really excites me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;. I'm having &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;gooze&lt;/span&gt; bumps right now!!! This is as if I've just created a whole new world for myself, this is my chance to be myself and express what I really feel inside and to say out loud what's on my mind without being judge. It gonna be a new adventure... So let's get it started&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559683052496693399-4721062372148274850?l=finnjeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finnjeer.blogspot.com/feeds/4721062372148274850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7559683052496693399&amp;postID=4721062372148274850' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559683052496693399/posts/default/4721062372148274850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559683052496693399/posts/default/4721062372148274850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finnjeer.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-first-blog.html' title='My first Blog'/><author><name>J3nY$p@rKs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11646843756560878684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UftyY2ypZMA/SQ41IWtHboI/AAAAAAAAABI/tYrvQ4y_yXg/S220/jenny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
