<?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-8537219294983568930</id><updated>2011-11-28T07:17:31.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PRIVY L_REESE</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecirual.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537219294983568930/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecirual.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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/&gt;fulfilled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537219294983568930-7362409827817184779?l=ecirual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecirual.blogspot.com/feeds/7362409827817184779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537219294983568930&amp;postID=7362409827817184779' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537219294983568930/posts/default/7362409827817184779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537219294983568930/posts/default/7362409827817184779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecirual.blogspot.com/2009/11/motherhood.html' title=''/><author><name>ecirual</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XHYXSSfX-WY/St5mN7CIr7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/shYUO5jznzo/S220/Reese001+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537219294983568930.post-772414384325866408</id><published>2009-10-21T09:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T09:51:52.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 October 21</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i can't believe its been this long since ive blogged. i just read my old posts and couldnt help but laugh about what i wrote. everything has changed since then... things are a whole lot better. waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay better and yeah, let me mention.. normal. *wink..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;now, just to update you my dear site about my life. im not single no more. yeah, im dating someone. next topic. heheheh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;same friends , geographically apart from others ( i miss toni and debi ) , bigger dreams, more ambitious and more bonded with an addition of very cool people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537219294983568930-772414384325866408?l=ecirual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecirual.blogspot.com/feeds/772414384325866408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537219294983568930&amp;postID=772414384325866408' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537219294983568930/posts/default/772414384325866408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537219294983568930/posts/default/772414384325866408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecirual.blogspot.com/2009/10/2009-october-21.html' title='2009 October 21'/><author><name>ecirual</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XHYXSSfX-WY/St5mN7CIr7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/shYUO5jznzo/S220/Reese001+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537219294983568930.post-1220989253167154798</id><published>2009-01-09T11:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T11:32:42.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i am so crushed. bleeding. i don't know what to do. i can't do this anymore. why does it have to be like this? they all tell me that i will be ok. that's my spiel too when someone is in my state. its so easy to mouth the words but so hard to achieve it. have i given it all? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;my friends keep telling me im strong. but i wanna weak. i can't take it anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537219294983568930-1220989253167154798?l=ecirual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecirual.blogspot.com/feeds/1220989253167154798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537219294983568930&amp;postID=1220989253167154798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537219294983568930/posts/default/1220989253167154798'/><link rel='self' 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style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;i feel pain over your betrayal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;but no regrets coz i loved unconditionally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;heal heal heal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;in time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537219294983568930-6516219820276929338?l=ecirual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecirual.blogspot.com/feeds/6516219820276929338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537219294983568930&amp;postID=6516219820276929338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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oct.28. i had a long vacation from blogging. its not that i didn't have anything to write. i was more indulged in talking than writing. now im back. and i have a lot to share. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;just a recap:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;dec. 26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;i had a huge fight with Mr.A where i ended up leaving the crib. i had my share of insults and 1 slap that day. but what hurt the most was when Mr.A blurted out she likes someone else.I didn't believe her. 7 years. Did i tell you we had been together for 7 years? Well, going back, i didnt believe what she said. I wasn't hysterical. I left, hurting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;dec. 27&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;home. home sweet home. slept the whole day. too exhausted. from work and pain. hmm that rhymed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;dec. 28&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;i bought cleaning materials. to distract me. had to clean my cluttered room. been ignored for months and i felt it was the time for me to give it some attention.got tired. i logged in to the internet. and i became evil. i accessed something that wasn't mine. i dont know if i should regret this day or not. but alas, here it was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;an ex of Mr. A was my first suspect. I found out that Mr. A requested for the chat id of ex. pretending to be Mr. A, we started talking and a name was mentioned. Oli. i confronted Mr. A and she said its not the ex she likes but the cousin. I figured it was Oli. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;dec. 29&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;i was so proud yet very hurt. i was attacking Mr. A. Insults here and there. I couldn't believe it. I was so hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;well to make the story short.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;i found out that Mr. A really was cheating. and i still couldnt believe it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;but Mr. A chose me and promised not to contact Oli ever again. Yeah, it was Oli. And when Oli and i talked, she confirmed they have a 3 day old relationship. Mr. A swore to end it and that it was me she loved. it was over by Jan. 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;we were together all the time. there were still some petty fights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;chat id is no longer accessible to Mr. A. She leaves the cellphone behind too so i wont doubt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;things were better, i believe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;i went home jan 6. i wanted to trust Mr. A. for the past 7 years, she never did this to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;i went home jan 7 to our crib. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;the laptop was there. i still felt the need to spy. Im good at it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;and there i found out..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;theyre talking again. new chat id. but theyre talking again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;i didnt attack Mr. A. ill pretend i dont know. We'll see..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537219294983568930-989486637440709815?l=ecirual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecirual.blogspot.com/feeds/989486637440709815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537219294983568930&amp;postID=989486637440709815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537219294983568930/posts/default/989486637440709815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537219294983568930/posts/default/989486637440709815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecirual.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-backwith-so-much-drama.html' title='im back..with so much drama!'/><author><name>ecirual</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XHYXSSfX-WY/St5mN7CIr7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/shYUO5jznzo/S220/Reese001+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537219294983568930.post-4199614147870356004</id><published>2008-10-28T19:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T19:42:49.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>randoms..thoughts emotions dreams...</title><content type='html'>no lengthy blogs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am bitter when i look at you laugh with them. the family that you call your own. i don't have that. not by fate but by choice. i have secluded myself from my comfort. you did not ask for it- i let it happen. it was the easiest way to make you SEE i care. YES! SEE- not feel. You refuse to FEEL i care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537219294983568930-4199614147870356004?l=ecirual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecirual.blogspot.com/feeds/4199614147870356004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537219294983568930&amp;postID=4199614147870356004' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537219294983568930/posts/default/4199614147870356004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537219294983568930/posts/default/4199614147870356004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecirual.blogspot.com/2008/10/randomsthoughts-emotions-dreams.html' title='randoms..thoughts emotions dreams...'/><author><name>ecirual</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XHYXSSfX-WY/St5mN7CIr7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/shYUO5jznzo/S220/Reese001+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537219294983568930.post-5598889304667257000</id><published>2008-10-16T12:58:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T13:24:21.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XHYXSSfX-WY/SPbPvc3128I/AAAAAAAAADo/X_bguJ7JTGg/s1600-h/ellenwedding5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257618029112843202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XHYXSSfX-WY/SPbPvc3128I/AAAAAAAAADo/X_bguJ7JTGg/s200/ellenwedding5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XHYXSSfX-WY/SPbPXVXze1I/AAAAAAAAADg/iRIfo29zVhw/s1600-h/ellenwedding4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257617614782561106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XHYXSSfX-WY/SPbPXVXze1I/AAAAAAAAADg/iRIfo29zVhw/s200/ellenwedding4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XHYXSSfX-WY/SPbPPTCSF3I/AAAAAAAAADY/MVYG1vYbgDc/s1600-h/clip2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257617476716468082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XHYXSSfX-WY/SPbPPTCSF3I/AAAAAAAAADY/MVYG1vYbgDc/s320/clip2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XHYXSSfX-WY/SPbOjzISq4I/AAAAAAAAADQ/p61B2FK_4T4/s1600-h/clip1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257616729417362306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XHYXSSfX-WY/SPbOjzISq4I/AAAAAAAAADQ/p61B2FK_4T4/s320/clip1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i came across ellen's site. this really inspired me. i love our world. anything can happen if we allow it. in our hearts, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;we are rea&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537219294983568930-5598889304667257000?l=ecirual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecirual.blogspot.com/feeds/5598889304667257000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537219294983568930&amp;postID=5598889304667257000' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537219294983568930/posts/default/5598889304667257000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537219294983568930/posts/default/5598889304667257000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecirual.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-came-across-ellens-site.html' title=''/><author><name>ecirual</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XHYXSSfX-WY/St5mN7CIr7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/shYUO5jznzo/S220/Reese001+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XHYXSSfX-WY/SPbPvc3128I/AAAAAAAAADo/X_bguJ7JTGg/s72-c/ellenwedding5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537219294983568930.post-3854060208944634169</id><published>2008-10-09T21:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T21:32:19.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thursday rain</title><content type='html'>i woke up too early. i only slept for 4 hours. not enough to keep me awake at work. i was in a deepsleep when i awoke to the sound of the heavy rain and thunder. i then realized there was no electricity. i got scared. but then one big thing hit me. i was alone. in the dark. and it was raining too hard and the thunderstorm was scaring me. i didn't move. i couldn't move. i pretended to sleep again. too much effort. the rain kept pouring. i opened my cellphone. no messages. no attempts from someone. dinerdash saved me. well, it kept me occupied...then i felt like peeing  but i didn't want to stand. i didnt want to look at the other spaces in my room.my mind is playing.. im scared..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the lights came up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;opened my laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish u were here or i was there with you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537219294983568930-3854060208944634169?l=ecirual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecirual.blogspot.com/feeds/3854060208944634169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537219294983568930&amp;postID=3854060208944634169' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537219294983568930/posts/default/3854060208944634169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537219294983568930/posts/default/3854060208944634169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecirual.blogspot.com/2008/10/thursday-rain.html' title='thursday rain'/><author><name>ecirual</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XHYXSSfX-WY/St5mN7CIr7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/shYUO5jznzo/S220/Reese001+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537219294983568930.post-7198958421082868235</id><published>2008-10-06T16:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T16:11:32.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DL..down elink or diggin lesbos???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XHYXSSfX-WY/SOnH6lPjSDI/AAAAAAAAADI/3vtejs0DSlI/s1600-h/logo_downelink.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253950249548073010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XHYXSSfX-WY/SOnH6lPjSDI/AAAAAAAAADI/3vtejs0DSlI/s320/logo_downelink.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was fun.. talking to the same blood.. teasin, getting to know each other.. i practically spent 4 hours on that site. when you're bored and you want time to pass you by without noticing it, this site is for you..and did i mention this site is for the *toot*. good for the heart. had some good laugh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met RJ, JEN, KESHA, MAYE. REUNITED WITH IANE AND AS ALWAYS MAH FRIEND JAB!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537219294983568930-7198958421082868235?l=ecirual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecirual.blogspot.com/feeds/7198958421082868235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537219294983568930&amp;postID=7198958421082868235' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537219294983568930/posts/default/7198958421082868235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537219294983568930/posts/default/7198958421082868235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecirual.blogspot.com/2008/10/dldown-elink-or-diggin-lesbos.html' title='DL..down elink or diggin lesbos???'/><author><name>ecirual</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XHYXSSfX-WY/St5mN7CIr7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/shYUO5jznzo/S220/Reese001+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XHYXSSfX-WY/SOnH6lPjSDI/AAAAAAAAADI/3vtejs0DSlI/s72-c/logo_downelink.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537219294983568930.post-5945711260313198232</id><published>2008-10-05T10:35:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T21:43:33.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XHYXSSfX-WY/SOjADyHDKfI/AAAAAAAAADA/8IXBye8Kfq0/s1600-h/Picture+077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253660136551164402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XHYXSSfX-WY/SOjADyHDKfI/AAAAAAAAADA/8IXBye8Kfq0/s320/Picture+077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XHYXSSfX-WY/SOi_6sFL2MI/AAAAAAAAAC4/hChCZXHPxbw/s1600-h/Picture+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253659980313909442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XHYXSSfX-WY/SOi_6sFL2MI/AAAAAAAAAC4/hChCZXHPxbw/s320/Picture+079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XHYXSSfX-WY/SOi_tHetuhI/AAAAAAAAACw/cMAZJBQiMzs/s1600-h/Picture+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253659747150576146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XHYXSSfX-WY/SOi_tHetuhI/AAAAAAAAACw/cMAZJBQiMzs/s320/Picture+074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;700am&lt;/strong&gt;- had breakfast&lt;br /&gt;corned beef, bread, coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;730am&lt;/strong&gt;- gave Xiaoping a bath,&lt;br /&gt;chitchat with Mai2x&lt;br /&gt;watched the carpenters ( not the singers, but workers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;900am&lt;/strong&gt;- ate chocolate&lt;br /&gt;played with my phone&lt;br /&gt;played with Xiaoping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1000am&lt;/strong&gt;- ate Bulaklak&lt;br /&gt;opened my laptop&lt;br /&gt;checked friendster, multiply, facebook- internet again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;130pm&lt;/strong&gt;- ASAP, charisse pempengco, sarah geronimo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;230pm&lt;/strong&gt;- went to SM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bought stuff for the munting paraiso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;400pm&lt;/strong&gt;- ate at brutus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;chitchat with aton&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;500pm&lt;/strong&gt;- date with sophie, sean and steffi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;530pm&lt;/strong&gt;- let's paint with the kids&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;730pm&lt;/strong&gt;- went to the munting paraiso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;830pm&lt;/strong&gt;- went home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;930pm&lt;/strong&gt;- ate dinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;init na rice with danggit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537219294983568930-5945711260313198232?l=ecirual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecirual.blogspot.com/feeds/5945711260313198232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537219294983568930&amp;postID=5945711260313198232' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537219294983568930/posts/default/5945711260313198232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537219294983568930/posts/default/5945711260313198232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecirual.blogspot.com/2008/10/sunday.html' title='sunday..'/><author><name>ecirual</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XHYXSSfX-WY/St5mN7CIr7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/shYUO5jznzo/S220/Reese001+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XHYXSSfX-WY/SOjADyHDKfI/AAAAAAAAADA/8IXBye8Kfq0/s72-c/Picture+077.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537219294983568930.post-3490302090340819184</id><published>2008-10-04T10:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T13:31:27.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when papa hugged me........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XHYXSSfX-WY/SObfKx0KkiI/AAAAAAAAACg/4Rd2J0Vt29M/s1600-h/1_784810184l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253131391638082082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XHYXSSfX-WY/SObfKx0KkiI/AAAAAAAAACg/4Rd2J0Vt29M/s320/1_784810184l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;im the blacksheep. each member agrees to that. ive done a lot of bad evil things. fortunately, they always forgive me. especially my papa. just recently i disappointed them. i went home and was expecting a "talk" from him, but instead.. he just hugged me.. (im crying now) he does that all the time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;he's different. his principles are different. and we disagree all the time. but he spoils me much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;when papa hugged me, i felt so loved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i love you papa. so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537219294983568930-3490302090340819184?l=ecirual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecirual.blogspot.com/feeds/3490302090340819184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537219294983568930&amp;postID=3490302090340819184' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537219294983568930/posts/default/3490302090340819184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537219294983568930/posts/default/3490302090340819184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecirual.blogspot.com/2008/10/when-papa-hugged-me.html' title='when papa hugged me........'/><author><name>ecirual</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XHYXSSfX-WY/St5mN7CIr7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/shYUO5jznzo/S220/Reese001+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XHYXSSfX-WY/SObfKx0KkiI/AAAAAAAAACg/4Rd2J0Vt29M/s72-c/1_784810184l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537219294983568930.post-9013406964650773518</id><published>2008-10-03T16:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T16:59:24.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>H.L.A.O.T.V.E.E.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XHYXSSfX-WY/SOXfon6eKzI/AAAAAAAAACQ/CFGzWF307bM/s1600-h/I_Love_Hate_You_4_5465.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252850429399542578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XHYXSSfX-WY/SOXfon6eKzI/AAAAAAAAACQ/CFGzWF307bM/s320/I_Love_Hate_You_4_5465.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i know you've experienced this. hating someone you love. Like really hate! you've felt that, right??? like really hate that person that you can already imagine that if he’s in front of you , you'd kick him in the face. Aghrh! I’m so pissed off right now. Fortunately for all, this kind of feeling subsides in 24 hours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537219294983568930-9013406964650773518?l=ecirual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecirual.blogspot.com/feeds/9013406964650773518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537219294983568930&amp;postID=9013406964650773518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537219294983568930/posts/default/9013406964650773518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537219294983568930/posts/default/9013406964650773518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecirual.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-know-youve-experienced-this.html' title='H.L.A.O.T.V.E.E.'/><author><name>ecirual</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XHYXSSfX-WY/St5mN7CIr7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/shYUO5jznzo/S220/Reese001+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XHYXSSfX-WY/SOXfon6eKzI/AAAAAAAAACQ/CFGzWF307bM/s72-c/I_Love_Hate_You_4_5465.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537219294983568930.post-8795949875101939893</id><published>2008-10-02T19:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T19:10:54.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sssssssssshhhhhhhhhh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i sometimes become too involved in other people's issues and i don't like it.when will i learn to mind my own business. as much as i want, i seem to part of it cause i always have something to say about something.it's not that its solicited from me, i just say it.&lt;br /&gt;i need to stop and learn not to intrude. i dont want to be in big trouble.&lt;br /&gt;reese! shut up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537219294983568930-8795949875101939893?l=ecirual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecirual.blogspot.com/feeds/8795949875101939893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537219294983568930&amp;postID=8795949875101939893' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537219294983568930/posts/default/8795949875101939893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537219294983568930/posts/default/8795949875101939893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecirual.blogspot.com/2008/10/sssssssssshhhhhhhhhh.html' title='sssssssssshhhhhhhhhh'/><author><name>ecirual</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XHYXSSfX-WY/St5mN7CIr7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/shYUO5jznzo/S220/Reese001+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537219294983568930.post-5337943011839446269</id><published>2008-10-02T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T16:37:16.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wide awake</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;uh oh! it's almost 5pm and im wide awake. what will happen later. i cant get my zzzz's at work or can i?? hmm 1 hour won't be too bad of me. to won't  be in the office. it would have been better if she was there. id have a smoking  buddy, de is too far for quick smoke breaks. hmm. coffee.. yeah ill drink lots and lots of coffee.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i wanna sleep but i can't turn off the laptop. i cant do it. i can't seem to stop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tsk tsk tsk.. this is bad. i hope its just for today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;de, you still need to help me modify my site. youre a pro at this.. i need your services ehehhehehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;help!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537219294983568930-5337943011839446269?l=ecirual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecirual.blogspot.com/feeds/5337943011839446269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537219294983568930&amp;postID=5337943011839446269' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537219294983568930/posts/default/5337943011839446269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537219294983568930/posts/default/5337943011839446269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecirual.blogspot.com/2008/10/wide-awake.html' title='wide awake'/><author><name>ecirual</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XHYXSSfX-WY/St5mN7CIr7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/shYUO5jznzo/S220/Reese001+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537219294983568930.post-7678152571669860405</id><published>2008-10-02T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T13:23:45.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what happened today???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i stayed in the office for a total of 12 hours. no... im not a workaholic. i wasn't working the whole time. hehehehe... 6 hours were spent really working and probably 6 hours pretending to be busy... well in fairness to me, i was able to complete all cdl's , had a mini team meeting and was able to accompany a friend to the airport. i say, reese was productive today! yipee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i am just happy today. . hmm maybe it was the congee that i ate! hmm i should be eating more of that.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;im still smiling. i love it when im in my room. i love the smell. my space. i hope i won't oversleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;nothing important to write..just for the sake of it..heheheh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537219294983568930-7678152571669860405?l=ecirual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecirual.blogspot.com/feeds/7678152571669860405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537219294983568930&amp;postID=7678152571669860405' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537219294983568930/posts/default/7678152571669860405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537219294983568930/posts/default/7678152571669860405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecirual.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-happened-today.html' title='what happened today???'/><author><name>ecirual</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XHYXSSfX-WY/St5mN7CIr7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/shYUO5jznzo/S220/Reese001+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537219294983568930.post-5145032154665234859</id><published>2008-10-01T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T14:36:00.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yovi's sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;off we went to the province of tabuelan. that was last Sunday.. September 28. It has been a long time since we spent time together. Unlike before, the weekend was a time to bond and just laugh about everything. ja, ju, de, to, at and lo. that's the cast. ja and de are now talking again. im glad. :) it was a 2 hour drive. did i say ja and ju are partners..so are at and lo..hmm to and de were.. but it didn't cause a problem but i think i heard de cry.. alcohol... yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was fun. fun. fun. underwater pictures. to's new camera.. noodles, shrimp, garlic rice, hope, kokorokoko, mosquito bites, generoso.. etc.etch. ingredients for a wonderful Sunday. topped with some real and cool people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more more more....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends..thanks for that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537219294983568930-5145032154665234859?l=ecirual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecirual.blogspot.com/feeds/5145032154665234859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537219294983568930&amp;postID=5145032154665234859' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537219294983568930/posts/default/5145032154665234859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537219294983568930/posts/default/5145032154665234859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecirual.blogspot.com/2008/09/yovis-sunday.html' title='yovi&apos;s sunday'/><author><name>ecirual</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XHYXSSfX-WY/St5mN7CIr7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/shYUO5jznzo/S220/Reese001+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537219294983568930.post-6669420933950332425</id><published>2008-10-01T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T18:58:07.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whats playing.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XHYXSSfX-WY/SOMVWyCSepI/AAAAAAAAABw/eX2vVry8Po0/s1600-h/notes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252065071576808082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XHYXSSfX-WY/SOMVWyCSepI/AAAAAAAAABw/eX2vVry8Po0/s320/notes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Music seems to be one of the things that bring memories back to me with amazing accuracy. So, say I'm listening to my iPod, and a Regine Velasquez's song comes up. I'll automatically press "next" as soon as I can I.D. what song it is. Why? Because, I unconsciously don't want to remember, or deal with the memories that will come flooding back with that song.&lt;br /&gt;You know exactly what I'm talking about, you've experienced it yourself. Whether the memories be those of happiness, sadness, anger, or whatever, you know what I'm talking about. It happens with every emotion imaginable. Say, for example, you and your lover just broke up, and you hear a song on the radio that reminds you of them. What do you do? You either turn the radio off or find a different station, or, you listen to the song and let the memories flood back.&lt;br /&gt;I was listening to Fallin' , and that immediately made me feel down, because when I was repeatedly listening to that song, there were a lot of problems going on in my life. I still listened to the whole song, because those problems no longer plague me. I can't listen to my fave oldies unless I force myself to do so. I was pretty depressed when I listened to these tunes, and the music just helped me stay depressed. I don't want to have to deal with that, so I always skip songs whenever it plays. I guess a song's ability to change your mood depends on the mood you're in when you're listening to the song, and what's currently going on in your life.&lt;br /&gt;As for all the other songs that have no impact on you [other than happiness because you're listening to it], it's only a matter of time. Every song is waiting to be paired with a memory, a distinct emotion, a day in your life. If there was a playlist of my life, I'd have me a nifty set of music to listen to.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder, what happens when you're in your 90's, ready to cough up dust, and you hear a song that reminds you of your 20's? Do you just sit back and reminisce? Do you get caught up now as much as you did back then and let the emotion rock you? I guess that's a question for everybody, right now.&lt;br /&gt;What songs bring back your memories?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537219294983568930-6669420933950332425?l=ecirual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecirual.blogspot.com/feeds/6669420933950332425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537219294983568930&amp;postID=6669420933950332425' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537219294983568930/posts/default/6669420933950332425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537219294983568930/posts/default/6669420933950332425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecirual.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-not-that-song.html' title='whats playing.........'/><author><name>ecirual</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XHYXSSfX-WY/St5mN7CIr7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/shYUO5jznzo/S220/Reese001+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XHYXSSfX-WY/SOMVWyCSepI/AAAAAAAAABw/eX2vVry8Po0/s72-c/notes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537219294983568930.post-1734215293096630932</id><published>2008-09-26T12:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T11:07:41.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aching..missing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XHYXSSfX-WY/SNx2L_ajVbI/AAAAAAAAABo/xW8_XL4zaio/s1600-h/shattered_tears.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250201213980595634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XHYXSSfX-WY/SNx2L_ajVbI/AAAAAAAAABo/xW8_XL4zaio/s320/shattered_tears.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i am aching.. coz i miss someone.. my family. i wanna be near them.smell them..feel them.. it has been a long time... i wish we're together again. sleeping under one roof.. eating breakfast together..am i blogging?... sentimental me.. there are moments when i am like this.. no one knows..i think..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537219294983568930-1734215293096630932?l=ecirual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecirual.blogspot.com/feeds/1734215293096630932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537219294983568930&amp;postID=1734215293096630932' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537219294983568930/posts/default/1734215293096630932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537219294983568930/posts/default/1734215293096630932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecirual.blogspot.com/2008/09/achingmissing.html' title='aching..missing'/><author><name>ecirual</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XHYXSSfX-WY/St5mN7CIr7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/shYUO5jznzo/S220/Reese001+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XHYXSSfX-WY/SNx2L_ajVbI/AAAAAAAAABo/xW8_XL4zaio/s72-c/shattered_tears.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537219294983568930.post-26490676424853292</id><published>2008-09-25T02:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T02:40:06.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XHYXSSfX-WY/SNqJdgb8jxI/AAAAAAAAABg/-MifP_lYDPY/s1600-h/P1020628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249659455670095634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XHYXSSfX-WY/SNqJdgb8jxI/AAAAAAAAABg/-MifP_lYDPY/s320/P1020628.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i just got home from my one week vacation. i haven't walked that much my whole life but it was one good experience. i had a mini reunion with old friends. people i didn't talk much with when i was in highschool but it was different when we were together this time.. we had some things to talk about.. good experience.. i wanna go back. seriously thinkin about it...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537219294983568930-26490676424853292?l=ecirual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecirual.blogspot.com/feeds/26490676424853292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537219294983568930&amp;postID=26490676424853292' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537219294983568930/posts/default/26490676424853292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537219294983568930/posts/default/26490676424853292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecirual.blogspot.com/2008/09/vacation.html' title='the vacation'/><author><name>ecirual</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XHYXSSfX-WY/St5mN7CIr7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/shYUO5jznzo/S220/Reese001+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XHYXSSfX-WY/SNqJdgb8jxI/AAAAAAAAABg/-MifP_lYDPY/s72-c/P1020628.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537219294983568930.post-2890496317414185512</id><published>2008-09-25T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T01:49:51.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first entry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i just created my blogsite. inspired by jabbered onion. stuck at home and bored.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i have browsed the usual sites all night and nothin's new and interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i have nothing to write right now. but it will soon come. it will flow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i miss work though, the people in the office especially my friends and my agents..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'll see them soon.. i'll just rest for now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;then back to reality...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537219294983568930-2890496317414185512?l=ecirual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecirual.blogspot.com/feeds/2890496317414185512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537219294983568930&amp;postID=2890496317414185512' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537219294983568930/posts/default/2890496317414185512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537219294983568930/posts/default/2890496317414185512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecirual.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-entry.html' title='first entry'/><author><name>ecirual</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XHYXSSfX-WY/St5mN7CIr7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/shYUO5jznzo/S220/Reese001+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
