<?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-31167488</id><updated>2011-12-28T19:55:59.956+08:00</updated><category term='Teach'/><category term='Dalja'/><category term='fagioli coffee club davao'/><category term='Rie Fu'/><category term='Tutor'/><category term='Heartbreaks'/><category term='Microtel'/><category term='The Winner Stands Alone'/><category term='Weak'/><category term='hotel'/><category term='Panerai'/><category term='death'/><category term='Van'/><category term='new'/><category term='IT Pro Class'/><category term='coffeeshop'/><category term='Trust'/><category term='The Devil and Miss Prym'/><category term='Tata 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sports'/><category term='coffee'/><category term='Yui'/><category term='Lyrics'/><category term='Sports'/><category term='David Cook'/><category term='Dating Tips'/><title type='text'>Babes</title><subtitle type='html'>Blogger's Cabin</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>bEb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690255057945914316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SNX_8r0Q5iI/AAAAAAAAATc/ErH7Lo78ABY/S220/fagioli.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>262</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167488.post-3405706648070095492</id><published>2011-07-31T01:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T01:40:41.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just thinking on some medical investments</title><summary type='text'>My cousin asked me if I can buy her an affordable nebulizer for her allergy from my friend who is working in a medical company, specifically selling medicines. Since she is a medical representative, we thought that maybe she can have it on a discounted price, which reminds me that I should be calling her by now. Geez..Speaking of medicine representatives, today is my Aunt’s death anniversary. She</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/feeds/3405706648070095492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31167488&amp;postID=3405706648070095492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/3405706648070095492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/3405706648070095492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/2011/07/just-thinking-on-some-medical.html' title='Just thinking on some medical investments'/><author><name>bEb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690255057945914316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SNX_8r0Q5iI/AAAAAAAAATc/ErH7Lo78ABY/S220/fagioli.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167488.post-6526469716651032312</id><published>2011-07-22T00:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T02:17:03.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A filled cup</title><summary type='text'>It's filled...I reached for a cup of coffee while reading my favorite novel. Sipped. The moment of being 'alone' on a drizzling Monday morning is soothing, perhaps a fulfillment. A time like this is rare and I must enjoy every second of it. Love is the best word to describe it.Over time, as I got intense on reading, the coffee went cold but the novel is still on its course. A heavy rain </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/feeds/6526469716651032312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31167488&amp;postID=6526469716651032312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/6526469716651032312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/6526469716651032312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/2011/07/filled-cup.html' title='A filled cup'/><author><name>bEb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690255057945914316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SNX_8r0Q5iI/AAAAAAAAATc/ErH7Lo78ABY/S220/fagioli.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167488.post-5750234843006460322</id><published>2011-06-10T04:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T06:12:14.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who wants a Driving License?</title><summary type='text'>Being able to drive a car is likely something that everybody would love to do. There is a great feeling of excitement and rush when you are able to drive your favorite car.  When were you able to get your license and be able to drive that automobile you really loved? I just got mine a few months ago and it was such a fulfillment having passed through the process.How were you able to get your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/feeds/5750234843006460322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31167488&amp;postID=5750234843006460322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/5750234843006460322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/5750234843006460322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/2011/06/who-wants-driving-license.html' title='Who wants a Driving License?'/><author><name>bEb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690255057945914316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SNX_8r0Q5iI/AAAAAAAAATc/ErH7Lo78ABY/S220/fagioli.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167488.post-1753445054336018808</id><published>2011-05-18T11:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T11:40:00.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starbucks in Davao</title><summary type='text'>The opening of Abreeza Ayala Mall had made a lot of Davaoenos happy. Who would not? With over 66 (I heard) newly opened stores and first in Davao City, it is like having shopped in Cebu and Manila. Obviously, an edge to those who have been traveling and shopping afar but for those whose time and finances won't allow, the opening of the new mall is like a gateway to other places or even </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/feeds/1753445054336018808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31167488&amp;postID=1753445054336018808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/1753445054336018808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/1753445054336018808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/2011/05/starbucks-in-davao.html' title='Starbucks in Davao'/><author><name>bEb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690255057945914316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SNX_8r0Q5iI/AAAAAAAAATc/ErH7Lo78ABY/S220/fagioli.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-opVII2OMZsg/TdHvK_RyvwI/AAAAAAAAAeA/AvHFOubkdlo/s72-c/IMG_1366.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167488.post-5390111012451738622</id><published>2011-05-17T11:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T11:43:02.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abreeza Ayala Mall Davao</title><summary type='text'>The much-awaited mall in Davao City soft opened last May 12, 2011 bringing new and exciting (add to that, expensive) stores to shop from. Abreeza, a joint venture of Ayala Land and Anflocor, offers Davaoenos an experience like Makati and Cebu.The opening was a total jampack with around 30  minutes queuing for a space to park. Although the mall was crowded, it was somehow a fulfillment seeing new </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/feeds/5390111012451738622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31167488&amp;postID=5390111012451738622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/5390111012451738622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/5390111012451738622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/2011/05/abreeza-ayala-mall-davao.html' title='Abreeza Ayala Mall Davao'/><author><name>bEb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690255057945914316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SNX_8r0Q5iI/AAAAAAAAATc/ErH7Lo78ABY/S220/fagioli.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KO7BUHOsiIA/TdHrCqhqhmI/AAAAAAAAAdo/xQUbpU7T_yw/s72-c/IMG_1343.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167488.post-971313001921106410</id><published>2011-04-28T14:30:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T00:50:38.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not the Same</title><summary type='text'>As much as we wanted some things to happen, they just don't seem to happen the way we wanted. Likewise for people, we can't expect them to be the same as they "were". Time passes, stories told, people change. The person whom you thought you knew the most may turn out to be someone you will start knowing again. Might be, back to being strangers.Either one chooses to forget or long, the "once" they</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/feeds/971313001921106410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31167488&amp;postID=971313001921106410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/971313001921106410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/971313001921106410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/2011/04/not-same.html' title='Not the Same'/><author><name>bEb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690255057945914316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SNX_8r0Q5iI/AAAAAAAAATc/ErH7Lo78ABY/S220/fagioli.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167488.post-5009641556682525096</id><published>2011-04-28T00:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T00:46:00.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Superb Performance by Carrie Underwood</title><summary type='text'>I was actually, like ..... Well I was definitely speechless and for the whole duration of the song I was not moving an inch on my sitting (add to that the goosebumps). Carrie hit the notes perfectly and I was always in awe even on this infinite replays of the video. This duet of Carrie Underwood with Vince Gill for "How Great Thou Art" is proving to be a viral sensation on the internet. This </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/feeds/5009641556682525096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31167488&amp;postID=5009641556682525096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/5009641556682525096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/5009641556682525096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/2011/04/superb-performance-by-carrie-underwood.html' title='A Superb Performance by Carrie Underwood'/><author><name>bEb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690255057945914316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SNX_8r0Q5iI/AAAAAAAAATc/ErH7Lo78ABY/S220/fagioli.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167488.post-1975751799371757890</id><published>2011-01-10T16:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T16:33:35.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Withering</title><summary type='text'>Spring came to visit. And just like the other 3 seasons, it comes and goes. Autumn is here and Winter is coming. The withered leaves sway with the wind like it's dancing in a sad sonata. The wind summons the cold breeze and soon, nothing is left but some twigs on the ground. But Summer will soon arrive and the Spring will again come bringing new hope, love and life. -9-12-25-7 =)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/feeds/1975751799371757890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31167488&amp;postID=1975751799371757890' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/1975751799371757890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/1975751799371757890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/2011/01/withering.html' title='Withering'/><author><name>bEb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690255057945914316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SNX_8r0Q5iI/AAAAAAAAATc/ErH7Lo78ABY/S220/fagioli.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167488.post-5929871772973766063</id><published>2011-01-03T01:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T01:49:12.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sister's Scrubs</title><summary type='text'>I remembered how my younger sister asked me to buy her nursing scrubs for her scheduled duty for her training. I never bothered to ask her where to buy one so I just gave her money to buy it herself. There are a couple or more pairs from my elder sister but they don't fit my younger sister as she has bigger frame so she needed to buy her own.I was not actually aware of what kind of uniforms they </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/feeds/5929871772973766063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31167488&amp;postID=5929871772973766063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/5929871772973766063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/5929871772973766063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-sisters-scrubs.html' title='My Sister&apos;s Scrubs'/><author><name>bEb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690255057945914316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SNX_8r0Q5iI/AAAAAAAAATc/ErH7Lo78ABY/S220/fagioli.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167488.post-9216698756957503555</id><published>2010-12-18T10:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T11:08:15.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top Filipino Endorsers of 2010</title><summary type='text'>Philippines Survey says that three personalities top notched the list of the most credible endorsers in the Philippines for 2010. To top it all, Manny "Pacman" Pacquaio named as the most credible conducted by the Synergy Business Consultancy. After taking the 8 World Boxing titles, Manny has no doubt captured the trust of products/services and consumers garnering 47% respondents reported by </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/feeds/9216698756957503555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31167488&amp;postID=9216698756957503555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/9216698756957503555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/9216698756957503555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/2010/12/top-filipino-endorsers-of-2010.html' title='Top Filipino Endorsers of 2010'/><author><name>bEb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690255057945914316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SNX_8r0Q5iI/AAAAAAAAATc/ErH7Lo78ABY/S220/fagioli.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167488.post-6856190967039655800</id><published>2010-12-14T08:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T08:32:46.738+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philippines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Official Holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='December'/><title type='text'>Philippine Official Holidays in December 2010</title><summary type='text'>Jump for joy for a successive holidays this month! Long vacation awaits everybody.Malacanang recently released a list of official holidays for the month of December 2010. It will officially start in December 24 and ends in January 3, 2011. Between this week are three working holidays: December 28, 29, and 30. Rizal Day (Dec. 30) is moved to December 27 (Monday).Official Holidays are:December 24 (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/feeds/6856190967039655800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31167488&amp;postID=6856190967039655800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/6856190967039655800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/6856190967039655800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/2010/12/philippine-official-holidays-in.html' title='Philippine Official Holidays in December 2010'/><author><name>bEb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690255057945914316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SNX_8r0Q5iI/AAAAAAAAATc/ErH7Lo78ABY/S220/fagioli.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167488.post-6406835085400883453</id><published>2010-12-12T13:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T01:01:44.049+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Royal Engagement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kate Middleton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prince William'/><title type='text'>Royal Engagement Portrait: Prince William and Catherine Middleton</title><summary type='text'>The royal wedding is scheduled in Spring 2011. Prince William, heir to the throne of Buckingham Palace and his commoner girlfriend, Catherine Middleton, posed for their engagement portrait last November 25 in St. James Palace, London. Catherine posed with her engagement ring made of platinum and blue oval sapphire surrounded with little diamonds sparkling visibly on the portrait. The ring </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/feeds/6406835085400883453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31167488&amp;postID=6406835085400883453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/6406835085400883453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/6406835085400883453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/2010/12/royal-engagement-portrait-prince.html' title='Royal Engagement Portrait: Prince William and Catherine Middleton'/><author><name>bEb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690255057945914316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SNX_8r0Q5iI/AAAAAAAAATc/ErH7Lo78ABY/S220/fagioli.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/TQRlWtKkTRI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/kMNWvAxSscw/s72-c/Dianas_engagement_ring-prince-william-kate-middleton_wedding-date.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167488.post-1344956216242124014</id><published>2010-12-12T13:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T13:40:36.178+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hackers'/><title type='text'>Facebook holds the Best Hacker Contest</title><summary type='text'>The world's networking giant, Facebook, is launching a software coding contest named "Hackers Cup" where contenders around the world online will fight for the 25 slots for the final round to be held in California. The competition will have sets of online rounds that will start off in January and will end in March in the Facebook campus in Silicon Valley of Palo Alto. The competition promises cash</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/feeds/1344956216242124014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31167488&amp;postID=1344956216242124014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/1344956216242124014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/1344956216242124014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/2010/12/facebook-holds-best-hacker-contest.html' title='Facebook holds the Best Hacker Contest'/><author><name>bEb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690255057945914316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SNX_8r0Q5iI/AAAAAAAAATc/ErH7Lo78ABY/S220/fagioli.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167488.post-2378048880591618997</id><published>2010-12-12T11:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T12:01:21.136+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas Gifts Mostly Wanted by Children</title><summary type='text'>I had actually listed the names of my godchildren a month ago but until now I have not bought anything yet as presents. It still confuses me which gift is best to give them. Then I suddenly tuned in to a television program listing the three common things little boys and girls would love to receive this Christmas. For little boys: board games, matchbox, ballsFor little girls: makeup kit toys, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/feeds/2378048880591618997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31167488&amp;postID=2378048880591618997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/2378048880591618997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/2378048880591618997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-gifts-mostly-wanted-by.html' title='Christmas Gifts Mostly Wanted by Children'/><author><name>bEb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690255057945914316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SNX_8r0Q5iI/AAAAAAAAATc/ErH7Lo78ABY/S220/fagioli.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167488.post-1337271174456672396</id><published>2010-12-12T11:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T11:54:36.447+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facebook Profile'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new'/><title type='text'>Facebook New Profile</title><summary type='text'>In the struggle to render innovation and freshness, Facebook recently launched their new profile look to millions of its users. The new look's goal is convenience and easier sharing of updates. The most distinguished change you noticed is the row of recently tagged and uploaded photos displayed on top of the profile page. While some had upgraded their profile page to the new look, some opted to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/feeds/1337271174456672396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31167488&amp;postID=1337271174456672396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/1337271174456672396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/1337271174456672396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/2010/12/facebook-new-profile.html' title='Facebook New Profile'/><author><name>bEb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690255057945914316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SNX_8r0Q5iI/AAAAAAAAATc/ErH7Lo78ABY/S220/fagioli.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167488.post-6376981472746256928</id><published>2010-09-16T22:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T13:30:23.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Move Still</title><summary type='text'>"Move still!", someone yelled at me. How can that be possible? I was moving toward somewhere I am not capable of going. (Am I?) Stuck in this so called madness, struggling to escape, but realized that the only medication was to face the mirror. Scream!!! I need to break the glass that imprisoned this beating thing. Will you help me do it?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/feeds/6376981472746256928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31167488&amp;postID=6376981472746256928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/6376981472746256928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/6376981472746256928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/2010/09/move-still.html' title='Move Still'/><author><name>bEb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690255057945914316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SNX_8r0Q5iI/AAAAAAAAATc/ErH7Lo78ABY/S220/fagioli.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167488.post-894223989747999703</id><published>2010-05-03T22:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T22:51:09.608+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogger&apos;s Cabin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babes'/><title type='text'>Best Unrevealed</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes when we thought it's best to know everything around us, it is still far better that innocence prevails. Look at how little children live care-free. Pleasantry is always there. They don't have worries, insecurities, problems, anxieties, jealousy. They enjoy what is offered to them. And when we see them play, it also fills us joy.When we try to escape from the things we don't want to hear</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/feeds/894223989747999703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31167488&amp;postID=894223989747999703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/894223989747999703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/894223989747999703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/2010/05/best-unrevealed.html' title='Best Unrevealed'/><author><name>bEb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690255057945914316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SNX_8r0Q5iI/AAAAAAAAATc/ErH7Lo78ABY/S220/fagioli.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167488.post-8787848564763462695</id><published>2010-04-28T02:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T02:51:28.887+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BaGetaway and Adventure'/><title type='text'>Headache</title><summary type='text'>I am constantly having headache these past few days and so I end up doing nothing in a day. Shall I blame it to excessive heat? exhaustion? intense emotions? or unceasing thinking? Maybe all. I still have lots to comply on my graduate school requirements in a crunch time and I am wondering if I can finish them all or just surrender. But the cons is that I need to spend (not to forget "wasting") </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/feeds/8787848564763462695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31167488&amp;postID=8787848564763462695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/8787848564763462695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/8787848564763462695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/2010/04/headache.html' title='Headache'/><author><name>bEb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690255057945914316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SNX_8r0Q5iI/AAAAAAAAATc/ErH7Lo78ABY/S220/fagioli.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167488.post-8260521012039212420</id><published>2010-04-28T02:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T02:45:16.945+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogger&apos;s Cabin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babes'/><title type='text'>Counting Down Part 2</title><summary type='text'>I barely have a couple of days to enjoy a vacation. Yipeeee! Will I enjoy it knowing that I have lots of responsibilities to do? Whew! I need to finish them, or at least work on it, on my last few busy days although I know this "busy" thing won't really get rid of me. I love it though, it makes me feel worthy :D Oh Well, I really should start doing things now.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/feeds/8260521012039212420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31167488&amp;postID=8260521012039212420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/8260521012039212420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/8260521012039212420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/2010/04/counting-down-part-2.html' title='Counting Down Part 2'/><author><name>bEb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690255057945914316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SNX_8r0Q5iI/AAAAAAAAATc/ErH7Lo78ABY/S220/fagioli.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167488.post-4595964374335822477</id><published>2010-04-26T16:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T16:18:15.218+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogger&apos;s Cabin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babes'/><title type='text'>Worried Again</title><summary type='text'>My dog isn't well yet and I am totally worried. =( When I hold her she almost doesn't have strength to open her eyes. She is really ill. She is taking her medication for a week now and her fever is still there. Her cough returned. She is taken cared by my two nurse sisters yet she is still sick. I'll send her again to her doctor tomorrow to have her checked even if her schedule is still next </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/feeds/4595964374335822477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31167488&amp;postID=4595964374335822477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/4595964374335822477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/4595964374335822477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/2010/04/worried-again.html' title='Worried Again'/><author><name>bEb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690255057945914316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SNX_8r0Q5iI/AAAAAAAAATc/ErH7Lo78ABY/S220/fagioli.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167488.post-4509495285961621311</id><published>2010-04-26T15:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T16:09:16.752+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogger&apos;s Cabin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babes'/><title type='text'>Wednesday is coming!!!</title><summary type='text'>I suddenly felt nervous when I remembered the day I will be submitting my Graduate Studies requirements, the word "Wednesday" struck me. Yes, you read it right, Wednesday. What's with Wednesday anyway? You might ask. This might mark the difference I will soon face. The day is not related to my studies, however. A different path is anticipating me near this day. I felt like I am confined in this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/feeds/4509495285961621311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31167488&amp;postID=4509495285961621311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/4509495285961621311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/4509495285961621311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/2010/04/wednesday-is-coming.html' title='Wednesday is coming!!!'/><author><name>bEb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690255057945914316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SNX_8r0Q5iI/AAAAAAAAATc/ErH7Lo78ABY/S220/fagioli.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167488.post-4921548569865299974</id><published>2010-04-20T08:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T21:21:23.495+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babes'/><title type='text'>Regaining Strength</title><summary type='text'>I'm happy and a bit relieved that my dog is now regaining her strength. She took her 4 shots of injections to boost her immune system last Saturday and yesterday she started her medication and vitamins. Although it was a bit pain on my wallet, it was erased when I saw her last night sneaked at the kitchen and nibbling on chicken bones. I was glad she was able to eat again. Whew! Though she still </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/feeds/4921548569865299974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31167488&amp;postID=4921548569865299974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/4921548569865299974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/4921548569865299974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/2010/04/regain.html' title='Regaining Strength'/><author><name>bEb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690255057945914316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SNX_8r0Q5iI/AAAAAAAAATc/ErH7Lo78ABY/S220/fagioli.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167488.post-7905929297500819631</id><published>2010-04-18T22:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T22:27:42.767+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogger&apos;s Cabin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babes'/><title type='text'>Wishi is Sick =(</title><summary type='text'>It crushes my heart hearing and seeing my dog suffering from her illness. It pains me. Everytime I hear her cough and vomit, I can't stop but worry about her. She has been sick for a week now and just yesterday we sent her to clinic to have her checked. My sister told me, according to the doctor, that she is suffering a viral infection that is fatal. Upon hearing those words I really can't stop </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/feeds/7905929297500819631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31167488&amp;postID=7905929297500819631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/7905929297500819631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/7905929297500819631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/2010/04/wishi-is-sick.html' title='Wishi is Sick =('/><author><name>bEb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690255057945914316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SNX_8r0Q5iI/AAAAAAAAATc/ErH7Lo78ABY/S220/fagioli.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167488.post-5483093581517315273</id><published>2010-04-17T23:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T23:11:29.221+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogger&apos;s Cabin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babes'/><title type='text'>Counting the Days</title><summary type='text'>It just dawned on me that few days are left before I step out and see a different world. Although I do not consider it long-term, at least the thought of having to see a new place and new faces excites me. It will be something that will register in my life. A lot of things I am anticipating and a lot of things to bring me surprises. And although there are still couple of important things I need </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/feeds/5483093581517315273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31167488&amp;postID=5483093581517315273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/5483093581517315273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/5483093581517315273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/2010/04/counting-days.html' title='Counting the Days'/><author><name>bEb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690255057945914316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SNX_8r0Q5iI/AAAAAAAAATc/ErH7Lo78ABY/S220/fagioli.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167488.post-1705045386646595047</id><published>2010-04-15T11:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T11:23:26.320+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogger&apos;s Cabin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babes'/><title type='text'>The Sign</title><summary type='text'>I once asked for a sign if something I wanted is for me. And then I got this moment to ask for the last sign. It would be now or never. The first sign was a "go" and so I was happy that it would be given to me. But then a twist of fate arrived and I was caught off-guarded at that moment. In just a short span of time, it turned into a "no". Yet, I was still hopeful. I was waiting for another sign.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/feeds/1705045386646595047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31167488&amp;postID=1705045386646595047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/1705045386646595047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/1705045386646595047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/2010/04/sign.html' title='The Sign'/><author><name>bEb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690255057945914316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SNX_8r0Q5iI/AAAAAAAAATc/ErH7Lo78ABY/S220/fagioli.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167488.post-6919860477053210460</id><published>2010-04-14T08:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T08:40:41.727+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogger&apos;s Cabin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babes'/><title type='text'>Waking up Late</title><summary type='text'>I am now facing this problem of waking up late. I usually woke up six in the morning and do the chores but these past few days, I wake up 8 or 9. And when in the past I only get to sleep four hours, now, I sleep 8hours. This is not doing me good. Everytime I sleep more than 6 hours, it's making me weak and lazy the whole day. I think I should watch my eating habit and constant usage of computer. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/feeds/6919860477053210460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31167488&amp;postID=6919860477053210460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/6919860477053210460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/6919860477053210460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/2010/04/waking-up-late.html' title='Waking up Late'/><author><name>bEb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690255057945914316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SNX_8r0Q5iI/AAAAAAAAATc/ErH7Lo78ABY/S220/fagioli.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167488.post-4343185403511797387</id><published>2010-04-12T22:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T22:29:56.949+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogger&apos;s Cabin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babes'/><title type='text'>Colorblind</title><summary type='text'>Just a little post. My boyfriend (odd hehe) finally got his birthday present from me. I sent it two weeks ago as he is a little far from the country. I sent him in surprise a pink polo shirt. Upon claiming his package at the post office, he sent me message thanking me for the gift. But one thing he was sad about is that he didn't know what color his shirt was. I laughed and teased him that it's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/feeds/4343185403511797387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31167488&amp;postID=4343185403511797387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/4343185403511797387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/4343185403511797387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/2010/04/colorblind.html' title='Colorblind'/><author><name>bEb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690255057945914316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SNX_8r0Q5iI/AAAAAAAAATc/ErH7Lo78ABY/S220/fagioli.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167488.post-1398228100011907907</id><published>2010-04-11T21:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T23:20:01.080+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adve'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogger&apos;s Cabin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BaGetaway and Adventure'/><title type='text'>Great Heart-pumping Adventure</title><summary type='text'>I felt the sudden rush of blood when my heart beat faster as I slide the 40-meter waterslide of Maxima in Penaplata, Samal. One thing that hit me when I was about in the middle of the slide was the hope that the time stops or pauses so I can still hold my breath, relax and compose, and then scream again. Yet, I was in real time. I have no magic to to hold the time in my hand. I really don't know </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/feeds/1398228100011907907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31167488&amp;postID=1398228100011907907' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/1398228100011907907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/1398228100011907907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/2010/04/great-heart-pumping-adventure.html' title='Great Heart-pumping Adventure'/><author><name>bEb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690255057945914316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SNX_8r0Q5iI/AAAAAAAAATc/ErH7Lo78ABY/S220/fagioli.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167488.post-6918169878669797536</id><published>2010-04-10T11:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T12:08:24.798+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogger&apos;s Cabin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babes'/><title type='text'>Great Night with Two Circles</title><summary type='text'>I felt odd that I woke up so late today. Thanks to my friend who sent me SMS when it was almost 12nn. I was wondering why. I have not stressed myself too well yesterday. I even slept on my usual hours. Could it be because I have no obligation today? Or should I blame it to my excessive eating last night? Ah yes, it might be. I was like pigging out. At 9:40PM, I went out and had dinner with my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/feeds/6918169878669797536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31167488&amp;postID=6918169878669797536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/6918169878669797536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/6918169878669797536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/2010/04/great-night-with-two-circles.html' title='Great Night with Two Circles'/><author><name>bEb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690255057945914316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SNX_8r0Q5iI/AAAAAAAAATc/ErH7Lo78ABY/S220/fagioli.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167488.post-6715148360958288943</id><published>2010-04-08T04:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T04:44:02.037+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogger&apos;s Cabin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babes'/><title type='text'>A New Chapter</title><summary type='text'>It's been quite a long time since I have opened and read my favorite book. And now I shall continue reading a new chapter of it. The last chapters were filled with intensity, expectations and frustrations. But beyond all these, the character has surpassed them in his life's journey. Lessons were taught and learned. Life is indeed a constant education, a wisdom-seeking experience. A new chapter </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/feeds/6715148360958288943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31167488&amp;postID=6715148360958288943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/6715148360958288943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/6715148360958288943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-chapter.html' title='A New Chapter'/><author><name>bEb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690255057945914316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SNX_8r0Q5iI/AAAAAAAAATc/ErH7Lo78ABY/S220/fagioli.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167488.post-446568307003046269</id><published>2010-04-08T03:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T00:28:28.550+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogger&apos;s Cabin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babes'/><title type='text'>Reliving my Blog</title><summary type='text'>After four months, this blog has its post again. This, after I accidentally hit my bookmark on my favorite browser, read my ancient posts and some comments from my good friend, Thea. I barely recognized my way of writing. "Did I write this?", I asked her. And so I missed writing. Thus, this post.It's 3:36AM on my clock now and it's odd that after a day's affair, sleep has not struck me. Thinking </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/feeds/446568307003046269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31167488&amp;postID=446568307003046269' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/446568307003046269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/446568307003046269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/2010/04/reliving-my-blog.html' title='Reliving my Blog'/><author><name>bEb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690255057945914316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SNX_8r0Q5iI/AAAAAAAAATc/ErH7Lo78ABY/S220/fagioli.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/S74EIo4CMzI/AAAAAAAAAc4/MPXx4rzC3bs/s72-c/Picture+029-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167488.post-9160113791196194554</id><published>2009-12-04T09:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T09:57:37.016+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dating Tips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogger&apos;s Cabin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babes'/><title type='text'>15 Signs You're Meant to be Together</title><summary type='text'>I have no intention of posting something like this but I find it interesting so I thought of sharing it to you. Sometimes we wonder if we will end up together with our significant other in the future. And this is always a paranoia for those with age near to marrying. So why don't we take a look at these factors or signs that may shed light to our minds and hearts. Here are the 15 signs from Yahoo</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/feeds/9160113791196194554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31167488&amp;postID=9160113791196194554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/9160113791196194554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/9160113791196194554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/2009/12/15-signs-youre-meant-to-be-together.html' title='15 Signs You&apos;re Meant to be Together'/><author><name>bEb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690255057945914316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SNX_8r0Q5iI/AAAAAAAAATc/ErH7Lo78ABY/S220/fagioli.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167488.post-5547455334475268241</id><published>2009-11-09T08:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T09:18:31.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little English Collection</title><summary type='text'>Christmas is approaching and here we are again on a dilemma on which gifts we have to give to our children, godchildren, nieces and nephews. What usual gifts do you give? I say apparels are good ones. If you don't have time to go to malls and stores, then try browsing the online Little English store. It offers a variety of clothing at a reasonable price.Little English is a store of classic </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/feeds/5547455334475268241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31167488&amp;postID=5547455334475268241' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/5547455334475268241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/5547455334475268241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/2009/11/little-english-collection.html' title='Little English Collection'/><author><name>bEb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690255057945914316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SNX_8r0Q5iI/AAAAAAAAATc/ErH7Lo78ABY/S220/fagioli.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167488.post-5510232462977872022</id><published>2009-10-27T12:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T12:27:21.402+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philippines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cafe Firenzo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffeeshop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guide'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Davao ku'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Davao City'/><title type='text'>Spotting Davao's Coolest...</title><summary type='text'>Are you hoping to get a guide of what's Davao City up to? Visit Davao Etcetera and find out the coolest, hippest, and relaxing places to hang out. Travel, dine, drink and enjoy with your friends. </summary><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://www.kyaroru.com' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/feeds/5510232462977872022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31167488&amp;postID=5510232462977872022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/5510232462977872022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/5510232462977872022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/2009/10/spotting-davaos-coolest.html' title='Spotting Davao&apos;s Coolest...'/><author><name>bEb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690255057945914316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SNX_8r0Q5iI/AAAAAAAAATc/ErH7Lo78ABY/S220/fagioli.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SuZ1Hh_jLUI/AAAAAAAAAcs/rGg9RHtdETU/s72-c/thumbnailsDavaoEtcetera.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167488.post-5502032167570203780</id><published>2009-10-25T11:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T11:33:38.760+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='because i am a girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kiss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogger&apos;s Cabin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babes'/><title type='text'>How far would you go for the one you love?</title><summary type='text'>A teary-eyed Korean video clip.  For the English lyrics of this song, click here."BECAUSE I'M A GIRL" by: KissVersion English I just can't understand the waysOf all the men and their mistakesYou give them all your heartAnd then they rip it all awayYou told me how much you loved meAnd how our love was meant to beAnd I believed in youI thought that you would set me free(REFRAIN):You should've just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/feeds/5502032167570203780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31167488&amp;postID=5502032167570203780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/5502032167570203780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/5502032167570203780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/2009/10/how-far-would-you-go-for-one-you-love.html' title='How far would you go for the one you love?'/><author><name>bEb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690255057945914316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SNX_8r0Q5iI/AAAAAAAAATc/ErH7Lo78ABY/S220/fagioli.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167488.post-5304194123070176709</id><published>2009-08-07T20:11:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T21:12:39.116+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rainy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Healing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogger&apos;s Cabin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babes'/><title type='text'>The Gift I Have</title><summary type='text'>A friend once gave me one variety of a tree some 5 years ago (or maybe 7, I forgot). It was still a plant when it was given. I remembered I was still in my college years those times. It was something I never gave much attention to or taken cared much as I was an ideal but typical student, concerned of getting a higher mark to maintain my academic privilege. Years gone by and I hardly noticed that</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/feeds/5304194123070176709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31167488&amp;postID=5304194123070176709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/5304194123070176709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/5304194123070176709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/2009/08/friend-once-gave-me-one-variety-of-tree.html' title='The Gift I Have'/><author><name>bEb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690255057945914316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SNX_8r0Q5iI/AAAAAAAAATc/ErH7Lo78ABY/S220/fagioli.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167488.post-8401382546761976585</id><published>2009-07-12T12:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T12:31:02.153+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Climb'/><title type='text'>The Climb</title><summary type='text'>I am currently addicted to this song. It always reminds me to continue living my dreams. love it!The ClimbOST Hannah MontannaI can almost see itThat dream I am dreamingBut there's a voice inside my head saying"You'll never reach it"Every step I'm takingEvery move I make feelsLost with no directionMy faith is shakingBut I gotta keep tryingGotta keep my head held highThere's always gonna be another</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/feeds/8401382546761976585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31167488&amp;postID=8401382546761976585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/8401382546761976585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/8401382546761976585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/2009/07/climb.html' title='The Climb'/><author><name>bEb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690255057945914316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SNX_8r0Q5iI/AAAAAAAAATc/ErH7Lo78ABY/S220/fagioli.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167488.post-7038364611704477030</id><published>2009-07-05T20:17:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T20:23:02.007+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Last Chance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogger&apos;s Cabin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babes'/><title type='text'>Last Chance</title><summary type='text'>This song just keeps on popping out my mind and I unconsciously, constantly singing its few lines. I don't know either why it suddenly came on me. So I go online and search for the song title and its lyrics. And... EUREKA! Here it is! ;) Last Chance by Allure. You can view the video here.LAST CHANCEby AllureThis is my last dance with youThis is my only chance to do all I can doTo let you know </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/feeds/7038364611704477030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31167488&amp;postID=7038364611704477030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/7038364611704477030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/7038364611704477030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/2009/07/last-chance.html' title='Last Chance'/><author><name>bEb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690255057945914316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SNX_8r0Q5iI/AAAAAAAAATc/ErH7Lo78ABY/S220/fagioli.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167488.post-2933571654072464341</id><published>2009-06-23T14:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T14:27:21.888+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Getaway and Adventure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogger&apos;s Cabin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babes'/><title type='text'>Relaxing</title><summary type='text'>Good thing I was able to relax with my friends for two days. The time was worthwhile. I felt the crust of the earth under my feet, the sunshine, the wind and most especially the waters. Wooh! I had a splash of my life! The vacation was a cheap thrill and very adventurous. I will always remember that time that which I cannot take back and return. It was odd for I think I may not be able to do that</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/feeds/2933571654072464341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31167488&amp;postID=2933571654072464341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/2933571654072464341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/2933571654072464341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/2009/06/relaxing.html' title='Relaxing'/><author><name>bEb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690255057945914316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SNX_8r0Q5iI/AAAAAAAAATc/ErH7Lo78ABY/S220/fagioli.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167488.post-72056432416064041</id><published>2009-06-09T00:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T10:55:16.128+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='watches'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogger&apos;s Cabin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Panerai'/><title type='text'>Another Luxurious Collection</title><summary type='text'>With my constant buzzy and busy days, time plays an important role. Time is Gold. It must never be put to waste. I learned so many lessons of spending my time to waste. Expecting that I can recover the lost moments, I never could. And I learned to value time... slowly though. ;)I have three (3) Time Zones on my laptop, reminding me that I must not forget that I am working for three (3) countries </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/feeds/72056432416064041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31167488&amp;postID=72056432416064041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/72056432416064041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/72056432416064041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/2009/06/another-luxurious-collection.html' title='Another Luxurious Collection'/><author><name>bEb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690255057945914316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SNX_8r0Q5iI/AAAAAAAAATc/ErH7Lo78ABY/S220/fagioli.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167488.post-2982762129395489281</id><published>2009-06-09T00:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T00:20:03.712+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cheap Thrills'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Getaway and Adventure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogger&apos;s Cabin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babes'/><title type='text'>Heading off for Cheap Thrills!</title><summary type='text'>The earth's crust has always been the best floor to walk on. I have hoped to do this months before I landed on a new job. I thought this will be deprived of me knowing that life ahead (thinking from the past) will keep much of my time. It is indeed, yes. I was deprived of sunshine, wind, water, and earth. And now it's time for me to spend myself with them. Yipee! I gotta go nature tripping with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/feeds/2982762129395489281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31167488&amp;postID=2982762129395489281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/2982762129395489281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/2982762129395489281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/2009/06/heading-off-for-cheap-thrills.html' title='Heading off for Cheap Thrills!'/><author><name>bEb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690255057945914316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SNX_8r0Q5iI/AAAAAAAAATc/ErH7Lo78ABY/S220/fagioli.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167488.post-8666280856049561367</id><published>2009-05-31T10:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T10:49:20.278+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='online store'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='team sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best deals on team sports equipments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports equipments'/><title type='text'>Sporting for your team's needs</title><summary type='text'>Nothing keeps you up beat than staying fit and healthy all the time. Maintain a healthy diet by keeping a constant workout at gyms near you or simply enjoy the sports you are playing. They keep you abreast with the fast pace of life and avoid you being stressed out, especially with today's lifestyle.My life is all about work and home but I see to it that if I miss my badminton sessions, I always </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/feeds/8666280856049561367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31167488&amp;postID=8666280856049561367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/8666280856049561367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/8666280856049561367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/2009/05/sporting-for-your-teams-needs.html' title='Sporting for your team&apos;s needs'/><author><name>bEb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690255057945914316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SNX_8r0Q5iI/AAAAAAAAATc/ErH7Lo78ABY/S220/fagioli.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167488.post-3943408310574545506</id><published>2009-05-28T01:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T02:14:41.344+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feel good'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='look good'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogger&apos;s Cabin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babes'/><title type='text'>Feel Good, Look Good</title><summary type='text'>I just had a conversation with a good friend this afternoon. A friend of hers told her that she is growing prettier recently. 'Maybe you just feel good and that reflects the aura', I told her. She laughed and approved after I reminded her that the previous environment she has was toxic. Aside from the piles of work she had in the past, she became unhappy toward the management, toward the BOSS. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/feeds/3943408310574545506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31167488&amp;postID=3943408310574545506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/3943408310574545506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/3943408310574545506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/2009/05/feel-good-look-good.html' title='Feel Good, Look Good'/><author><name>bEb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690255057945914316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SNX_8r0Q5iI/AAAAAAAAATc/ErH7Lo78ABY/S220/fagioli.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167488.post-5233189034482714407</id><published>2009-05-24T22:47:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T02:33:06.557+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paulo Coelho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Alchemist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Santiago'/><title type='text'>The Alchemist</title><summary type='text'>A dear friend gave me the book The Alchemist last Friday which supposedly be his Christmas present. But since it is a very popular book, we have difficulty owning a copy then. Luckily, he surprised me with one. Thanks dear!Setting off for our dreams is a real tough and risky act. It entails courage, or even life itself. What is your Personal Legend? Were you able to communicate with the Soul of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/feeds/5233189034482714407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31167488&amp;postID=5233189034482714407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/5233189034482714407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/5233189034482714407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/2009/05/alchemist.html' title='The Alchemist'/><author><name>bEb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690255057945914316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SNX_8r0Q5iI/AAAAAAAAATc/ErH7Lo78ABY/S220/fagioli.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/ShnagVvteRI/AAAAAAAAAck/Md-nLnga598/s72-c/the_alchemist.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167488.post-5258067454210436095</id><published>2009-04-26T10:17:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T15:12:43.323+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='make yourself more valuable'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='workplace'/><title type='text'>Make Yourself More Valuable in your Workplace</title><summary type='text'>How do we make ourselves more valuable to the company we're working? I actually do not know. Work hard, harder, hardest? Hmmm that doesn't pay at all. Even though you have shown dedication to your job, chances are of less acknowledgment. Efforts are not seen and you get more frustrated because you cannot have what you wanted to achieve. Why? Because you have a dumb boss and a stale, rusty </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/feeds/5258067454210436095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31167488&amp;postID=5258067454210436095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/5258067454210436095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/5258067454210436095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/2009/04/make-yourself-more-valuable-in-your.html' title='Make Yourself More Valuable in your Workplace'/><author><name>bEb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690255057945914316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SNX_8r0Q5iI/AAAAAAAAATc/ErH7Lo78ABY/S220/fagioli.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167488.post-256551961338071007</id><published>2009-04-24T23:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T09:35:54.260+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='why de we dream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what are dreams'/><title type='text'>When I Dream</title><summary type='text'>I constantly dream these past few days and this reminds me of the Psychology subject I had with Mr. Henzel. Why do we dream and what do they mean? I got to read a brief information on it, just to refresh my memory, and yours too. ;)  The act of dream is physiological (physical), whereas the content of the dream is psychological. The images, emotions and activities of the dream are a product of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/feeds/256551961338071007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31167488&amp;postID=256551961338071007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/256551961338071007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/256551961338071007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-i-dream.html' title='When I Dream'/><author><name>bEb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690255057945914316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SNX_8r0Q5iI/AAAAAAAAATc/ErH7Lo78ABY/S220/fagioli.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167488.post-2533125368783652665</id><published>2009-04-19T21:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T20:44:45.042+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Winner Stands Alone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paulo Coelho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogger&apos;s Cabin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babes'/><title type='text'>The Winner Stands Alone</title><summary type='text'>A new book that will again touch hearts and influence the many. The Winner Stands Alone is a new novel about following one's dreams. What does the society impose one to become and to have? Sometimes we are greatly manipulated by the society realizing in the end after achieving them we asked ourselves: Are we happy? Are we satisfied? Are we whole? This recurrent theme of the book will let us get </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/feeds/2533125368783652665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31167488&amp;postID=2533125368783652665' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/2533125368783652665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/2533125368783652665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/2009/04/winner-stands-alone.html' title='The Winner Stands Alone'/><author><name>bEb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690255057945914316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SNX_8r0Q5iI/AAAAAAAAATc/ErH7Lo78ABY/S220/fagioli.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167488.post-5894418205878629714</id><published>2009-04-12T21:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T01:36:24.952+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babes'/><title type='text'>One More Chance</title><summary type='text'>'Just give me one more chance...' I was singing a few lines from Madonna's when flashes of events came before me that made me stopped. Another chance for me to live a life that is valuable. That I need to take all the time and effort to make it worthwhile. I need to get back to the mainstream. I need to be fed, information and experience wise. I need to make use of everything to get me started </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/feeds/5894418205878629714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31167488&amp;postID=5894418205878629714' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/5894418205878629714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/5894418205878629714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-more-chance.html' title='One More Chance'/><author><name>bEb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690255057945914316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SNX_8r0Q5iI/AAAAAAAAATc/ErH7Lo78ABY/S220/fagioli.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167488.post-4724863780421580078</id><published>2009-04-04T10:20:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T11:11:08.972+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philippines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='london'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IMF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estrada'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Legacy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bank secrecy law'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blacklist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OECD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='World Bank'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='G20'/><title type='text'>RP Blacklisted</title><summary type='text'>The recent meeting of Group of 20 Leaders or known as G20 held last Friday in London blacklisted the Philippines for being one of the four uncooperative tax havens worldwide. Other countries include Uruguay,Costa Rica and the Malaysian territory of Labuan. The Organization for Economic Cooperation and Development (OECD) named the four as uncooperative tax havens at the request of G20 because they</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/feeds/4724863780421580078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31167488&amp;postID=4724863780421580078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/4724863780421580078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/4724863780421580078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/2009/04/rp-blacklisted.html' title='RP Blacklisted'/><author><name>bEb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690255057945914316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SNX_8r0Q5iI/AAAAAAAAATc/ErH7Lo78ABY/S220/fagioli.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167488.post-1519992781665253890</id><published>2009-03-23T03:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T00:47:48.311+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogger&apos;s Cabin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babes'/><title type='text'>Aitakute, Tomodachi</title><summary type='text'>'Aitakute', I wanted to tell you all this because I miss our laughter and long talks over coffee. I miss our company, our friendship. To Wiseman who has indirectly taught me life's philosophy, take care and stay healthy.To the Disciple of Paulo Coehlo who introduced him to me and for life's inspirations it gave me, my coffee partner, press on.To Mommy who has showed me the courageous path of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/feeds/1519992781665253890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31167488&amp;postID=1519992781665253890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/1519992781665253890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/1519992781665253890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/2009/03/aitakute-tomodachi.html' title='Aitakute, Tomodachi'/><author><name>bEb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690255057945914316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SNX_8r0Q5iI/AAAAAAAAATc/ErH7Lo78ABY/S220/fagioli.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167488.post-8855660583272305542</id><published>2009-03-15T14:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T13:32:52.299+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogger&apos;s Cabin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babes'/><title type='text'>Lucky</title><summary type='text'>There are certain moments in our lives that we think we are but ordinary people living in an ordinary world. When in these times, we think that everyday is just plain but a continuous cycle of survival. We failed to see life's beauty, preoccupied on how to achieve the peak of success and fulfill self-worth. Yet, when we are in the brink of a circumstance when we almost to fail or vanish, the past</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/feeds/8855660583272305542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31167488&amp;postID=8855660583272305542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/8855660583272305542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/8855660583272305542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/2009/03/lucky.html' title='Lucky'/><author><name>bEb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690255057945914316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SNX_8r0Q5iI/AAAAAAAAATc/ErH7Lo78ABY/S220/fagioli.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167488.post-2065127193681897186</id><published>2009-02-25T17:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T01:15:34.799+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogger&apos;s Cabin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babes'/><title type='text'>Starting Anew</title><summary type='text'>Just to give a little update of my life (coz I’ve been sleeping for a few days now), I have started to create a new, well very different, day schedule. I finally able to unlock the chain I myself did for a long time. I have started to move on, although it was harder to welcome a new life than to leave the past behind. But everybody must let there lives be shone by new light even if that means </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/feeds/2065127193681897186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31167488&amp;postID=2065127193681897186' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/2065127193681897186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/2065127193681897186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/2009/02/starting-anew.html' title='Starting Anew'/><author><name>bEb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690255057945914316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SNX_8r0Q5iI/AAAAAAAAATc/ErH7Lo78ABY/S220/fagioli.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167488.post-5510910172953789707</id><published>2009-02-11T15:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T01:16:53.565+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valentine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogger&apos;s Cabin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babes'/><title type='text'>The Reciprocal of Love is Death</title><summary type='text'>Valentine’s Day is just three days to go. This means another year or months for lovers in love. I previously wrote blessed are those who celebrate it and miseries for none. I was referring to those who have no beaux to celebrate it at all. I was not expecting that there are also those who ended up loving before that day strikes. I apologize if I have overlooked such incident. It is a painful </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/feeds/5510910172953789707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31167488&amp;postID=5510910172953789707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/5510910172953789707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/5510910172953789707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/2009/02/absence-of-love-is-death.html' title='The Reciprocal of Love is Death'/><author><name>bEb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690255057945914316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SNX_8r0Q5iI/AAAAAAAAATc/ErH7Lo78ABY/S220/fagioli.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167488.post-776407440429655191</id><published>2009-02-04T00:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T01:17:08.270+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogger&apos;s Cabin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babes'/><title type='text'>I Fear Hello</title><summary type='text'>I have learned that saying goodbye is easier than saying hello.We are afraid to fly. We are afraid to commit. We wanted to leave the darkness but the light in the open will penetrate the eyes and blind them; so we decided to close them once again. We wanted to get out of the cave but the moment we step closer toward the beautiful but unfamiliar world, we stop and prefer to have both feet standing</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/feeds/776407440429655191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31167488&amp;postID=776407440429655191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/776407440429655191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/776407440429655191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-fear-hello.html' title='I Fear Hello'/><author><name>bEb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690255057945914316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SNX_8r0Q5iI/AAAAAAAAATc/ErH7Lo78ABY/S220/fagioli.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167488.post-404179848317860841</id><published>2009-02-02T17:04:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T20:41:16.030+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yui'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Remember You'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rie Fu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Wanna Go To A Place'/><title type='text'>I Wanna Go To A Place</title><summary type='text'>I was playing my ongaku folder today which I just copied from a friend, realizing that the songs I was playing were all sad ones. I ran across heartaches and goodbyes. Then I met Yui and Rie Fu.I Wanna Go To A PlaceI Remember YouI Wanna Go To A Placeby: Rie FuI wanna to a place where I can sayThat I'm all right and I'm staying there with youI wanna know if there could be anywayThat there's no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/feeds/404179848317860841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31167488&amp;postID=404179848317860841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/404179848317860841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/404179848317860841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-wanna-go-to-place.html' title='I Wanna Go To A Place'/><author><name>bEb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690255057945914316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SNX_8r0Q5iI/AAAAAAAAATc/ErH7Lo78ABY/S220/fagioli.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167488.post-5506252283885298272</id><published>2009-02-02T08:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T15:14:38.336+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogger&apos;s Cabin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babes'/><title type='text'>Nightmares for Daljas</title><summary type='text'>With the world revolving, another month awaits the living. It's February again and soon the air will be filled with love. Fortunate are those who can celebrate that day with their special someone. Blissful are they.  Miseries for those who have none? Nah that’s too harsh… After reminding my sisters that next month is a love fever, the house was filled with laughter. It would be a nightmare, my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/feeds/5506252283885298272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31167488&amp;postID=5506252283885298272' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/5506252283885298272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/5506252283885298272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/2009/02/nightmares-for-daljas.html' title='Nightmares for Daljas'/><author><name>bEb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690255057945914316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SNX_8r0Q5iI/AAAAAAAAATc/ErH7Lo78ABY/S220/fagioli.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167488.post-4936570369906258417</id><published>2009-01-30T16:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T16:17:43.223+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogger&apos;s Cabin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babes'/><title type='text'>Beauty Madness or Maddens?</title><summary type='text'>The context of beauty is too broad. Although the jargon is frequently used, it somehow emptied my brain with its definition. Many define the term on their own but what is beauty by the way? My inquisitiveness pushed me to my constant aid when it comes to information searching, the Internet. As usual, it did not fail me. But the definitions were a little tough to comprehend. It fed my brain but it</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/feeds/4936570369906258417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31167488&amp;postID=4936570369906258417' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/4936570369906258417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/4936570369906258417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/2009/01/beauty-madness-or-maddens.html' title='Beauty Madness or Maddens?'/><author><name>bEb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690255057945914316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SNX_8r0Q5iI/AAAAAAAAATc/ErH7Lo78ABY/S220/fagioli.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167488.post-6475681438869537490</id><published>2009-01-29T17:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T19:25:29.103+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogger&apos;s Cabin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babes'/><title type='text'>A Stifled Heart</title><summary type='text'>I wanted to cry a pail of tears but a river of it is better.  My feet cannot step sideways. It was stuck between these constricted parallel lines. It did not give me the chance to choose, for nothing is fit for a stay. My stifled heart is striving for a little air. It's screaming, "When will I be finally free?"Thanks to Konayuki (powdered snow). It served as the soothing element of that gloomy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/feeds/6475681438869537490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31167488&amp;postID=6475681438869537490' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/6475681438869537490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/6475681438869537490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/2009/01/stifled-heart.html' title='A Stifled Heart'/><author><name>bEb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690255057945914316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SNX_8r0Q5iI/AAAAAAAAATc/ErH7Lo78ABY/S220/fagioli.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167488.post-707434640657170183</id><published>2009-01-28T09:34:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T10:48:23.438+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car rentals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Transportation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Van'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='city tour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Davao City'/><title type='text'>Rent-a-Van</title><summary type='text'>Planning to take vacation in Davao City but no transport vehicle to tour the city? Worry not as we are offering transport vehicles to make your escapade convenient and worthwhile. We offer vans and cars for rentals.City tour will cost P3000 all-in with tour on Eden Nature Park or Phil Eagle, Japanese Tunnel, Crocodile Park, Japanese Museum, Davao Museum, Jack's Ridge, and Aldevinco Shopping </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/feeds/707434640657170183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31167488&amp;postID=707434640657170183' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/707434640657170183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/707434640657170183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/2009/01/rent-van.html' title='Rent-a-Van'/><author><name>bEb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690255057945914316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SNX_8r0Q5iI/AAAAAAAAATc/ErH7Lo78ABY/S220/fagioli.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/Sgvot5Rx2wI/AAAAAAAAAcI/lKThO9p7Zo8/s72-c/van1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167488.post-1693250565148570293</id><published>2009-01-27T12:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T12:55:52.320+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogger&apos;s Cabin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babes'/><title type='text'>Humility At Its Best</title><summary type='text'>Never had I thought of a conversation with humility, like that. It was a relief too, knowing that after what happened, a person as such could humbly talked to me and settled what should be settled. It was not something to change what I had decided for I will definitely not. It was a conversation of settling differences, alone. There's no love at all, no hatred too, just a plain intention of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/feeds/1693250565148570293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31167488&amp;postID=1693250565148570293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/1693250565148570293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/1693250565148570293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/2009/01/never-had-i-thought-of-conversation.html' title='Humility At Its Best'/><author><name>bEb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690255057945914316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SNX_8r0Q5iI/AAAAAAAAATc/ErH7Lo78ABY/S220/fagioli.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167488.post-5479127997983854696</id><published>2009-01-25T06:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T07:15:17.213+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogger&apos;s Cabin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babes'/><title type='text'>What's Wrong With These Eyes?</title><summary type='text'>The sun's rays are blinding my unsheathed eyes as I open the windows. They were immersed from the artificial light the whole time, barely blinking from the stressful rays of the CRT. I cannot peer through the window to look over my dog which constantly barks for the reason I do not know.I kept myself busy. I did the chores as early as five in the morning to keep me tired so I can finally take a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/feeds/5479127997983854696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31167488&amp;postID=5479127997983854696' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/5479127997983854696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/5479127997983854696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/2009/01/whats-wrong-with-these-eyes.html' title='What&apos;s Wrong With These Eyes?'/><author><name>bEb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690255057945914316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SNX_8r0Q5iI/AAAAAAAAATc/ErH7Lo78ABY/S220/fagioli.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167488.post-2596471457769496949</id><published>2009-01-25T04:25:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T20:51:17.299+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogger&apos;s Cabin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sad Mode'/><title type='text'>The Tradition of the Sun Appeared</title><summary type='text'>I should have written this post immediately after its revelation. The Tradition of the Sun appeared before me that night. I was actually expecting for it to happen but I never thought it would really take form in reality. I was happy then.Yet, it was a night far to remember. It was just like any ordinary nights I had, unfortunately. Except that the face once again appeared before me for so long </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/feeds/2596471457769496949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31167488&amp;postID=2596471457769496949' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/2596471457769496949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/2596471457769496949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/2009/01/tradition-of-sun-appeared.html' title='The Tradition of the Sun Appeared'/><author><name>bEb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690255057945914316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SNX_8r0Q5iI/AAAAAAAAATc/ErH7Lo78ABY/S220/fagioli.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167488.post-2488618985414377523</id><published>2009-01-25T03:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T03:21:10.083+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paulo Coelho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='head'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogger&apos;s Cabin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babes'/><title type='text'>The Other</title><summary type='text'>I stayed on bed for an hour trying to shut my body from that unplanned night. I failed. I stood up and finished reading the book I recently bought. I still can't sleep. What's wrong with me. Oops, I must have overslept that afternoon I remembered. I would love to believe that everything was just fine. It was actually, but my brain oftentimes wanted to speak to me. My heart isn't just ready for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/feeds/2488618985414377523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31167488&amp;postID=2488618985414377523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/2488618985414377523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/2488618985414377523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-cant-sleep.html' title='The Other'/><author><name>bEb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690255057945914316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SNX_8r0Q5iI/AAAAAAAAATc/ErH7Lo78ABY/S220/fagioli.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167488.post-2113550739320314918</id><published>2009-01-25T02:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T02:59:04.508+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paulo Coelho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogger&apos;s Cabin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babes'/><title type='text'>Love is Like a Dam</title><summary type='text'>I do not have a childhood sweetheart unlike Pilar but I do have someone my heart longed like that of hers. I kept wanting him, although and even though there's a wall I built to keep my heart separated. It may stumble anytime depending on how sturdy I was building it, yet afraid that it will in reality. I was Pilar in this case too. 'Love is much like a dam: if you allow a tiny crack to form </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/feeds/2113550739320314918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31167488&amp;postID=2113550739320314918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/2113550739320314918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/2113550739320314918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/2009/01/love-is-like-dam.html' title='Love is Like a Dam'/><author><name>bEb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690255057945914316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SNX_8r0Q5iI/AAAAAAAAATc/ErH7Lo78ABY/S220/fagioli.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167488.post-4903469939396261306</id><published>2009-01-21T16:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T03:55:28.379+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Tale of the Moon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogger&apos;s Cabin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babes'/><title type='text'>I Must Tell You This</title><summary type='text'>These past few nights, I have not seen the moon. It seemed to be hiding behind those dark clouds. Only the stars are visible at nights, oftentimes, not. Last night, I gazed at the sky and only saw the stars. They are countable unlike the other nights when I was still able to see different forms and figures. After I doze a little, I was awakened by the heavy downpour on the roof. And I knew </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/feeds/4903469939396261306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31167488&amp;postID=4903469939396261306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/4903469939396261306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/4903469939396261306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-must-tell-you-this.html' title='I Must Tell You This'/><author><name>bEb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690255057945914316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SNX_8r0Q5iI/AAAAAAAAATc/ErH7Lo78ABY/S220/fagioli.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167488.post-70558370064516135</id><published>2009-01-21T16:46:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T20:54:26.674+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogger&apos;s Cabin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babes'/><title type='text'>That Word Helped</title><summary type='text'>Rage swallowed me this noon. Thankful I am I was able to control my temper. That was after I uttered the F word surprisingly. It was something that I am not capable of saying especially that I was consciously (well partly) present with all other persons I am dealing with. But hey, it surprisingly worked. I felt a lot better. Sharing with friends helped me subside that rage too. Idiot people </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/feeds/70558370064516135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31167488&amp;postID=70558370064516135' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/70558370064516135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/70558370064516135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/2009/01/that-word-helped.html' title='That Word Helped'/><author><name>bEb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690255057945914316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SNX_8r0Q5iI/AAAAAAAAATc/ErH7Lo78ABY/S220/fagioli.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167488.post-8744054088147398748</id><published>2009-01-21T13:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T13:13:19.205+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogger&apos;s Cabin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babes'/><title type='text'>Rage Overpowering</title><summary type='text'>I don’t want anger to overpower my being. It is unhealthy. I am trying hard to stay calm despite what you have done to me. Please… I don’t want to leave a stained relationship. I want everything to be in place. But here you are again, trying to dig it all up. I am distressed. It could have been better if you have not talked to me. It was a useless and pointless conversation. I could have healed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/feeds/8744054088147398748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31167488&amp;postID=8744054088147398748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/8744054088147398748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/8744054088147398748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/2009/01/rage-overpowering.html' title='Rage Overpowering'/><author><name>bEb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690255057945914316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SNX_8r0Q5iI/AAAAAAAAATc/ErH7Lo78ABY/S220/fagioli.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167488.post-4596345350245754652</id><published>2009-01-19T18:00:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T21:00:59.000+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='head'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogger&apos;s Cabin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babes'/><title type='text'>I Filed a Divorce</title><summary type='text'>It was a decision difficult to make. Actually, right now I really don't know at all. I was as sturdy as narra but now, a little fear shone on me. (i'll get over it soonest) Leaving a long-time partner is a paralysis somehow. My world revolved around him for so long. It gave me a little of comfort and security. But they were not enough to let me feel loved. Now, only hope I can rely on. Hoping </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/feeds/4596345350245754652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31167488&amp;postID=4596345350245754652' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/4596345350245754652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/4596345350245754652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-filed-divorce.html' title='I Filed a Divorce'/><author><name>bEb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690255057945914316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SNX_8r0Q5iI/AAAAAAAAATc/ErH7Lo78ABY/S220/fagioli.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167488.post-8660623592973516247</id><published>2009-01-14T13:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T13:17:07.278+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogger&apos;s Cabin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babes'/><title type='text'>Like the Throne, Hate the Thorns</title><summary type='text'>For a few days, I was able to breathe a little air and escape the polluting environment I was moving. It was a relief I say. Although I had spent mind exhausting activities those times, I still find it better than moving with the people I mostly had contact with. I was even hoping I could spend the whole month or the next month or the succeeding months free of worries and free from the constant </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/feeds/8660623592973516247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31167488&amp;postID=8660623592973516247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/8660623592973516247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/8660623592973516247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/2009/01/like-throne-hate-thorns.html' title='Like the Throne, Hate the Thorns'/><author><name>bEb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690255057945914316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SNX_8r0Q5iI/AAAAAAAAATc/ErH7Lo78ABY/S220/fagioli.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167488.post-3534750432031754789</id><published>2009-01-09T21:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T23:18:36.598+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paulo Coelho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogger&apos;s Cabin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Devil and Miss Prym'/><title type='text'>Between Good and Evil</title><summary type='text'>Are humans evil or good by nature? This is the question posed primarily by Paulo Coelho's The Devil and Miss Prym.  Being good or evil can be affected by either punishment or reward. The book answered with an implication that greatly depends on the individuality of a person. In the end, what emerged is the choice of a person and how influential the Voice is within.I never thought I would be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/feeds/3534750432031754789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31167488&amp;postID=3534750432031754789' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/3534750432031754789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/3534750432031754789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/2009/01/between-good-and-evil.html' title='Between Good and Evil'/><author><name>bEb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690255057945914316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SNX_8r0Q5iI/AAAAAAAAATc/ErH7Lo78ABY/S220/fagioli.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167488.post-1950665043640259256</id><published>2009-01-07T08:37:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T03:57:32.365+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogger&apos;s Cabin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babes'/><title type='text'>Where's the Beauty of the Moon</title><summary type='text'>I was sitting outside at night gazing at the dark sky when I remembered one night when I admired the beauty of the moon. It was the first time I got that intensity of admiration.  Tonight, though the stars and moon glittered wondrously, the feeling that I once felt can no longer penetrate me. Could the reason be affected by the exhaustion my body felt tonight? Could it be the piled exhausting </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/feeds/1950665043640259256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31167488&amp;postID=1950665043640259256' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/1950665043640259256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/1950665043640259256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/2009/01/wheres-beauty-of-moon.html' title='Where&apos;s the Beauty of the Moon'/><author><name>bEb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690255057945914316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SNX_8r0Q5iI/AAAAAAAAATc/ErH7Lo78ABY/S220/fagioli.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167488.post-3286142377885322114</id><published>2009-01-01T22:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T04:06:08.183+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogger&apos;s Cabin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babes'/><title type='text'>My First Day</title><summary type='text'>Hmmm... my first day of the year was spent the whole day sleeping. What could this implication be with my whole year, I do not know. I might be hibernating lol. As each day is approaching the next working day, my anxiety grows more and more. I just really hope I can face that day with strong heart and great determination. I'm tired. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/feeds/3286142377885322114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31167488&amp;postID=3286142377885322114' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/3286142377885322114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/3286142377885322114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-first-day.html' title='My First Day'/><author><name>bEb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690255057945914316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SNX_8r0Q5iI/AAAAAAAAATc/ErH7Lo78ABY/S220/fagioli.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167488.post-8768066332856693434</id><published>2008-12-31T18:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T04:05:00.589+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogger&apos;s Cabin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babes'/><title type='text'>Tweetiums Gathered</title><summary type='text'>Wow! Last night was one of my greatest nights for this year as my Highschool circle met together to celebrate our Christmas. The group only meets rarely a year, once or twice. Emz was not with us that time as she was in Gensan with her family. We set this date so that we can meet each other before the year ends. The night was really a fun. We were able to bond with each other and fill those times</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/feeds/8768066332856693434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31167488&amp;postID=8768066332856693434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/8768066332856693434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/8768066332856693434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/2008/12/tweetiums-gathered.html' title='Tweetiums Gathered'/><author><name>bEb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690255057945914316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SNX_8r0Q5iI/AAAAAAAAATc/ErH7Lo78ABY/S220/fagioli.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167488.post-1563126318891853226</id><published>2008-12-31T18:23:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T04:03:16.133+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogger&apos;s Cabin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babes'/><title type='text'>The Last Day of Bet</title><summary type='text'>I actually greeted this year's last day with some friends. Except that I did not meet sunrise after the whole day's bonding. I was hoping I was awake 24 hours to greet the day with a visit at the church but I unconsciously lay asleep on  the bed as soon as I got home early. I mean early in the morning.The year has been good to me minus the recent incidents that quite affected me. Nonetheless, the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/feeds/1563126318891853226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31167488&amp;postID=1563126318891853226' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/1563126318891853226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/1563126318891853226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/2008/12/last-day-of-bet.html' title='The Last Day of Bet'/><author><name>bEb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690255057945914316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SNX_8r0Q5iI/AAAAAAAAATc/ErH7Lo78ABY/S220/fagioli.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167488.post-3909380838208908483</id><published>2008-12-29T02:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T22:34:01.393+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Choice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogger&apos;s Cabin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nicholas Sparks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babes'/><title type='text'>It's Yet Another Love Story</title><summary type='text'>I am having a hard time finishing the recent book I am reading. It's on my second day yet the will to finish has not yet sink in. Maybe it's because the story is, shall I say, a typical love story and the ending is anticipating. But in fairness to the book, it was beautifully written. The conversations are witty. Maybe I was just too immersed with Paulo's works that's why I was a little bias. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/feeds/3909380838208908483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31167488&amp;postID=3909380838208908483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/3909380838208908483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/3909380838208908483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-yet-another-love-story.html' title='It&apos;s Yet Another Love Story'/><author><name>bEb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690255057945914316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SNX_8r0Q5iI/AAAAAAAAATc/ErH7Lo78ABY/S220/fagioli.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167488.post-4763235724089335636</id><published>2008-12-28T00:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T02:21:26.337+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Choice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogger&apos;s Cabin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nicholas Sparks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babes'/><title type='text'>Starting The Choice</title><summary type='text'>Never thought I would be reading this book, The Choice by Nicholas Sparks. The author was the great man behind the books and were famously filmed Message in a Bottle, The Notebook, A Walk to Remember and Nights in Rodanthe. I found the book a few hours ago after I was desperately looking for something to read. I told you, I was damn bored. I finally saw it in one of my bags. (so I did not bring </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/feeds/4763235724089335636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31167488&amp;postID=4763235724089335636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/4763235724089335636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/4763235724089335636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/2008/12/starting-choice.html' title='Starting The Choice'/><author><name>bEb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690255057945914316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SNX_8r0Q5iI/AAAAAAAAATc/ErH7Lo78ABY/S220/fagioli.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167488.post-1802609098587383286</id><published>2008-12-27T19:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T19:48:20.375+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogger&apos;s Cabin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babes'/><title type='text'>What Else Should I Do?</title><summary type='text'>I was supposed to go out tonight and meet some friends but unfortunately unexpected events happened and I have to be stuck again in the house all day. I was never used to staying in the house so long but now, the vacation is keeping me idle and bored. I didn't have my constant friend with me as she was home with her mom's reprimands. Oops sorry to spill that out. heheI was actually searching for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/feeds/1802609098587383286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31167488&amp;postID=1802609098587383286' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/1802609098587383286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/1802609098587383286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-else-should-i-do.html' title='What Else Should I Do?'/><author><name>bEb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690255057945914316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SNX_8r0Q5iI/AAAAAAAAATc/ErH7Lo78ABY/S220/fagioli.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167488.post-830283522857022591</id><published>2008-12-27T09:51:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T03:42:10.204+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paulo Coelho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogger&apos;s Cabin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babes'/><title type='text'>A Jist of Brida</title><summary type='text'>I read Brida the whole afternoon the other day. Another laudable work of Paulo Coelho.Brida is a story of finding one's destiny, of knowledge, of one's self, and of love. It is about a young woman who came in search for magic. She went in to the woods and searched for the Magus who she believed will help her find the answers. Magic, like life is mysterious as he said. The Magus taught her the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/feeds/830283522857022591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31167488&amp;postID=830283522857022591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/830283522857022591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/830283522857022591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/2008/12/jist-of-brida.html' title='A Jist of Brida'/><author><name>bEb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690255057945914316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SNX_8r0Q5iI/AAAAAAAAATc/ErH7Lo78ABY/S220/fagioli.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SVYh9q63PUI/AAAAAAAAAao/q3Bs8iKSxcQ/s72-c/1916_Full_brida_Cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167488.post-5668429655198061054</id><published>2008-12-27T09:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T10:13:43.852+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paulo Coelho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogger&apos;s Cabin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Devil and Miss Prym'/><title type='text'>My Paulo Holiday</title><summary type='text'>For two consecutive days, I was immersed in inspiration and hope. Thanks to Paulo Coelho who have never failed to inspire people in all walks. The constant cheers and chats in the house made me intoxicated so I decided to seclude myself and started reading. I read on Paulo's two books, Brida and The Devil and Miss Prym. I fin'ly got the time to read them because I was too damn excited to swim in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/feeds/5668429655198061054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31167488&amp;postID=5668429655198061054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/5668429655198061054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/5668429655198061054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-paulo-holiday.html' title='My Paulo Holiday'/><author><name>bEb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690255057945914316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SNX_8r0Q5iI/AAAAAAAAATc/ErH7Lo78ABY/S220/fagioli.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167488.post-4802082747985055914</id><published>2008-12-24T14:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T14:33:11.601+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogger&apos;s Cabin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babes'/><title type='text'>Merry Weakmass</title><summary type='text'>I was supposed to buy gifts today for our kriskringle for tonight but I was not able to wake up early this morning. I have not even picked up the CD I asked from a friend. My body is weak. A shiver in my bones is felt. The rain seems not to go away this time.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/feeds/4802082747985055914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31167488&amp;postID=4802082747985055914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/4802082747985055914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/4802082747985055914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-weakmass.html' title='Merry Weakmass'/><author><name>bEb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690255057945914316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SNX_8r0Q5iI/AAAAAAAAATc/ErH7Lo78ABY/S220/fagioli.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167488.post-4551935696409202152</id><published>2008-12-23T23:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T23:42:02.524+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paulo Coelho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogger&apos;s Cabin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babes'/><title type='text'>I Received Gifts</title><summary type='text'>Yehey! I received my first ever Paulo Coelho book, The Devil and Miss Prym. Thanks dearie… Love it very much! Thanks too for my friends who have shared their blessings to me. Mommy and Manong, love you much! I will definitely be weeping without your presence soon… Merry Christmas to everyone! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/feeds/4551935696409202152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31167488&amp;postID=4551935696409202152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/4551935696409202152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/4551935696409202152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-received-gifts.html' title='I Received Gifts'/><author><name>bEb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690255057945914316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SNX_8r0Q5iI/AAAAAAAAATc/ErH7Lo78ABY/S220/fagioli.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SVEE9t0MOxI/AAAAAAAAAag/uWrUbN2pYSs/s72-c/thedevilandmissprym.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167488.post-5229496474837216632</id><published>2008-12-23T15:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T21:06:17.474+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogger&apos;s Cabin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babes'/><title type='text'>Same Species</title><summary type='text'>We were at the coffeeshop that time waiting for an email from London which will be our soonest nest. While Thea and I were talking, a guy from the outside who belongs to the same species of the cat caught the attention of Thea. She then asked me how was the cat. I gave no reply except for 'I don't know'. Well, that was the best and the only answer I could give lol. We continued to discuss </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/feeds/5229496474837216632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31167488&amp;postID=5229496474837216632' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/5229496474837216632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/5229496474837216632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/2008/12/same-species.html' title='Same Species'/><author><name>bEb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690255057945914316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SNX_8r0Q5iI/AAAAAAAAATc/ErH7Lo78ABY/S220/fagioli.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167488.post-8004227480186068719</id><published>2008-12-21T00:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T00:46:50.437+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogger&apos;s Cabin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babes'/><title type='text'>The Shirt Was Sold</title><summary type='text'>I met with my good friend tonight planning for a group Christmas party. As usual, we were the constant partners when it comes to circle plans and outing. After a few drinks and songs with Korean friends, the two of us went out for coffee and finally made options available for our group's approval.Going home we realized it's another mallwide sale. I complained how the shirt I planned to buy the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/feeds/8004227480186068719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31167488&amp;postID=8004227480186068719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/8004227480186068719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/8004227480186068719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/2008/12/shirt-was-sold.html' title='The Shirt Was Sold'/><author><name>bEb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690255057945914316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SNX_8r0Q5iI/AAAAAAAAATc/ErH7Lo78ABY/S220/fagioli.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167488.post-996646380307709905</id><published>2008-12-17T15:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T00:12:37.182+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogger&apos;s Cabin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babes'/><title type='text'>Everything's OK... I Think</title><summary type='text'>I somehow felt guilty for having afflicted trouble to other people who were unknowingly dragged in the incident. I admit and I apologize. I humbled, as what my great friend said. Well, maybe it's all I could do. I don't want to make the issue bigger so to cut it all off, I apologize, once again. Maybe it was just an outburst of emotions that one does not care if it pained the other. At least now,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/feeds/996646380307709905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31167488&amp;postID=996646380307709905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/996646380307709905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/996646380307709905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/2008/12/everythings-ok-i-think.html' title='Everything&apos;s OK... I Think'/><author><name>bEb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690255057945914316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SNX_8r0Q5iI/AAAAAAAAATc/ErH7Lo78ABY/S220/fagioli.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167488.post-3283838312706683888</id><published>2008-12-16T15:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T15:52:58.129+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogger&apos;s Cabin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babes'/><title type='text'>Smile, baby!</title><summary type='text'>My heart found a moment of comfort as I slowly watch the printer head moved side to side printing grandpa’s great grandson’s photo. I was thankful I was given a moment even if it was very short. Just two ticks of clock’s hands, my heart temporarily wiped the anxieties and began to smile. Maybe I need a little of something that would make me forget about life’s worries and pains and just smile and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/feeds/3283838312706683888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31167488&amp;postID=3283838312706683888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/3283838312706683888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/3283838312706683888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/2008/12/smile-baby.html' title='Smile, baby!'/><author><name>bEb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690255057945914316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SNX_8r0Q5iI/AAAAAAAAATc/ErH7Lo78ABY/S220/fagioli.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SUdT6dTj7QI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DyIMe2lWdYk/s72-c/apo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167488.post-8150767390144959407</id><published>2008-12-14T22:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T23:20:22.621+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Veronika Decides to Die'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paulo Coelho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Alchemist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babes'/><title type='text'>What do I want for Christmas?</title><summary type='text'>I used to think I have nothing to ask this Christmas, except of course for money. But well, only my company can give me that much amount. Unfortunately, for this season, I will not be receiving big (blame it to the world crisis they were talking about) So let's crash it off my blank list. So instead of dreaming of it, why not make a reality check. So I wrote on my Christmas gift list, number one </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/feeds/8150767390144959407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31167488&amp;postID=8150767390144959407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/8150767390144959407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/8150767390144959407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-do-i-want-for-christmas.html' title='What do I want for Christmas?'/><author><name>bEb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690255057945914316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SNX_8r0Q5iI/AAAAAAAAATc/ErH7Lo78ABY/S220/fagioli.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167488.post-6285863428909876359</id><published>2008-12-11T17:10:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T22:43:49.138+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogger&apos;s Cabin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babes'/><title type='text'>Happiness: Contagious as a Flu</title><summary type='text'>It's already past 5 so I can now give myself a little time to roam around the net. I was actually thinking what to blog about this day. I paused for a moment while pondering, then my eyes caught the title of a featured article in a newspaper that reads Happiness: Contagious as a Flu. I already read it an hour ago after my friend persuaded me saying it is very interesting. And yes, it did not fail</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/feeds/6285863428909876359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31167488&amp;postID=6285863428909876359' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/6285863428909876359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/6285863428909876359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/2008/12/happiness-contagious-as-flu.html' title='Happiness: Contagious as a Flu'/><author><name>bEb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690255057945914316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SNX_8r0Q5iI/AAAAAAAAATc/ErH7Lo78ABY/S220/fagioli.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167488.post-3933660996323206963</id><published>2008-12-10T17:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:16:38.711+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogger&apos;s Cabin'/><title type='text'>A Flash of Some Things</title><summary type='text'>Flashing memories unceasingly fill my mind these past few days. Maybe idle minds are victims of inevitable flashbacks but they made me smile remembering how every people I dealt with had left a beautiful mark in my life. I unceasingly smile how I was able to carry my feet during the moments when they were almost swamped and my hands were able to grasp ropes to pull myself up. And now everything </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/feeds/3933660996323206963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31167488&amp;postID=3933660996323206963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/3933660996323206963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/3933660996323206963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/2008/12/flash-of-some-things.html' title='A Flash of Some Things'/><author><name>bEb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690255057945914316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SNX_8r0Q5iI/AAAAAAAAATc/ErH7Lo78ABY/S220/fagioli.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167488.post-3579675085738232488</id><published>2008-12-08T19:33:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T09:05:30.373+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogger&apos;s Cabin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babes'/><title type='text'>Wiseman Has Spoken</title><summary type='text'>The group happily and excitingly pricked the roasted chicken served at lunch at 3:30 in the afternoon. While the group was talking and eating, Wiseman entered the room, sat and joined in the conversation. Fashionguru told him, "Sir, what do you think about giving these people vaccines against contagious diseases. It would be good if they are kept protected." Wiseman said, "Yes, of course. You </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/feeds/3579675085738232488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31167488&amp;postID=3579675085738232488' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/3579675085738232488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/3579675085738232488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/2008/12/wiseman-has-spoken.html' title='Wiseman Has Spoken'/><author><name>bEb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690255057945914316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SNX_8r0Q5iI/AAAAAAAAATc/ErH7Lo78ABY/S220/fagioli.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167488.post-5879686111571501118</id><published>2008-12-07T18:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T18:28:58.139+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chris Daughtry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>HOME</title><summary type='text'>by: Chris DaughtryI'm staring out into the nightTrying to hide the painI'm going to the place where loveAnd feeling good don't ever cost a thingAnd the pain you feel's a different kind of painI'm going homeBack to the place where I belongAnd where your love has always been enough for meI'm not running fromNo, I think you got me all wrongI don't regret this life I chose for meBut these places and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/feeds/5879686111571501118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31167488&amp;postID=5879686111571501118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/5879686111571501118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/5879686111571501118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/2008/12/home.html' title='HOME'/><author><name>bEb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690255057945914316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SNX_8r0Q5iI/AAAAAAAAATc/ErH7Lo78ABY/S220/fagioli.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167488.post-6063617984413932898</id><published>2008-12-04T23:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T23:45:03.178+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogger&apos;s Cabin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babes'/><title type='text'>It Might Be</title><summary type='text'>The constant buzzing around numbed me. What's only left is the intention of moving out and starting anew. No other feeling has left this persona except for that thing. Life has always been good on me but I regret I have not made the most of it. Regreting has always been a part of us. But this time, I can no longer go back and fix everything I did except that I can still construct my own way and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/feeds/6063617984413932898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31167488&amp;postID=6063617984413932898' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/6063617984413932898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/6063617984413932898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/2008/12/it-might-be.html' title='It Might Be'/><author><name>bEb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690255057945914316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SNX_8r0Q5iI/AAAAAAAAATc/ErH7Lo78ABY/S220/fagioli.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167488.post-3499535791090033728</id><published>2008-12-01T20:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T21:05:45.063+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transcription'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogger&apos;s Cabin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babes'/><title type='text'>The Implications</title><summary type='text'>I peered through the window at the second level and saw you approaching the house. I presume you will ask for an apology. I hide. Hide so you won't have another reason to hurt me. So I won't have the reason to see and talk to you again. I do not know why, but I hide myself in the closet. My housemate opened the door for you and you got in even after she told you I was not home. You insisted to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/feeds/3499535791090033728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31167488&amp;postID=3499535791090033728' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/3499535791090033728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/3499535791090033728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/2008/12/implications.html' title='The Implications'/><author><name>bEb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690255057945914316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SNX_8r0Q5iI/AAAAAAAAATc/ErH7Lo78ABY/S220/fagioli.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167488.post-7608708528628735866</id><published>2008-12-01T20:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T23:33:13.681+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogger&apos;s Cabin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babes'/><title type='text'>Shameless Me</title><summary type='text'>I never thought I would be trapped in this situation. My cards were declined! I have always been careful not to be caught in a shameful situation, but well, there I was. My two cards were declined amidst the long line at the grocery. hahaha. Strange... Though the situation was shameful, I never felt any shame that time. Wooh wait a minute. Am I becoming too shameless now? That's a shame! ooops! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/feeds/7608708528628735866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31167488&amp;postID=7608708528628735866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/7608708528628735866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/7608708528628735866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/2008/12/shameless-me.html' title='Shameless Me'/><author><name>bEb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690255057945914316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SNX_8r0Q5iI/AAAAAAAAATc/ErH7Lo78ABY/S220/fagioli.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167488.post-4055218272375143823</id><published>2008-11-29T21:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T21:26:46.380+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogger&apos;s Cabin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babes'/><title type='text'>Just typing. That's all.</title><summary type='text'>It feels odd to be staying in the house by this hour 'coz for the past few weeks and/or days I have been a constant resident of the office. It feels good though. The day was too tiring. The office hosted a recorder competition in Calinan, and as usual I was one of the organizers. The pressure of the event and the intensity of the sun knocked me to sleep as soon as I arrived home this afternoon. I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/feeds/4055218272375143823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31167488&amp;postID=4055218272375143823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/4055218272375143823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/4055218272375143823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-typing-thats-all.html' title='Just typing. That&apos;s all.'/><author><name>bEb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690255057945914316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SNX_8r0Q5iI/AAAAAAAAATc/ErH7Lo78ABY/S220/fagioli.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167488.post-6857093559944649404</id><published>2008-11-27T21:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T22:57:01.951+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Getaway and Adventure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogger&apos;s Cabin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babes'/><title type='text'>Thanks! I Will Miss You!</title><summary type='text'>Ever had the feeling of taking a guilt vacation? Wooh wait a minute what was that?Well actually it wasn't that much guilt. I was just worried how will we ever go back to where we was without people noticing our getaway. The vacation was filled with so much excitement. Although the place was not a place to relax, the company kept me enjoyed. I won't exactly share the WHO, WHAT, WHEN and WHERE </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/feeds/6857093559944649404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31167488&amp;postID=6857093559944649404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/6857093559944649404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/6857093559944649404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanks-i-will-miss-you.html' title='Thanks! I Will Miss You!'/><author><name>bEb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690255057945914316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SNX_8r0Q5iI/AAAAAAAAATc/ErH7Lo78ABY/S220/fagioli.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167488.post-7940778400598504834</id><published>2008-11-24T07:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T08:40:38.734+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogger&apos;s Cabin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babes'/><title type='text'>Soon...</title><summary type='text'>The weather today is very great. The heavy and constant downpour makes me feel relaxed. For people with nothing to do, the weather is great but for people going to school and work it is very inconvenient. I missed the feeling of relaxing and I am looking forward to more of it very soon.I am now anticipating the soonest possible moment when I will have a new me. The worry is still there but the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/feeds/7940778400598504834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31167488&amp;postID=7940778400598504834' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/7940778400598504834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/7940778400598504834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/2008/11/soon.html' title='Soon...'/><author><name>bEb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690255057945914316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SNX_8r0Q5iI/AAAAAAAAATc/ErH7Lo78ABY/S220/fagioli.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167488.post-7100088940559924206</id><published>2008-11-22T23:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T23:48:44.194+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogger&apos;s Cabin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babes'/><title type='text'>Infertility</title><summary type='text'>The flowers died The trees ceased to bear fruitsThe soil is not richBut the weeds lavishly grew.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/feeds/7100088940559924206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31167488&amp;postID=7100088940559924206' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/7100088940559924206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/7100088940559924206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/2008/11/infertility.html' title='Infertility'/><author><name>bEb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690255057945914316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SNX_8r0Q5iI/AAAAAAAAATc/ErH7Lo78ABY/S220/fagioli.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167488.post-7255713709829187810</id><published>2008-11-20T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T16:44:30.938+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tutor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogger&apos;s Cabin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babes'/><title type='text'>Oops!</title><summary type='text'>For tonight, the time with my little cute brats has ended. The little one gave me a DIY beaded bracelet which touched me very much. I left their house.I was now walking along the dark lonely streets away from their home. While waiting for the economic transportation in the dimmed corner, a vehicle passed me which I presume was the father of the little girls. I waved. The driver stopped and looked</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/feeds/7255713709829187810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31167488&amp;postID=7255713709829187810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/7255713709829187810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/7255713709829187810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/2008/11/oops.html' title='Oops!'/><author><name>bEb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690255057945914316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SNX_8r0Q5iI/AAAAAAAAATc/ErH7Lo78ABY/S220/fagioli.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167488.post-2385720608774470860</id><published>2008-11-18T13:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T13:54:32.569+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Honesty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='head'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogger&apos;s Cabin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='body'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babes'/><title type='text'>In Time, We'll Know</title><summary type='text'>The intensity of the heat yesterday caused me intense headache that I slept nearly 6 in the evening. Waking up today, the pain has not subsided yet. I was still holding on with the pain in the office not until I found out something. The emotions maybe more intense than what my physique is feeling coz I can no longer feel the bang in my head but the bang in my heart.I have no right to neither get </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/feeds/2385720608774470860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31167488&amp;postID=2385720608774470860' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/2385720608774470860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/2385720608774470860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/2008/11/in-time-well-know.html' title='In Time, We&apos;ll Know'/><author><name>bEb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690255057945914316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SNX_8r0Q5iI/AAAAAAAAATc/ErH7Lo78ABY/S220/fagioli.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167488.post-8539589498228604099</id><published>2008-11-17T09:02:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T14:27:42.574+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Looking for Something'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Getaway and Adventure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogger&apos;s Cabin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babes'/><title type='text'>Chasing a Guy</title><summary type='text'>Wooh! I never thought we will end up chasing a guy on Saturday night. Was it still night or early in the morning? Whenever that was, the feeling was very odd... but exciting too. lol. Oh well let me go into details.The whole Saturday was an exhausting day. I did work and play. From Fagioli to Brueggers' to Promenade to the streets of Davao, we unrelentlessly toured the city. Autoshop was not our </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/feeds/8539589498228604099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31167488&amp;postID=8539589498228604099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/8539589498228604099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167488/posts/default/8539589498228604099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerscabin.blogspot.com/2008/11/chasing-guy.html' title='Chasing a Guy'/><author><name>bEb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690255057945914316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oi1LUnIINRo/SNX_8r0Q5iI/AAAAAAAAATc/ErH7Lo78ABY/S220/fagioli.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
