<?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-8270331</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:49:45.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'>whatever that runs in my mind</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8270331/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>titserchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965722320416540323</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>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8270331.post-115678018669704848</id><published>2006-08-28T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T09:07:08.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>soundtrack of my life part 1</title><content type='html'>Soundtrack of my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this episode of Oprah wherein Jon Bon Jovi mentioned something about certain songs he wrote which are now soundtracks of his life (and even of other people's lives out there). I can relate to that. I love music so I guess I am one of those persons who have these certain songs which remind them of certain moments in their lives. Like, when I hear a particular song, I am reminded of certain events/situations I was in. I also associate certain songs to certain persons (mostly my objects of affection). Sometimes I hate my associating songs to specific persons coz hearing the song triggers the drama queen in me. It throws me off and suddenly this deluge of emotions come creeping in and vivid flashbacks fill my mind. Now that's freakin' unwelcome when you're trying to get over or thought you have already gotten over someone. Such a bummer. Anyway, I felt like listing some of those song soundtrack of my life. I'll try to go as far back as my memory will allow me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Lost in Emotion (Lisa Lisa and Cult Jam)&lt;/span&gt; - as far as i can remember, this is one of the first songs we danced in our community.. I danced this song with Nela and Timmy. Don't ask what year it was, coz it's really wayback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mony Mony (Billy Idol)&lt;/span&gt; - This is the first song we danced at our community park complete with costume..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Supersonic (JJ Fad)&lt;/span&gt; - everybody danced on this disco hit during the 80's.. everybody get hooked on this song. I remember those all crazy dance steps we did with this song.. Flashback...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tell It To My Heart (Taylor dane)&lt;/span&gt; - again again again, we danced this tune with my friends (nela and timmy) at our community park..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ice Ice Baby (Vanilla Ice)&lt;/span&gt; - now this is classic.. as far as i know, everybody dance on this song.. I just remmber that we practice this song on the street and there was a dance contest in our community and everybody used that song for the dance contest and unfortunately, we didn't win on the said contest..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; to the readers, i know that you'll notice that we keep dancing on out comminity park.. What can I do, I'm such an active kid during my "uhugin" days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You Light Up My Life (Debby Boone)&lt;/span&gt; - Again,again, again.. as i told you we were active during our uhugin to early teeange years. We sang this song as a tribute to our mothers for the mother's day presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No Diggity (Blackstreet)&lt;/span&gt; - this is the bomb with all the crazy dancesteps we had on this song.. Got bruises on the knees while practicing these. But this is good, I'm proud that I was able to dance this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is just the volume 1 of my soundtarck.. i have to remember the songs that should be on my soundtrack. I need to get back to work now.. I'm jsut doing whiletalking to our cleints..&lt;br /&gt;Multi-tasking.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8270331-115678018669704848?l=thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/feeds/115678018669704848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8270331&amp;postID=115678018669704848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8270331/posts/default/115678018669704848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8270331/posts/default/115678018669704848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/2006/08/soundtrack-of-my-life-part-1.html' title='soundtrack of my life part 1'/><author><name>titserchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965722320416540323</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-8270331.post-115670562379991953</id><published>2006-08-27T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T12:07:03.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fantasize</title><content type='html'>i had a conversation w/ my friend last night thru SMS, and this is one of his messages&lt;br /&gt;   "Yeah. Sobra. After you told me, can't get off my head. :) i always fanatasize about you. :)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is my reaction, i just laughed so hard at him and send him a message told him that he's crazy and his reply is " Im so turned on"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaa.... he's really crazy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least, someone fantasizes about me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8270331-115670562379991953?l=thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/feeds/115670562379991953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8270331&amp;postID=115670562379991953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8270331/posts/default/115670562379991953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8270331/posts/default/115670562379991953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/2006/08/fantasize.html' title='fantasize'/><author><name>titserchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965722320416540323</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-8270331.post-114852291176145232</id><published>2006-05-24T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T19:08:31.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hay buhay....</title><content type='html'>i just hate it when you feel so down and depressed and it seems everything you do is wrong.. This is what I'm feeling right now and i've been like this for a couple of days.... Hope this is just some hormonal imbalance thingy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8270331-114852291176145232?l=thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/feeds/114852291176145232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8270331&amp;postID=114852291176145232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8270331/posts/default/114852291176145232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8270331/posts/default/114852291176145232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/2006/05/hay-buhay.html' title='hay buhay....'/><author><name>titserchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965722320416540323</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-8270331.post-114585523060892474</id><published>2006-04-23T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T22:07:10.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the right moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onclick="return false;window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=128,height=160,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://baliwnayataako.blogs.friendster.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2010871812.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://baliwnayataako.blogs.friendster.com/my_blog/images/2010871812.jpg" title="2010871812" alt="2010871812" style="margin: 0px 5px 5px 0px; float: left; width: 100px; height: 142px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                                                                     when you say "i love you" to a person, don' t wait for the right moment or timing .. just say it when you feel that or the momemt will pass you by (sound familiar? )... don't expect the same answer from that person.. maybe he's  not ready to say it or he doesn't feel the same way.. just say it, at least, you let the person know how you truly feel coz maybe there is no tomorrow to let the person know how you feel...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8270331-114585523060892474?l=thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/feeds/114585523060892474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8270331&amp;postID=114585523060892474' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8270331/posts/default/114585523060892474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8270331/posts/default/114585523060892474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/2006/04/right-moment.html' title='the right moment'/><author><name>titserchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965722320416540323</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-8270331.post-114445532848103170</id><published>2006-04-07T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T17:15:28.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my new tattoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/66867189@N00/124907978/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/55/124907978_e2e5ee84e2_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/66867189@N00/124907978/"&gt;my neww tattoo&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/66867189@N00/"&gt;titser chi&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i had my new tattoo last thursday and i'm so happy about it ... after my first tattoo 3 years  ago, it is just now that i had new one.. my tattoo means Kalayaan or Freedom in english and it is written in our ancient alphabet called "alibata" or "baybayin".. . people asked me why "kalayaan", one simple explanation for this, i wish that the world be free from any false judgements from people.. i wish that everybody can  do whatever they want in this world , what they really want, not be boxed  on what the society dictates to them... but this just a wishful thinking here.. someday this might happen...&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8270331-114445532848103170?l=thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/feeds/114445532848103170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8270331&amp;postID=114445532848103170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8270331/posts/default/114445532848103170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8270331/posts/default/114445532848103170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-new-tattoo.html' title='my new tattoo'/><author><name>titserchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965722320416540323</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-8270331.post-114365736136127233</id><published>2006-03-29T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T10:36:47.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>and the saga continues...</title><content type='html'>yes, my love someday i could&lt;br /&gt;someday i could touch you for the last time&lt;br /&gt;as i feel the warmth of your breath and&lt;br /&gt;the soulness of your being into ecstacy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, my love until then &lt;br /&gt;until then i will be the prisoner of yesterday &lt;br /&gt;a slave of today ; a wanderer of tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;until then im yours until fate wake me up from this madness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8270331-114365736136127233?l=thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/feeds/114365736136127233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8270331&amp;postID=114365736136127233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8270331/posts/default/114365736136127233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8270331/posts/default/114365736136127233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/2006/03/and-saga-continues.html' title='and the saga continues...'/><author><name>titserchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965722320416540323</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-8270331.post-114244650820367441</id><published>2006-03-15T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T08:43:44.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An on-line affair.....</title><content type='html'>Since we had a dsl conneciton at home... I've been addicted to logging on to YM... everyday i go online and chat with my friends... There's a certain thing happened to me on YM. I don't know if you are familiar with it, sometimes you're profile is shown on My Yahoo.. I have 2 constant IM mates now, an Iraqi and 1 American... I call them as my future expats.. ahahahaha :)).. my sister and i thought it will be better if i get an expat here coz all my ex's are DUMBASS, especially the last one... I'll give you the profile of these 2 IM mates i have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; IM Mate #1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. an Iraqi, came from a rich family in Basra&lt;br /&gt;2.A big time engineer in Baghdad and working for an American Co., he is a really bigtime engineer&lt;br /&gt;3. He lives in a Green Zone in Baghdad, meaning in an American compund, following american laws.&lt;br /&gt;4. Only 24 years old&lt;br /&gt;5. He hates being an Iraqi coz he hard time going to different countries because of his nationality like they are not allowed to go Thailand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IM Mate #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. an American guy, orginally from Butler, PA&lt;br /&gt;2. An I.T guy who works for True Value H0me Depot&lt;br /&gt;3. He is now based in Albany, NY&lt;br /&gt;4.  A 33 year old-guy&lt;br /&gt;5. a football fanatic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny this here is they keep on asking me if I need anything like IM mate #2 asked me if I need money he can send me some and IM Mate #1 , thinks that I need my own pc and wiiling to give me a laptop... When I told these things to my sister, we just laughed.. so scary.... and they keep on telling me that they love me and they want to go here.. like duh????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know what may happen on these IM flings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck here. ahahahaha :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8270331-114244650820367441?l=thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/feeds/114244650820367441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8270331&amp;postID=114244650820367441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8270331/posts/default/114244650820367441'/><link 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src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5335/552/320/TiedHands.1.jpg" width="100" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to give up... it's over, move on girl.. these are the words running to my mind lately..&lt;br /&gt;i want to give up the fight i have, i need someone to help to do this, i need someone to tie my hands so that i will not dial his number to call him or SMS him or keep my mobile phone away from me whenever I'm doing nothing... but the only person who can help me is myself...&lt;br /&gt;it's over, i already accepted the truth, i am giving up the fight...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8270331-114002436503191698?l=thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/feeds/114002436503191698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8270331&amp;postID=114002436503191698' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8270331/posts/default/114002436503191698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8270331/posts/default/114002436503191698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-give-up.html' title='i give up...'/><author><name>titserchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965722320416540323</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-8270331.post-113978490818431761</id><published>2006-02-12T14:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T14:55:08.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the five personality</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#BFE9FF;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Five Factor Personality Profile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DEF4FF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/thefivefactorpersonalitytest/personality.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extroversion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have high extroversion.&lt;br /&gt;You are outgoing and engaging, with both strangers and friends.&lt;br /&gt;You truly enjoy being with people and bring energy into any situation.&lt;br /&gt;Enthusiastic and fun, you're the first to say "let's go!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conscientiousness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have high conscientiousness.&lt;br /&gt;Intelligent and reliable, you tend to succeed in life.&lt;br /&gt;Most things in your life are organized and planned well.&lt;br /&gt;But you borderline on being a total perfectionist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agreeableness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have medium agreeableness.&lt;br /&gt;You're generally a friendly and trusting person.&lt;br /&gt;But you also have a healthy dose of cynicism.&lt;br /&gt;You get along well with others, as long as they play fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neuroticism:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have medium neuroticism.&lt;br /&gt;You're generally cool and collected, but sometimes you do panic.&lt;br /&gt;Little worries or problems can consume you, draining your energy.&lt;br /&gt;Your life is pretty smooth, but there's a few emotional bumps you'd like to get rid of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Openness to experience:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your openness to new experiences is medium.&lt;br /&gt;You are generally broad minded when it come to new things.&lt;br /&gt;But if something crosses a moral line, there's no way you'll approve of it.&lt;br /&gt;You are suspicious of anything too wacky, though you do still consider creativity a virtue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/thefivefactorpersonalitytest/"&gt;The Five Factor Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8270331-113978490818431761?l=thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/feeds/113978490818431761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8270331&amp;postID=113978490818431761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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genuine love to a person where he laid all the cards on me so that I know where do I stand in his life.. I didn't feel betrayed or anything when you told me where do I stand. Everyday, I just look on that scar and thinking maybe that was the best thing happened to me that there's someone who can laid all his aces and being brutally honest, didn't give any false hopes , and for that I gave you a pat on the back and an A+ for your integrity... as i told you so many times, you'll always be my bestfriend and no matter what happens, I'll always be here for you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8270331-113942838446241390?l=thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/feeds/113942838446241390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8270331&amp;postID=113942838446241390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt; -assisitant store manager&lt;br /&gt; -servcie crew&lt;br /&gt; -pre-school teacher&lt;br /&gt; -call center agent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 2) 4 Movies You Could Watch Over and Over&lt;br /&gt; -love actually&lt;br /&gt; -my bestfriend's wedding&lt;br /&gt; -notting hill&lt;br /&gt; -bring it on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 3) 4 Places You've Lived&lt;br /&gt; -project 7, qc&lt;br /&gt; -project 6, qc&lt;br /&gt; -tandang sora, qc&lt;br /&gt; -????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 4) 4 TV Shows You Love to Watch&lt;br /&gt; (no tv. but if i did...)&lt;br /&gt; -jeopardy&lt;br /&gt; -the o.c&lt;br /&gt; -betty la fea&lt;br /&gt; -eat bulaga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 5) 4 Places You've Been on Vacation&lt;br /&gt; - no timw for a vacation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 6) 4 Websites You Visit Daily Almost-Daily&lt;br /&gt; -friendster.com&lt;br /&gt; -360.yahoo.com&lt;br /&gt; -inq7.net&lt;br /&gt; -hotmail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 7) 4 of Your Favorite Foods&lt;br /&gt; liempo, pizza, chocolates, pasta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 8) 4 Albums You Cannot Live Without&lt;br /&gt; - i don't buy too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 9) 4 Vehicles You've Owned&lt;br /&gt; sorry, i don't have my own car... :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8270331-113935748455133284?l=thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/feeds/113935748455133284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8270331&amp;postID=113935748455133284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8270331/posts/default/113935748455133284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8270331/posts/default/113935748455133284'/><link 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before..there's a tension between us where we weren't able to talk or kid around... we say hi but there's really tension or wall and we make iwas. i don't know i'm the only one who feel this or the both of us... i hope and really, really hope that we can break the wall.. a friend of us already notice that there's something wrong  between us coz he/she observed the tension... whatever will be, you'll always be my best friend and my papa bear...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8270331-113918288648951354?l=thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/feeds/113918288648951354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8270331&amp;postID=113918288648951354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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magaling ako dumiskarte sa buhay, sa pamilya or sa pera but pagdating sa "L", wala, mahina ako dyan.. i'll get an "F" pagdating dyan, my waterloo, my achilles heel, lagapak ako... hay, that thing makes life so complicated....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baduy ako, sensya na, i have to post this lang... can't help it kasi.. the song keeps running on my mind since monday... i just have to... no need for me to apologize, just want to express what;s on mind ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I Can't Make You Love Me - Bonnie Raitt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Turn down the lights, turn down the bed ,&lt;br /&gt;Turn down these voices inside my head&lt;br /&gt;Lay down with me, tell me no lies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just hold me close, don't patronize - don't patronize me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cause I can't make you love me if you don't&lt;br /&gt;You can't make your heart feel something it won'&lt;br /&gt;tHere in the dark, in these lonely hours&lt;br /&gt;I will lay down my heart and I'll feel the power&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;But you won't, no you won't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;'Cause I can't make you love me, if you don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'll close my eyes, then I won't see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The love you don't feel when you're holding me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Morning will come and I'll do what's right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just give me till then to give up this fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And I will give up this fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cause I can't make you love me if you don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You can't make your heart feel something it won't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Here in the dark, in these lonely hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I will lay down my heart and I'll feel the power&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; But you won't, no you won't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;'Cause I can't make you love me, if you don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for you, who makes me like this..no worries, no pressures.. i know that you'll be my besfriend forever, no bad vibes.. we just need time to think, everything happened so fast for the 2 of us.. got shocked  and didn't expect those things happened between the 2 of us..  i know you have lot of things in your mind and i'm giving the luxury of time to think in able for you to decide really and not to jump on the impulsive decsions you've made before... i maybe gone for  a little while, but always there for you... whatever happens, happy thoughts, happy memories  and grateful that even for a while, i've known a person like you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8270331-113891248341027169?l=thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/feeds/113891248341027169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8270331&amp;postID=113891248341027169' 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href="http://blog.360.yahoo.com/blog/slideshow.html?p=22" id="m22"&gt;&lt;img src="http://us.f3.yahoofs.com/blog/43d3ea2bz1662fa48/0/__sr_/7d94.jpg?mgAOA1DB12Camu11" alt="Entry for January 22, 2006" border="0" height="250" width="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my barkada since my "panty days".. meaning my friends when i was a small kid,, those uhugin days and iyakin days... my friend, the bride, got marreid last january 21, 2005.. . during these times na lang kami nagkikita and di parin makumpleto kahit sa mga occasion na mga ganito.. hirap talga pagtumatanda na, marami nang  ginagawa and di narin makuha na magkita ang mga magkakaibigan di gaya ng dati ng araw araw di naghihiwalay at paguwi sa bahya, magtetelebabad pa.. i just love these people so much and so proud of these people..we have lawyer, a doctor a nurse, a photographer/DOP  and a lot more.. a variety of people that blends well and sometimes clash.. even if we seldom see each other, we make it a point that it will be a memorable one  if there's a chance like this one...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8270331-113796367357071310?l=thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/feeds/113796367357071310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8270331&amp;postID=113796367357071310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8270331/posts/default/113796367357071310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8270331/posts/default/113796367357071310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-love-these-people.html' title='i love these people'/><author><name>titserchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965722320416540323</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-8270331.post-113669181699310638</id><published>2006-01-07T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T19:43:37.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ang buhay nga naman</title><content type='html'>depressed mode naman ako.. .. i hate this feeling...kakagalit ito...&lt;br /&gt;when i woke up this morning at 12:30 am, w/c is  my normal time to wake up due to my work.. i had a feeling this will be a dragging day....  i'm not in the mood to do anything, not in the mood to go to work, not in the mood to joke around, in short,  i'll be in sungit mode..&lt;br /&gt;what might be the cause of my depression...&lt;br /&gt;1.analyzing the year had past , 2005, what happened, any major developments? nada.... still the   same old me .. it seems no direction in life.. my god, i am freaking 27 already, it seems my life is so useless.. no directions, no serios goal, my career is POOF!!!!!! san na ba ako patutungo sa taong 2006.. so many questions but don't know the answers are..i'm lost right know&lt;br /&gt;2.alipin ako ng urbanidad na mundo, aliping ng celfon, alipin ng credit cards at alipin ng mga bagay na di naman kailangan.. sana kaya ko mabuhay na wala ito but mahirap na dahil naging alipin na ako... mattas nga ang sahaod, tumataas rin ang gastusin sa buhay..&lt;br /&gt;3.kailan kaya ako makatagpo ng taong seseryosohin ako.. parang lagi na lang akong naglalaro sa buhay and relasyon... seryoso naman akong tao. i know people find me such a "happy go lucky" person... seryoso ako sa buhay, promise... gusto ko lang laging masaya... pati mga lalaki, malas rin yata, bakit naman kasi lahatng matinong tao, taken na or baka di lang ako nakakakita ng katapat ko.... gusto ko magkapamilya and gusto magka-anak.. ayaw ko mag isa sa buhay.. salamt sa mga kaibigan ko na laging nandito para umintindi sa kabaliwan ko...&lt;br /&gt;alam ko walang makatulong sa akin kungdi sarili ko... ang tanong, paano??? kailangan ko ng mga tao na kumatok sa utak ko para magising sa katotohanan ant sa hinaharap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8270331-113669181699310638?l=thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/feeds/113669181699310638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8270331&amp;postID=113669181699310638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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don't want take the risk cause he can't promise anything??? when i received this, my reaction is ..................... &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/tsmileys2/19.gif" alt="Image" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/tsmileys2/19.gif" alt="Image" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/tsmileys2/19.gif" alt="Image" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; help!!!!! &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/tsmileys2/17.gif" alt="Image" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/tsmileys2/17.gif" alt="Image" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/tsmileys2/17.gif" alt="Image" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8270331-113251771014199786?l=thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/feeds/113251771014199786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8270331&amp;postID=113251771014199786' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8270331/posts/default/113251771014199786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8270331/posts/default/113251771014199786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/2005/11/question.html' title='question...'/><author><name>titserchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965722320416540323</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8270331.post-113180818588358994</id><published>2005-11-12T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T07:09:46.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy!!!</title><content type='html'>for the past few days, i'm in a mess, as in.. warak ang utak ko..laging tulala or crayola ng lang bigla ang lola.... but now, i'm happy as in happy.. ang gaang ng pakiramdam ko.. i'm thinking for reasons thaty might be the reasons for this.. and i conclude, these are:&lt;br /&gt;     1. i'm not pregnant!!!! wohoo!!!!! inuman na naman ito....&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/tsmileys2/01.gif" alt="Image" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/tsmileys2/01.gif" alt="Image" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/tsmileys2/01.gif" alt="Image" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/tsmileys2/04.gif" alt="Image" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     2. i love my friends esp my best friend...  i told him that i'm delayed and he really got    worried.  SMSed me almost everyday kung ano na ba... he event told me that i'f i'll be a mother,  mawawalan sya  ulit ng kaibigan.. what i told him is , madadagdagan pa nga sya ng bagong           friend eh...&lt;br /&gt;     3.  we're in speaking terms again... i broke up w/ my partner 2 weeks  ago, the 1 st week is such a  hell. discovered so many things  and last week,  i was able to see him.. he's the one who made  the first move , he's the one SMSed me first.. from that 1st SMS msg, we are able to clarify things first by exchanging msgs.. then he decided to go to my palce at 2 am.. i told him that he's not allowed to go to my place coz deado sya pagnakita sya ni sistraxx.. but deadma to the world ang lolo ko  coz punta pa rin sya.. at first, nagyayaya umalis, di ko pwede umalis nun kasi  lasing ako coz i came froma despidida party for my friend..  when i saw him,  i just relaized how much i miss so much... we had a talk and clarify things thigs coz  after the break up, we didn't have chance to talk things.. when we had a talk, he was able to explain  things why he was able to do those things on those things were the reasons for the break up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; if you guys are wondering if we are back together, NO!!!!! it's better this way..  friends.... we decided that we need to take things very slowly... he also told me that i'm his only  ex where she can only talk to....  hay.... buhay.. magulo talaga but at least, i'm back again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh btw, i met up w/ him again during my offs, so 2 nigts ko syang kasama but gimick lang talaga and helping him to look for a job.. wawa naman kasi 0ne month nang bum... friends lang talga kami and sabi nya kung magbabalikan kami, ayusin muna nya his issues w/ himself. and he still remember the promise that if ever we get old, arnd 32 and the both of us are still single, kami daw talaga, ako na pakakasalan nya..  so no comment ang lola nyo, di ba? but wala pa taga akong balak balikan sya, we're happy on the set up that we hacve right now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8270331-113180818588358994?l=thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/feeds/113180818588358994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8270331&amp;postID=113180818588358994' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8270331/posts/default/113180818588358994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8270331/posts/default/113180818588358994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/2005/11/happy.html' title='happy!!!'/><author><name>titserchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965722320416540323</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-8270331.post-113077843556232084</id><published>2005-10-31T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T09:07:18.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>goodnight and goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="fontbody01"&gt;I see through                            the pavement glass&lt;br /&gt;                          A silhouette resembling your face&lt;br /&gt;                          As incandescent light flares to touch your skin&lt;br /&gt;                          I remember your eyes, I remember your face.&lt;br /&gt;                         &lt;br /&gt;                          As the magic of the night cascades&lt;br /&gt;                          I see your smile beneath your face&lt;br /&gt;                          Each word that comes out of your lips&lt;br /&gt;                          Sweet voices of love, sweet memories of chaste.&lt;br /&gt;                         &lt;br /&gt;                          As the night slowly begins to fade&lt;br /&gt;                          I wish I could tell you what I know&lt;br /&gt;                          Someday somewhere you'd find me&lt;br /&gt;                          In a distant place, with summer and winter snow.&lt;br /&gt;                         &lt;br /&gt;                          The night ends under the twilight sky&lt;br /&gt;                          Questions unanswered as they lie&lt;br /&gt;                          I'll see you again someday, sometime&lt;br /&gt;                          For now it's goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;                         &lt;br /&gt;                          Cast me slowly into this lonesome night&lt;br /&gt;                          For now I have to say goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;                         &lt;br /&gt;                          "Goodnight..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8270331-113077843556232084?l=thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/feeds/113077843556232084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8270331&amp;postID=113077843556232084' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8270331/posts/default/113077843556232084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8270331/posts/default/113077843556232084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/2005/10/goodnight-and-goodbye.html' title='goodnight and goodbye'/><author><name>titserchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965722320416540323</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8270331.post-113060736525349723</id><published>2005-10-29T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T10:36:05.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>letting go...</title><content type='html'>if you're in relationship and it's not working out even if you really love the person, it's time to let go even it hurts but it's better for the both parties..  i broke up w/ my partner eve though it hurts but i have to.. here are the reasons why i broke up w/ him and i know the  reasons are justifiable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1. the relationship is a burden already...&lt;br /&gt; 2.  i'm not happy anymore...&lt;br /&gt; 3. you don't see any effort from your partner w/ all the sacrifeces you put on the relationship.&lt;br /&gt; 4. he lies to you...&lt;br /&gt; 5. the relationship was going nowhere..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my beleive if you're in a relationship, it's not only love that we need if we're in a committment, it involves certain responsibilites  also into it. we can't survive in love alone.. please message me if i'm wrong on this issue...  if people will ask me if i'm happy.. my answer is happy but also sad.. i'm caught in between. i'm happy coz i learned my lesson that love is not all we need and we can live even w/o a partner as long as you have friends...  but i'm also sad coz i got used, let's say familiarity... sending a msg , recdving  msg, saying goo morning or watsoever but life goes on ayt?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only thing i know is i'm back on the dating scene.. :) ;) ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8270331-113060736525349723?l=thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/feeds/113060736525349723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8270331&amp;postID=113060736525349723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8270331/posts/default/113060736525349723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8270331/posts/default/113060736525349723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/2005/10/letting-go.html' title='letting go...'/><author><name>titserchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965722320416540323</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-8270331.post-113017105348294374</id><published>2005-10-24T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T09:24:13.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>how girl i am?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#F88B8B;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 20% Boyish and 80% Girlish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#A7CEFF;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you're not a girl, you're very feminine.&lt;br /&gt;You're in touch with your feelings, and your heart rules you.&lt;br /&gt;A bit of a emotional roller coaster, one moment you're up and the next you're down.&lt;br /&gt;But no matter what, you try to be as cute and perky as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howboyishorgirlishareyouquiz/"&gt;How Boyish or Girlish Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8270331-113017105348294374?l=thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/feeds/113017105348294374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8270331&amp;postID=113017105348294374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8270331/posts/default/113017105348294374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8270331/posts/default/113017105348294374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/2005/10/how-girl-i-am.html' title='how girl i am?'/><author><name>titserchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965722320416540323</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-8270331.post-112817913038310651</id><published>2005-10-01T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T08:05:31.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what age do i act?</title><content type='html'>i just turned 27 last sept.26.. and accdg to this test, i act like a 22 year old person  which is 5 years younger to my real age which i find okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#F0FFF0;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 22 Years Old&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F8FFF8"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/cake.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/"&gt;What Age Do You Act?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8270331-112817913038310651?l=thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/feeds/112817913038310651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8270331&amp;postID=112817913038310651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8270331/posts/default/112817913038310651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8270331/posts/default/112817913038310651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/2005/10/what-age-do-i-act.html' title='what age do i act?'/><author><name>titserchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965722320416540323</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-8270331.post-112791548126477880</id><published>2005-09-28T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T06:51:21.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>how am i whe i am in love????</title><content type='html'>i am a really a giver.. soem people call me stupid coz i'm so blind that i still love or keep loving the person even when the people around me what kind of fool he is... love is crazy, blind and dangerous...  onthis test chrva, this is somewhat true.... people who knows me can attest to this result..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEE9E9;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How You Are In Love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howareyouinlovequiz/rose.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take a while to fall in love with someone. Trust takes time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You give and take equally in relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need your space and privacy. You don't like to be smothered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love your partner unconditionally and don't try to make them change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stay in love for a long time, even if you aren't loved back. When you fall, you fall hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howareyouinlovequiz/"&gt;How Are You In Love?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8270331-112791548126477880?l=thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/feeds/112791548126477880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8270331&amp;postID=112791548126477880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8270331/posts/default/112791548126477880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8270331/posts/default/112791548126477880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/2005/09/how-am-i-whe-i-am-in-love.html' title='how am i whe i am in love????'/><author><name>titserchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965722320416540323</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-8270331.post-112791505557402315</id><published>2005-09-28T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T06:44:15.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the true me!???</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="font-family: sans-serif; color: black; font-size: 11pt;" width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="8" cellpadding="5"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#B1F989"&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin: 0; border: 0;"&gt;The True You&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ABF795"&gt;You want your girlfriend or boyfriend to be more relaxed, calm, and composed.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#A5F4A0"&gt;With respect to money, you are a bit stingy.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#9FF2AC"&gt;You think good luck doesn't exist - reality is built on practicalities.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#98EFB7"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#92EDC3"&gt;You are tend to think about others' feelings a lot, perhaps because you are so eager to be liked.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#8CEACE"&gt;When it comes to finding a romantic partner, you will search and search until you find your perfect match.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whosthetrueyouquiz/"&gt;Who's the True You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8270331-112791505557402315?l=thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/feeds/112791505557402315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8270331&amp;postID=112791505557402315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8270331/posts/default/112791505557402315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8270331/posts/default/112791505557402315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/2005/09/true-me.html' title='the true me!???'/><author><name>titserchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965722320416540323</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-8270331.post-112726745257100339</id><published>2005-09-20T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T18:50:52.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>world's shortest personality test</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#E1E1E1;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Personality Profile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#E1E1E1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/worldsshortestpersonalitytest/blue.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are dependable, popular, and observant.&lt;br /&gt;Deep and thoughtful, you are prone to moodiness.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, your emotions tend to influence everything you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are unique, creative, and expressive.&lt;br /&gt;You don't mind waving your freak flag every once and a while.&lt;br /&gt;And lucky for you, most people find your weird ways charming!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/worldsshortestpersonalitytest/"&gt;The World's Shortest Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8270331-112726745257100339?l=thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/feeds/112726745257100339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8270331&amp;postID=112726745257100339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8270331/posts/default/112726745257100339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8270331/posts/default/112726745257100339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/2005/09/worlds-shortest-personality-test.html' title='world&apos;s shortest personality test'/><author><name>titserchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965722320416540323</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-8270331.post-112726591488452347</id><published>2005-09-20T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T18:25:14.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEE9E9;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Keys to Your Heart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/heart.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when your partner is patient and never willing to give up on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd like to your lover to think you are loyal and faithful... that you'll never change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was insecure and in constant need of reassurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal relationship is open. Both of you can talk about everything... no secrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think of marriage something you've always wanted... though you haven't really thought about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this moment, you think of love as something you don't need. You just feel like flirting around and playing right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/"&gt;What Are The Keys To Your Heart?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8270331-112726591488452347?l=thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/feeds/112726591488452347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8270331&amp;postID=112726591488452347' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8270331/posts/default/112726591488452347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5335/552/320/jlpacoustic.jpg" width="138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this is the cover of her  latest album... i love this albun so much.. actually, this is the acoustic version of her first album "jagged little pill".. i just love all the songs here... your money will not be wasted... my favorite song ever on this album is " head over feet".. there's a line on this song that i really like it :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've already won me over in spite of me&lt;br /&gt;Don't be alarmed if I fall head over feet&lt;br /&gt;Don't be surprised if I love you for all that you are&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help it&lt;br /&gt;It's all your fault&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la lang, gusto ko lang i-share.. wehehehe....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8270331-112719067741735707?l=thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8270331.post-112666210218910990</id><published>2005-09-13T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T18:41:42.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my baby!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5335/552/1600/1907200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5335/552/320/1907200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my love of my life kahit minsan KUPS sya...  if you were able to red my previous posts.. this the "friend" i'm talking about...we've going out since july of last year but we became a couple just this year.. . at first, i'm fime w/ the set-up no commintments but he asked me if we can be a couple w/ strings attached coz he find it weird that we go out  regularly and we're not allowed to date other people, we know each other whereabouts and he intoduced me already to his family during a family reunion, so  i said yes.... i'm very happy on what we have right now, we still fight, we still have "tampuhan" but we talk things now before the day ends compared before.... i just love this guy even if some people don't like him..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8270331-112666210218910990?l=thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/feeds/112666210218910990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8270331&amp;postID=112666210218910990' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8270331/posts/default/112666210218910990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8270331/posts/default/112666210218910990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-baby.html' title='my baby!!!!'/><author><name>titserchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965722320416540323</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-8270331.post-112665950698946782</id><published>2005-09-13T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T17:58:26.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sowi...</title><content type='html'>sowi.. i didn't update my blog for the longest time... i'm busy and nawalan ako ng gana magasulat but i making a promise that i'll be writing again regulary.... i'll do my regualr updates na po...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8270331-112665950698946782?l=thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/feeds/112665950698946782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8270331&amp;postID=112665950698946782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8270331/posts/default/112665950698946782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8270331/posts/default/112665950698946782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/2005/09/sowi.html' title='sowi...'/><author><name>titserchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965722320416540323</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-8270331.post-110503957946140628</id><published>2005-01-06T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T18:42:46.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new year</title><content type='html'>2004 is over but i have great memories with it... in the 2004, i was able to have a boyfriend and seems that our relationship is going strong... i was able to find a job immediately after i got retrenched from my teaching job and i was able to be with my sister again.. our humble abode got renovated and i have lots of new friends... 2005 started right... my friend M was able to intorduce me to his whole family and this is the first time for ever ( so happy, kilig!!!!)... there was a time during the reunion that i heard from him that he introduced me to his mom and to his dad as my "girlfriend" (kilig!!!)... i just hope that this year will be a good year for me like 2004... we'll just wait and see&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8270331-110503957946140628?l=thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/feeds/110503957946140628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8270331&amp;postID=110503957946140628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8270331/posts/default/110503957946140628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8270331/posts/default/110503957946140628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/2005/01/new-year.html' title='new year'/><author><name>titserchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965722320416540323</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-8270331.post-110410295572295943</id><published>2004-12-26T15:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T18:45:04.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my christmas!!!</title><content type='html'>for the whole day of the eve, i didn't had sleep at all. from work, i prepared the salad that i brought to our family reunion, went to the mall to do my  last minute shopping.. friends arrived to do some gift giving then a "friend" arrived to spend some hours with me as he promised.. when he left, i rung my bestfriend and had dinner with his family, went out to have coffee before the noche buena... while waiting for christmas, i cried, got depressed and got sad... hay, my friend arrived and told me "circumstances why i spent  christmas alone".. thank god, they went to my place and had some drinks to save me from my misery... i love my friends who saved me from my misery of spending christmas alone... i did enjoy the day itself, went our family house, to have some gathering.. went out late night with a "friend" and some group of people where we had videoke fest until the wee hours of the morning at antipolo... hay!!!! just wondering what will happen when i'll celebrate and welcome the coming year....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8270331-110410295572295943?l=thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/feeds/110410295572295943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8270331&amp;postID=110410295572295943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8270331/posts/default/110410295572295943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8270331/posts/default/110410295572295943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/2004/12/my-christmas.html' title='my christmas!!!'/><author><name>titserchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965722320416540323</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-8270331.post-110373790127462600</id><published>2004-12-22T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T10:26:20.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>merry christmas?!</title><content type='html'>christmas here in our country usually celebrates it with a family but in my case i'll not celebrate it with my family.. my sister and his husband will fly to davao on the eve.. i'll spend the eve and celebrate it with our househelp but i think my house help will go to her sister's house. if that is the case, i'll spend it alone.. i do have friends but i do envy them if i see them celebrating it with their family.. i spend christmas last year alone, i ate noche buena at our family friend's house and i had fun but it still it's different if you're going to spend it with your family... i don't know what will happed this christmas and how will i celebrate it. am i going to spend it with a frend, my friends or by myself.. just wondering coz every year i do get excited when the season arrives but as the day getting nearer, i'm getting depressed... gosh.. maybe just some holiday blues...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8270331-110373790127462600?l=thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/feeds/110373790127462600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8270331&amp;postID=110373790127462600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8270331/posts/default/110373790127462600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8270331/posts/default/110373790127462600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/2004/12/merry-christmas.html' title='merry christmas?!'/><author><name>titserchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965722320416540323</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-8270331.post-110288375881938918</id><published>2004-12-12T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T12:35:58.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>useless talents.....</title><content type='html'>we know for the fact right now that ABS - CBN is wasting too much money with their talents that are so useless and talentless ( if there's such a word)... They have certain talent who has an album and i'm wondering why he had an album and a career in showbusiness.. for god's sake!!! where did they got that guy... and his song is so _________.... no words can describe... like sandara parks, she doesn't know how to speak fluently in english or in filipino.. i was surprised when i watched an interview in kontrobersyal that all the thing she want in life is to be an artista and if she's not an artista, she'll be jst a palin houswife... what!!!! yes, sandara is pretty and that's it... she can't sing, dance nor act and people are going gaga over her and you see her face everyday and everywhere...that's the reason right now, why i seldom watch local tv shows because of talents like sandara and the likes. if we want the movie industry to be successful, tv networks and talentt agencies should have artistas that has talents talaga like angelica panganiban.. if you guys watched "santa santita". she's really good there... nanawagan lang po lamang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8270331-110288375881938918?l=thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/feeds/110288375881938918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8270331&amp;postID=110288375881938918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8270331/posts/default/110288375881938918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8270331/posts/default/110288375881938918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/2004/12/useless-talents.html' title='useless talents.....'/><author><name>titserchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965722320416540323</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-8270331.post-110253570676967937</id><published>2004-12-08T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T11:55:06.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>christamas jingle..</title><content type='html'>"on the 1st day of christmas, my trule love sent to me, isang malamig na san miguel beer"... familiar, ayt??? when i saw this ad, my head says, christmas is just around the corner... and it's true, when you go out, you can hear christmas songs everywhere... i've just noticed that on our neighborhood, when they do their christmas carolling there's a an order of songs they sing.. my favorite is when you give money to them, they'll not finish the song they're singing and they'll proceed to sing "we wish you a merry chrstmas, we wish you  a merry christmas, we wish you a merry christmas and  a happy new year.... thank you, thank you, thank you very much, thank you. merry chritsmas and happy new year." and this is my favorite christmas jingle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8270331-110253570676967937?l=thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/feeds/110253570676967937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8270331&amp;postID=110253570676967937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8270331/posts/default/110253570676967937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8270331/posts/default/110253570676967937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/2004/12/christamas-jingle.html' title='christamas jingle..'/><author><name>titserchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965722320416540323</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-8270331.post-110158762022750205</id><published>2004-11-27T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T12:33:40.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wala lang .....</title><content type='html'>can't wait for my vacation leave... when the holidays is getting nearer, the stress is getting argh!!! stress from work, from gift list, from the people surrounds you and everything.. i really need a break.. can't wait for my leave on dec. 31 - jan. 2.. wohoo!!! no work for new year!!! yipee!! christamas is coming, so what?! only the kids will enjoy it but for grown-ups, gastos ito!!! i told my friends already that only the kids will have gifts, no more for big people except for my sis, the brother-in-law, my super daday and to some to my close friends.... actually m going to work on christmas but no work for new year. i'd rather work during christmas coz less calls naman and we might get home early and my sis and the brother-in-law will spend their christmas at davao...i don't want to spend christmas alone...i spent christmas last yearalone and funnt thing i spent it w/ my best friend;s family and after the noche buena, i went to our family friend's house.. it was nice but still sad coz christmas supposed to be celebrated with family.. hay.. i just wish that this christmas will be different..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8270331-110158762022750205?l=thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/feeds/110158762022750205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8270331&amp;postID=110158762022750205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8270331/posts/default/110158762022750205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8270331/posts/default/110158762022750205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/2004/11/wala-lang.html' title='wala lang .....'/><author><name>titserchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965722320416540323</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-8270331.post-110045668193397962</id><published>2004-11-14T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T10:24:41.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dreams...</title><content type='html'>for the past week, i had dreams about  the friend but in different scenarios... i think, i dreamt of him for 4 times.. weird.... i told him about the dreams that i had and we are wondering why i have dreams about him.. i have a big question about dreams, is dreams are premonitions or opposite of the truth? what are dreams, by the way?  does it helps us to solve some issues we have, give us warning or what??? please help me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8270331-110045668193397962?l=thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/feeds/110045668193397962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8270331&amp;postID=110045668193397962' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8270331/posts/default/110045668193397962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8270331/posts/default/110045668193397962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/2004/11/dreams.html' title='dreams...'/><author><name>titserchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965722320416540323</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-8270331.post-109984504526820965</id><published>2004-11-07T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T08:30:45.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick...</title><content type='html'>i wasn't able to update my blog  for 2 weeks, i think.. the primary reason is, i was sick for the past week... i had fever last oct.31 - nov. 2... high-grade fever, 38 - 40 and i had chills... after the chills, i lost my voice for 2 days, ang ganda... sunod-sunod ang sakit.. i was able to go to the doctor last friday with my cousins and the friend... hitting two birds with one stone... the doctor told me that i need t0 have an urinalysis and cbc blood count.. the doctor did some test to me, he pound my lower back and pressed my lower abdomen.. i told them. it's painful.. advised me to go back after one hour for the lab results.. while waitinf for the lab results, we ate and the friend asked me to go somewhere and he bought something for me.. yes.. kilig ako...yihee.. date and check up at the same time. ano ba yun.. syempre, coz i know that i can go out that night so i asked the friend to meet me at the mall where the clinic is located also so we can meet up.. he got sad nga eh when i told him that i can't go out last friday coz he's expecting that we go out, our usual friday date but i can't , pass muna ako.. so for the past weekend, i had a wholesome weekend, lying on the bed, resting lang po..  did i mention, that i can't drink alcohol first coz i'm under medications again, i'm on drugs..... i think, i should control my alcohol intake coz that might be the cause of my sickness. did i mention what are the findings? by the way, i have problems in my kidneys, it's like the outer covering of my kidneys are infected and that is the reason why i had fever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8270331-109984504526820965?l=thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/feeds/109984504526820965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8270331&amp;postID=109984504526820965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8270331/posts/default/109984504526820965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8270331/posts/default/109984504526820965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/2004/11/sick.html' title='sick...'/><author><name>titserchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965722320416540323</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-8270331.post-109840509230387368</id><published>2004-10-21T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T17:31:32.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sbc wave1105</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/66867189@N00/986503/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.flickr.com/photos/986503_65ebda408c_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/66867189@N00/986503/"&gt;sbc wave1105&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/66867189@N00/"&gt;titser chi&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;this is my batch at convergys.. means sbc is our account, batch 11, class 5... this is a diveresed group... mix of different personalities...they played all the weirdest games they can think of such as bahay, bagyo, baboy, i love you baby and pupunta ako sa kapitbahay and a lot more... how we missed our trainig days... some of us are not working on the company but some still there ( ang tatag!!)... i just missed those nights after training, we go to gloria jeans to have a cup of coffee and rant or have lunch together before we attend the training.. how we can forget our friday habit at nipa hut in pasig... all of us would get drunk, di pala all of us, some of us lang pala (heheheeh)...we really enjoyed our transistion period but we have to go in seperate ways after the transi.. even if we are in diffrent teams already, i really treasure this team.. how i miss our friday gimmicks and our yosi breaks... as per anrnel told me... this group is so different even if we do not bale to see each other often, the bond is still there and the friendship remains.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8270331-109840509230387368?l=thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/feeds/109840509230387368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8270331&amp;postID=109840509230387368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8270331/posts/default/109840509230387368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8270331/posts/default/109840509230387368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/2004/10/sbc-wave1105.html' title='sbc wave1105'/><author><name>titserchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965722320416540323</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-8270331.post-109814515521392121</id><published>2004-10-18T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T17:19:15.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy kid</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/66867189@N00/936368/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.flickr.com/photos/936368_703d525939_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/66867189@N00/936368/"&gt;happy kid&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/66867189@N00/"&gt;titser chi&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;this my friend carlo.... i really love this guy... he's my confidant whenever i have problems, my coffee buddy every sunday and my movie date..always there for me.. i really miss this guy  coz he's in the u.s right now and he deserved that vacation.... he's such a jewel to me, can't live without him... shares many common interest especially on food. we love cheesecake especially the one from "the old spaghetti house"... we love to eat,as in lamon na po... can't wait for him coz i know pagdating  nya kakain na naman kami... he's my best friend but he doesn't know that. he knows my secrets and all my katarantaduhan.. heheheh... i just miss him.. he's such a happy kid, happy disposition in life... i know that he'll be a good director in the near future.. can't wait for that....&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8270331-109814515521392121?l=thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/feeds/109814515521392121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8270331&amp;postID=109814515521392121' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8270331/posts/default/109814515521392121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8270331/posts/default/109814515521392121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/2004/10/happy-kid.html' title='happy kid'/><author><name>titserchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965722320416540323</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-8270331.post-109771178396488830</id><published>2004-10-13T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T17:12:05.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BABY!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/66867189@N00/860288/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://www.flickr.com/photos/860288_de6f695d47_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/66867189@N00/860288/"&gt;baby&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/66867189@N00/"&gt;titser chi&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;here's a picture of my new nephew. my real nephew, son of my sister. i have nieces and nephews but from my cousins... he is so cute.... i think it looks like my sis... actually, until now, i don't know his name... my sis gave birth last oct. 6... i'm just so excited .. it's like i want to have my own na but no.. alam ko ang hirap magkaroon ng anak , not ready for all the respoonsibilities. i'm just  a proud tita for my nephew.. wish i could see him coz they're living in the states and i'm just going to see his pictures only but still, i'm a proud tita for this handsome baby....&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8270331-109771178396488830?l=thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/feeds/109771178396488830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8270331&amp;postID=109771178396488830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8270331/posts/default/109771178396488830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8270331/posts/default/109771178396488830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/2004/10/baby.html' title='BABY!!!'/><author><name>titserchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965722320416540323</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-8270331.post-109737312302745013</id><published>2004-10-09T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T18:52:03.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>214</title><content type='html'>my friend like this song so much.. everytime we go out, have a videoke fest or watch a band, he always requests for that song. i asked him last friday, why he like that so much, and he told me to listen to song.. yesterday, i had an "LSS" (last song syndrome) for the song 214... i tried to read it but there's nothing special to it. i'll post the lyrics, if anyome can give a feedback//enlighten me about the song: 214 by rivermaya&lt;br /&gt;Am I real?&lt;br /&gt;Do the words I speak before you&lt;br /&gt;Make you feel&lt;br /&gt;That the love I have for you&lt;br /&gt;Will see no ending?&lt;br /&gt;Well, if you look into my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Then you should know&lt;br /&gt;That there is nothing here to doubt&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to fear&lt;br /&gt;And you can lay your questions down&lt;br /&gt;'Cause if you'll hold me&lt;br /&gt;We can fade into the night&lt;br /&gt;And you'll know&lt;br /&gt;The world could die&lt;br /&gt;And everything may lie&lt;br /&gt;Still you shouldn't cry&lt;br /&gt;'Cause time may pass&lt;br /&gt;But longer than it'll last&lt;br /&gt;I'll be by your side&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand&lt;br /&gt;And gently close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;So you could understand&lt;br /&gt;That there's no greater love tonight&lt;br /&gt;Than what I've for you&lt;br /&gt;Well, if you feel the same way for me&lt;br /&gt;Then let go&lt;br /&gt;We can journey to a garden no one knows&lt;br /&gt;Life is short, my darling&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that you love me&lt;br /&gt;So we can fade into the night&lt;br /&gt;And you'll know&lt;br /&gt;The world could die&lt;br /&gt;And everything may lie&lt;br /&gt;Still you shoudn't cry&lt;br /&gt;'Cause time may pass&lt;br /&gt;And everything won't last&lt;br /&gt;But I'll be by your side&lt;br /&gt;Forever by your side&lt;br /&gt;So you won't cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8270331-109737312302745013?l=thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/feeds/109737312302745013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8270331&amp;postID=109737312302745013' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8270331/posts/default/109737312302745013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8270331/posts/default/109737312302745013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/2004/10/214.html' title='214'/><author><name>titserchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965722320416540323</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-8270331.post-109727777604693853</id><published>2004-10-08T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T21:12:00.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>has been broken</title><content type='html'>the promise has been broken last thurdsday early morning... i feel so betrayed, made a promise but it was broken.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8270331-109727777604693853?l=thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/feeds/109727777604693853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8270331&amp;postID=109727777604693853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8270331/posts/default/109727777604693853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8270331/posts/default/109727777604693853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/2004/10/has-been-broken.html' title='has been broken'/><author><name>titserchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965722320416540323</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-8270331.post-109693583185363142</id><published>2004-10-04T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T17:23:51.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sick....</title><content type='html'>i'm sick... i'm sick since sunday until now, think had a flu coz my body temp reaches 38.6 and my muscles are so painful.... all i wanna do is sleep but how will i sleep.. whenever i try to close my eyes to sleep, i can't... like last night, i was in bed around 9 pm but i was bale to sleep aroud midnight. great ur sick and you only have 5 hours of sleep. i've been this ( having hard time to sleep) for a week already... have to work, i got chills right now but still working... wish i could stay home and sleep all day.. wish me luck..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8270331-109693583185363142?l=thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/feeds/109693583185363142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8270331&amp;postID=109693583185363142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8270331/posts/default/109693583185363142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8270331/posts/default/109693583185363142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/2004/10/sick.html' title='sick....'/><author><name>titserchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965722320416540323</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-8270331.post-109676410565887407</id><published>2004-10-02T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T20:23:21.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>very bad....</title><content type='html'>i was so bad.. i was absent last saturday at my job coz i was drunk.. heheheh..that shoukdn't be the case, right? but still absent pa rin.. i'll file it as a Sick Leave..... why am i absent last saturday coz i went out last friday with my friends... i really had fun as in fun... i got suprised with my friend coz he danced last friday and he's not the type that you'll see him in club dancing .. all he want to do is drink, that's it but no... he danced until his feet sores... heheheheh...i'm so happy rin last friday coz i was able to meet the cousins of my friend, meeting the family, yikes!!!! kulang na lang ang mom and dad nya.... heheheh, afraid ako when that time comes but feel happy rin ako.. . as in super fun last friday, can't imagine him dancing and he stood pa sa stool para sumayaw and once in blue moon nya yun ginagawa.... when i was home, i SMSed him just to tell him that i'm was home already and i had fun, he replied and told me .... those words that i'm afraid of... what will i say??? until now, haven't reply to that message.... don't know if it's the proper time na to accept his proposal or what? until now, not yet sure if i'm ready to commit but we're contsant dating... now what??? (ang labo nito!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8270331-109676410565887407?l=thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/feeds/109676410565887407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8270331&amp;postID=109676410565887407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8270331/posts/default/109676410565887407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8270331/posts/default/109676410565887407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/2004/10/very-bad.html' title='very bad....'/><author><name>titserchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965722320416540323</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-8270331.post-109659124332446979</id><published>2004-09-30T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T17:40:43.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>promise</title><content type='html'>my friend made a promise to me last tuesday night. why he make a promise? we're trying to see if he can control one thing that he loves to do. what's the prize behind the promise? i'll give him the thing he wants for christmas and what's instore for me? he'll never do the thing that i don't like that he always does . how will i know if he's not doing it anymore, easy, kami na ang nadalas magkasa and if he'll go put with his friends , i know what they're going to do coz someone will report to me thatr he doesn't know.. heheheeh, ang daya....promises are made to be broken but i hope not this time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8270331-109659124332446979?l=thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/feeds/109659124332446979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8270331&amp;postID=109659124332446979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8270331/posts/default/109659124332446979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8270331/posts/default/109659124332446979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/2004/09/promise.html' title='promise'/><author><name>titserchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965722320416540323</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-8270331.post-109635621587857817</id><published>2004-09-28T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T00:23:35.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>celebration</title><content type='html'>i just celebrated my birthday last sunday... i had fun by the way.. the celebration started on the eve of my day. i went out with my friend coz he told me that he has plans for me, really now???? anyways, i  went out, we went to a bar  near to our place then the usual, we drink lots of beer but to my surprise, i didn't spend a cent. my friend paid for my drink, weow!!!! then some friends arrived and met some friends still in the same bar...  we went to a billiard hall, waited for some friends and my friend plus his friends played billiards. i just watched coz i really don't play that sport but i appreciate watching that.. the some friends arrived, they went to another place to hang out..  then went home around 7 am. if you're going to look at it, it seems there's nothing special happened during that day but the reason why i had is due to the peole that  i'm with during that day. we're not that close, just met them for a few months but the thing is they made me happy during my day even if we're not that close...just felt so good....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8270331-109635621587857817?l=thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/feeds/109635621587857817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8270331&amp;postID=109635621587857817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8270331/posts/default/109635621587857817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8270331/posts/default/109635621587857817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/2004/09/celebration.html' title='celebration'/><author><name>titserchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965722320416540323</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-8270331.post-109599630957156353</id><published>2004-09-23T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T20:55:08.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>super daday!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/66867189@N00/546064/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://www.flickr.com/photos/546064_30166aa5c2_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/66867189@N00/546064/"&gt;super_d&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/66867189@N00/"&gt;titser chi&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;this is our ever loyal daday, daday our love, our super daday... she's been with us since december of 2000, before my mom left for the u.s. she is so efficient, responsible, trustworthy, funny, witty, super cook and a lot more.  she's our official bill payer and my official depositor//withdrawer to my bank.. she's been doing that for almost 3 years already... i love her one liner anecdotes and her laugh...  i remember that she received a call from someone pretending to be a concerned human being and was asked by mom to go to my place to get some money coz my sister had an accident , in short, may tumawag na dugo-dugong.. she told the culprit that my mom was in the u.s and my sister just left few minutes ago... she SMSed me and my sister regarding that matter and we asked not to leave the house and call our security and inform them that if someone will go tour place that they don'y know, don't allow that stranger to enter out humble village... i remember pa, someone called and looking for my dad, she told the caller " Si alberto, patay na yun eh".. (accompanied with a very high-pitch voice)... when she had a summer break, we  missed her so much because no daday to cook, to ask to buy yosi to our neighboor and to iron my clothes.. how can i tell her that she is so efficient, i just tell her the brand of my clothes that i'm going to wear and she knows where to find it and she'll iron it... wothout her, our lives will be in mess.... DAday is the BEST, DADAY is the BOMB!!!&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8270331-109599630957156353?l=thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/feeds/109599630957156353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8270331&amp;postID=109599630957156353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8270331/posts/default/109599630957156353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8270331/posts/default/109599630957156353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/2004/09/super-daday.html' title='super daday!!!'/><author><name>titserchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965722320416540323</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-8270331.post-109598004568475555</id><published>2004-09-23T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T18:35:32.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>babaeng operada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/66867189@N00/544517/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://www.flickr.com/photos/544517_f5f5ecf477_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/66867189@N00/544517/"&gt;babaeng operada&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/66867189@N00/"&gt;titser chi&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;this picture was taken last aug. 13, 2004, a day after my operation. i had an appendectomy last august 12, 2004... people asked me what are the symptoms of acute appendicitis.. the side of my tummy is painful and i thought it was just gas, and my tummy hurts around 1  in the afternoon, aug 11,2004. so i went home after work, but still my tummy hurts... that afternoon, i drank a shot baileys in inable for me to sleep early. but no to avail, even if i got drunk, my tummy still aches and i can't sleep. 8 in the evening, i'm crying coz the pain is so intolerable, my sister arrived and she rushed me to the hospital... in the hospital, the doctor told me that i have to admitted coz they have to remove my appendix... i'm so maarte, i want a private room w/ my toilet and bath and t.v and phone.. my sister told me that i should stay ina hoyel.. heheheh. the day of my operation, i went under an ultrasound, heheheh, they saw something againin me and it is under observation now and i ahd an ecg... my friend arrived and she help me to prepare for the operation.. i was laghing when my friend helping me but i'm so scared during that time.. the time of my operation... the doctor, injected some anesthesia and some "pampatulog but still i'm awake, 2nd shot, no to avail then on the 3rd shot , bam.... sleeping like a baby..... when i woke up, they're lot of things attached to me, i asked the nurse in the recovery room to remove it and i want to go back to my room na.. and to my surprise, they attached something on my "thing" for my wiwi, and it so itchy.... i'm shouting that night that i want that "thing" to be removed... i'm so hungry also coz since wednesday night i haven't eaten a single thing and not allowed to drink water.... what a life!!!! my favorite part during that time is whenever the nurse comes in to give my painkiller shots!!!! whenver the nurse give me my shots, after that, i feel that i'm so strong, i'm hallucinating.. that was my favorite part during that time... hehehhe.. . i lost a part of me, but what a heck, the organ that they removed it useless.....&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8270331-109598004568475555?l=thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/feeds/109598004568475555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8270331&amp;postID=109598004568475555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8270331/posts/default/109598004568475555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8270331/posts/default/109598004568475555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/2004/09/babaeng-operada.html' title='babaeng operada'/><author><name>titserchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965722320416540323</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-8270331.post-109591896607153204</id><published>2004-09-22T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T23:23:12.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pay phone gang</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px; WIDTH: 260px; HEIGHT: 213px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/66867189@N00/536550/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" height="180" alt="" src="http://www.flickr.com/photos/536550_14d2d4673f_m.jpg" width="248" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/66867189@N00/536550/"&gt;pay phone gang1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/66867189@N00/"&gt;titser chi&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;my friends.... these are my friends since panty days. panty days means when we can go out wearing our undies only and running around under the scorching heat of the sun... i remember we play all kinds of street games ( you name it, we played it....) from 10/20 to pantintero to agawan base... we remained friends until now.. 3 of them have their own family, myla ( the one in glasses), cheryll ( the 1 on the right) and sasa (the one beside me). by the way, i am the aeta girl standing on the left and carlo ( the only guy in the picture). if you notice, there's a singit , you can only see the forehead plus some eyes , that's caryn (sasa's offspring)... we've been through a lot from petty quarrels when we're kids such as dayaan sa game or who'll be the leader when we play games and such likes... we used to dance a lot when we were kids especially during "fiesta" and christamas gatherings in our humble neighborhood. ahahah, i remember there was a dance contest, and we were in seperate groups.. all of us danced :Ice Ice BAby"... so funny... then sasa's group won, we protested and coz we felt dinaya kami... ahahah, so jologs..... as we grow old, especially our puberty days,,, boys were our favorite topic, crush ni o si o then si o pala may crush kay m tapos away na......mereon pa, naging boyfirend ni m si m tapos naging boyfriend rin ni m si m.. hahahaha, syempre away yan pero but now, we just laughed about it.. hahahahah... and story goes on... we seldom see other nowadays coz we're so busy.. we just got together last time when myla was here coz she's had a vacation here for 6 weeks coz she stays in the aussie land already... we just see each other whenever the offsprings of my friends are celebrating their birthdays,, like this coming saturday (9/25/04), chloe's birthday (cheryll's offspring).. so i'm expecting that i'm going to see my friends... even if we see rarely, the bond is still there, and if you're going to ask me what is the bond, we don't know, a mystery that no one knows...&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8270331-109591896607153204?l=thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/feeds/109591896607153204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8270331&amp;postID=109591896607153204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8270331/posts/default/109591896607153204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8270331/posts/default/109591896607153204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/2004/09/pay-phone-gang.html' title='pay phone gang'/><author><name>titserchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965722320416540323</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-8270331.post-109591891512813997</id><published>2004-09-22T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T22:55:15.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/66867189@N00/536551/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.flickr.com/photos/536551_67412f349b_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/66867189@N00/536551/"&gt;beach&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/66867189@N00/"&gt;titser chi&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;so sirene and so pretty...&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8270331-109591891512813997?l=thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/feeds/109591891512813997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8270331&amp;postID=109591891512813997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8270331/posts/default/109591891512813997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8270331/posts/default/109591891512813997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/2004/09/beach.html' title='beach'/><author><name>titserchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965722320416540323</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-8270331.post-109590480217855346</id><published>2004-09-22T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T19:48:37.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>leaving </title><content type='html'>for a fact, i hate the concept "leaving"... the thought that someone will leave you w/o saying a word or explaining to why they have to do that. the question is why do they have to leave you?????... when my friend left for the states 2 years ago, i cried and felt sad.. . he doesn't know that he is my bestfriend... i felt alone when he left coz there is no one for me to pester in the middle of the night.. no more sunday coffee or no tagalog movie buddy.... why people have to leave, to move, they hate you, and they don't want to see you anymore... i do understand that people have to leave to have better career like people going to other countries to earn more but what i don't understand are those people have to leave you coz they just want to, they try to explain things why do they have to do that but no valid explanation.... don't they know they hurt someone's feeling when they do that, don't they give importance to the memories that they've shared... hahahah DRAMA QUEEN!!!!. honestly speaking, i hate goodbyes and i'd rather be the one to leave instaed the one who will be left behind eventhough it hurts.. so, it's so ironic , i hate the concept of leaving but i'm the one who always leaves,, shit !!! ang labo nito....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8270331-109590480217855346?l=thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/feeds/109590480217855346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8270331&amp;postID=109590480217855346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8270331/posts/default/109590480217855346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8270331/posts/default/109590480217855346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/2004/09/leaving.html' title='leaving '/><author><name>titserchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965722320416540323</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-8270331.post-109582347447009079</id><published>2004-09-21T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T20:24:34.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday</title><content type='html'>every year when the month of september arrives, i get so depressed. most probably because my birthday is approaching. i'm getting again, and it feel so different this year. maybe beacuse i'm getting 26, yes 26.. i know that is not too old but but when i say i'm getting 26, people say, " ang tanda mo na ( you're so old)... i  usually analyze things when my birthday is coming , how much money i saved, what i was able to acheive during the previous year and where am i going to my career and stuff like that... i don't know why do i feel this way every year. it seems that i'am expecting something to happen but i get disappointed when the the thing i am expecting will not happen (tama ba ang grammar ko?)... like this year, i am expecting somethig b7ut don't want to get disappointed.. hay............. people are asking me if i'm going to have a mini party this eyar coz every year i do have that but this year i say , nahhhh.... no money.. i have a plan already, i'll sleep for the whole day so no one will pester me to treat them.. no naman, i'm nice, i'll just tell them , it's my birthday and they should be the one who'll treat me. just a secret, my firend told me that he's gooing to give me a surprise this year, but i know it will suprise if that suprise will not happen.. heheheh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8270331-109582347447009079?l=thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/feeds/109582347447009079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8270331&amp;postID=109582347447009079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8270331/posts/default/109582347447009079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8270331/posts/default/109582347447009079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/2004/09/birthday.html' title='birthday'/><author><name>titserchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965722320416540323</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-8270331.post-109574011956618237</id><published>2004-09-20T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T21:15:19.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>drunkard....</title><content type='html'>last saturday, i went to my aunt's house in marikina with my sister, my brother-in-law plus a friend... I 'm so excited to go there because it's going to be drinking spree galore... drink all you can and don't know until when, only god knows when... i served beer to my friend then the highlight arrived, the curevo... i drank 4 bottles of beer and 4 shots pf tequila..  at first, i'm not really drunk but when we went hoem, i puked on the car ... like, shit!!!! ang baho, sira poise ko.. i made a bet with my friend pa naman buti n lang walang price kasi talo talaga ako.. after 3 years, ngayon lang ako nalasing. my maid joked that ako malalasing, until 7 am i can drink the tequila kang pala ang magpapabagsak sa akin, ayoko ko na si jose na ang last name ay cuervo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8270331-109574011956618237?l=thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/feeds/109574011956618237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8270331&amp;postID=109574011956618237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8270331/posts/default/109574011956618237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8270331/posts/default/109574011956618237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/2004/09/drunkard.html' title='drunkard....'/><author><name>titserchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965722320416540323</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-8270331.post-109539832443177792</id><published>2004-09-16T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T22:18:44.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PMS</title><content type='html'>i hate this feeling.. 2nd week to 3rd week of every month i feel this.. I am so masungit... lahat inaaway ko pagdating ng panahon na ito... Mga amerikanong tanga, my super daday, my ate, my friends pati ang aso namin na walang kamalay-malay, nasusungitan ko.. bakit naman kasi nararamdaman o dumadating ito sa mga kababaihan.. ang daya noh... ang sungit mo na, ang takaw pa.. parang lahat gusto kong kainin, mula sa daing hangang sa mamahaling cake, gustong kainin.. walang kabusugan, antukin pa sa panahon na ganito.. ang laki pa ng tyan and puson... hay... after this, here comes the " &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;monthly visitor&lt;/span&gt;"... when this visitor arrives, you can't move so much, can't wear white jeans, feels so hot, terrible stomach cramps, so sleepy,, then sudden gushness once in a while. it's like you want to live insdie the washroom especially if it's on the 2nd or third day.. during this time, i wish i am a xy chromosone.. what the heck,having a xx chromosones in our body is such a wonderful thing.. we are the one who has the capability of having wonderful offsprings.. and having that is the most imoprtant thig in order to have offsprings..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8270331-109539832443177792?l=thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/feeds/109539832443177792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8270331&amp;postID=109539832443177792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8270331/posts/default/109539832443177792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8270331/posts/default/109539832443177792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/2004/09/pms.html' title='PMS'/><author><name>titserchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965722320416540323</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-8270331.post-109530356817026974</id><published>2004-09-15T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T19:59:28.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>things i learned from intergender friendships</title><content type='html'>THE PREMISE of this article lies on the principle that sometimes, loving a person doesn't mean it has to be romantic and loving a person for the rest of your life doesn't mean you have to end up marrying them. Can a man and a woman just be friends? I'd say yes and they should be.&lt;br /&gt;Hindi dahil kinaibigan ka, liligawan ka na. Not every guy who befriends you has an ulterior motive. Get over yourself. Don't flatter yourself. There is a reason why he befriended you, but don't automatically assume that it's because he wants to be your so-called boyfriend. If this will be the principle you'll follow every time someone asks you to be his friend, you're gonna miss a great deal from the friendship.&lt;br /&gt;Hindi dahil mabait sa iyo, nililigawan ka na. There are people who are naturally sweet and kind. There are people who are innately good and no matter how wicked you seem, they just find it so easy to be kind to you. It doesn't mean he is courting you. Don't put yourself through unnecessary stress trying to figure out if he's courting you or not. Because I think if he is, you won't have to guess, you'll know and you'll be very certain about it.&lt;br /&gt;Hindi dahil he talks to you a lot, he loves you na. You don't befriend a person if you absolutely abhor him, right? Chances are you make sense when he talks to you, or you're probably very patient listening to him. The two of you probably connect on some level but why does it always have to be assumed to be romantic? Being two intelligent, mature human beings, you need to accept that it's nice to share a cup of coffee over a stimulating conversation, and that you don't have to automatically put romantic connotation to it. Relieve yourself of the pressure. It's just coffee and a shared interest.&lt;br /&gt;Hindi dahil cute ang friend mo, crush/love mo na siya. This is the most amusing thing that hit me lately. People always assume that because your friend is cute or should I say, hot (because cute is a word you describe your high school crush while hot is a word you use to describe a hunk), "lakas amats mo na for repapips!" Let me just say this, at least from my own personal experience, I'm just nearsighted, I haven't gone blind. I can still appreciate God's creation! However, there will always be weird things, crazy things, stupid things that will keep you, believe me, from having a crush on him. First of all, you'd know his history with women, enough to judge what's good for you. Second, don't you just hate it when a guy who's absolutely always put together, who looks intelligent enough pronounces the word country as "kawntri" and the word mango as "meynggo." Call me crazy for judging a person just because he can't pronounce these words right. I admit, I'm crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Hindi dahil you hang out with each other most of the time, you'd end up being boyfriend-girlfriend. Self-explanatory... There are a thousand, no million different reasons why things don't always turn out that way. There is no one proven formula. For all we know, the reason why he likes hanging out with you is because he likes getting kikay tips from you. He probably plans on being kikay himself and he needs a mentor.&lt;br /&gt;A dinner with a guy friend does not necessarily mean equate to a date. Especially if you're paying for your share no. Hello? Three things to consider: the place, the topic and how the two of you actually planned to meet. First, how it was planned. If it were a date expect that he would ask you out at least three days before the actual date to give you some lead time, to give you the notion that you are not just a filler on his schedule. Second, the place. If it were a real date, the both of you would want real food and a place where you could really talk things through. Don't go out with a guy to a movie on Friday night if you're really serious about him. Going to a movie is more like treating him like a "filler" just because you had nothing to do on a Friday night so you might as well go out. Topic. Ha! You wouldn't be talking about chikang artista, chikang opisina or argue if the one girl's boobs are real or not. You would be probably talking about sensible, quite personal stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I therefore conclude that platonic relationships are never complicated; people just have tendencies to complicate them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8270331-109530356817026974?l=thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/feeds/109530356817026974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8270331&amp;postID=109530356817026974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8270331/posts/default/109530356817026974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8270331/posts/default/109530356817026974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/2004/09/things-i-learned-from-intergender.html' title='things i learned from intergender friendships'/><author><name>titserchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965722320416540323</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-8270331.post-109520641947350344</id><published>2004-09-14T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T17:00:19.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss</title><content type='html'>if you are in the philippines and love to watch tv, you might notice the "lucky me" ad. the ad goes like this, "paboritong itlog, paboritong noodels" (in tune of "ako ay may aso").. the kids are are inside the egg and they are so cute. I used to teach pre-school kids before.. The fun to it is they make you laugh each day and how they appreciate all the the things even if the smallest things that we grown-ups re disregard.. When i'm with my angels and with my babies, they make my day, they make me laugh with all  those anecdotes. my co-teachers can attest to that... at first, i thought that i don't have a knack for teqching but no, i was very wrong. working with kids is the best, it's a two way relationshiop, they can learn from you such as the basic things we learn from school and at the same time the principles in life that they will bring in life as they grow up... i learned a lot of things from them, how to be a kid again, appreciate life even the small things and a lot more.. i really those days whe we sing our morning songs and the kids will suggest a new step for that... or when they hug you and say "i love you teacher"... i even remember that one student of mine gave a me a purple flower and say ilove you when entered the room. it just melt my heart... being a teacher is a vication, no financial reward but the fulfillment that you get is so awesome... how i just miss teaching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8270331-109520641947350344?l=thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/feeds/109520641947350344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8270331&amp;postID=109520641947350344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8270331/posts/default/109520641947350344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8270331/posts/default/109520641947350344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-miss.html' title='i miss'/><author><name>titserchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965722320416540323</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-8270331.post-109479112270761145</id><published>2004-09-09T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T21:38:42.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmmm.....</title><content type='html'>why do we want something that is very impossible for us to get it. it's like this, i liked this certain guy , i really liked him.. it's like i'm the one who is courting him. my friend just told me why do like him even if i have some suitors that are better than him.. it's like why do we like someone that it's very hard for us to have it. .. the reason behind this is i'm constantly looking for challenge.. this  challenge is the one who molds my personailty and my perspective in my life...challenge is an essential part of this human life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8270331-109479112270761145?l=thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/feeds/109479112270761145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8270331&amp;postID=109479112270761145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8270331/posts/default/109479112270761145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8270331/posts/default/109479112270761145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsoftitserchi.blogspot.com/2004/09/hmmmm.html' title='hmmmm.....'/><author><name>titserchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965722320416540323</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></feed>
