<?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-7627014</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:42:13.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet tooth</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetseize.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7627014/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetseize.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>bittersweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16415233808817205914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7627014.post-110385632801913099</id><published>2004-12-23T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T18:45:28.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Song Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The First Cut Is The Deepest&lt;br /&gt;by Sheryl Crow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have given you all of my heart&lt;br /&gt;But there's someone who's torn it apart&lt;br /&gt;And he's taken just all that I have&lt;br /&gt;But if you want I'll try to love again&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I'll try to love again but I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first cut is the deepest&lt;br /&gt;Baby I know the first cut is the deepest&lt;br /&gt;But when it comes to being lucky he's cursed&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to loving me he's worst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still want you by my side&lt;br /&gt;Just to help me dry the tears that I've cried&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sure going to give you a try&lt;br /&gt;And if you want I'll try to love again (tryyy)&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I'll try to love again but I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first cut is the deepest&lt;br /&gt;Baby I know the first cut is the deepest&lt;br /&gt;But when it comes to being lucky he's cursed&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to loving me he's worst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still want you by my side&lt;br /&gt;Just to help me dry the tears that I've cried&lt;br /&gt;But I'm sure gonna give you a try&lt;br /&gt;'Cause if you want I'll try to love again (try to love again)&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I'll try to love again but I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first cut is the deepest&lt;br /&gt;Baby I know, the first cut is the deepest&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to being lucky he's cursed&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to loving me he's worst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first cut is the deepest baby i know&lt;br /&gt;The first cut is the deepest try to love again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;* Can love be without complications? He makes me feel good. He makes me laugh. He likes me a lot and I like him a lot too. He is the perfect candidate but I have to get rid of lion love-bearer first so those who want to love me can come in. Tough, isn’t it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7627014-110385632801913099?l=bittersweetseize.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetseize.blogspot.com/feeds/110385632801913099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7627014&amp;postID=110385632801913099' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7627014/posts/default/110385632801913099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7627014/posts/default/110385632801913099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetseize.blogspot.com/2004/12/my-song-today.html' title='My Song Today'/><author><name>bittersweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16415233808817205914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7627014.post-110190545482542505</id><published>2004-12-01T04:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T04:50:54.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Santa</title><content type='html'>Dear Santa,&lt;br /&gt;It’s December and I still don’t see light sa aking MLP goal for the year – (BF by Dec. 23, 2004) Pero ok lang po un Santa. Sabi nga ni TC, haste makes waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a phone call from a dear inhinyero friend who attempted to court me b4 and is trying to win me over again. Gosh! Ang sweet nya. Ang noble pa because he’s with the reporter Adrian Ayalin sa Dingalan kung saan may mga flashfloods. In the service of the Filipino talaga. Santa, wawa naman po ung mga nasalanta. I’ll try to give something through Sagip Kapamilya. Heniweyz, he’s been trying to reach me kasi di pa raw niya nabibigay ung pasalubong nyang pili tarts when he arrived from the Visayas the other week and he has pasalubong for me from Mindoro raw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men! They make you fall really hard tapos lalaglagin ka in the end. Hehe, this is Candy the cynic talking again. Ala lang…. Ano? (Sagutin ko na kaya, jajajajanice? Ano sa tingin mo, try lang) Shucks! Actually, right now, I feel so elated. May asim pa pala ako. Hehe! Kaya lang, hindi ganun kadali un coz he has to live up to my standards. Sowy sensya na pero high ata ung na-set kong standards. He has to be at par with my ex kung hindi, baka di ko sya kaya ipagmalaki sa pamilya ko. Bad ba ako Santa? Di ko nga ma-feel ung pasko e. Lagi tumutugtog sa radio ung “Even Santa Fell In Love” na song. Santa, paano ba kayo nagka-inlab-an ni Mrs. Claus? Sana sagutin ako ni Santa sa pasko. Ingat ka lagi Santa =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Candy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7627014-110190545482542505?l=bittersweetseize.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetseize.blogspot.com/feeds/110190545482542505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7627014&amp;postID=110190545482542505' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7627014/posts/default/110190545482542505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7627014/posts/default/110190545482542505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetseize.blogspot.com/2004/12/dear-santa.html' title='Dear Santa'/><author><name>bittersweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16415233808817205914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7627014.post-110180549853289106</id><published>2004-11-30T01:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T01:04:58.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>kilig factor</title><content type='html'>No, I’m not auditioning for MTB Luv Idol (plugging pa!) Someone sent an offline message in my YM yesterday – ???:tc (11/29/04 4:58:13 PM). Last I remembered, I was chatting with him about automobile stuff and I saw our office window. Damn! It was raining hard. I should better get going. Besides, I was almost done with my report and my mom was waiting for me at home. Hay life! Could it be that my male iron has melt. Tama ba ako’ng sabihin na ang meaning ng TC ay take care coz I care? Lumalabas na naman ang pagkababae ko at kung anu-ano’ng definition ang binibigay ko sa TC e sa dapat wala naman diba? Actually, he will never say something like that to my face. He is iceman (this is another guy, hindi ito si lion love-bearer). Which leads me to post something I wrote months back when BLOGS are still alien to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me abstract, call me schizo just don’t call me a heartbreaker coz I will never be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7627014-110180549853289106?l=bittersweetseize.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetseize.blogspot.com/feeds/110180549853289106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7627014&amp;postID=110180549853289106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7627014/posts/default/110180549853289106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7627014/posts/default/110180549853289106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetseize.blogspot.com/2004/11/kilig-factor.html' title='kilig factor'/><author><name>bittersweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16415233808817205914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7627014.post-110180568033645297</id><published>2004-11-30T01:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T01:08:00.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>studying makes me a dull girl</title><content type='html'>I don’t feel like reading Philip Kotler today =( I didn’t even do the brand position exercise. Ikanga, ‘deadma!” pag tinawag ni Professor RC later, sagot lang kahit walang sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7627014-110180568033645297?l=bittersweetseize.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetseize.blogspot.com/feeds/110180568033645297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7627014&amp;postID=110180568033645297' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7627014/posts/default/110180568033645297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7627014/posts/default/110180568033645297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetseize.blogspot.com/2004/11/studying-makes-me-dull-girl.html' title='studying makes me a dull girl'/><author><name>bittersweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16415233808817205914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7627014.post-110180561488020460</id><published>2004-11-30T01:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T01:11:15.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ritual</title><content type='html'>(February 11, 2004)&lt;br /&gt;Just when you thought everything’s bed of roses and nothing would ever come love’s way, you succumb to the ritual. No emotions, no heart, you just perform the ritual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All else have fallen into place, even if without a better half (like, who am I trying to convince?). Who wouldn’t want someone who is always there to talk with, to hold hands with? You can’t have it all. And He compensates it with other things. She asks for other better things, but she equips herself with tools of coping with rejection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ritual is actually a class… a passion class, that is. It is a one-on-one, a teacher-student interaction. It’s okay to ask questions just don’t overwork each other. This is where the action is. There will be a lot of huffs, puffs and jitters (the nice ones). You’ll get all sweaty but you’ll realize in the end it’s worth the exercise. One reminder: Never add to the Brady bunch please…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7627014-110180561488020460?l=bittersweetseize.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetseize.blogspot.com/feeds/110180561488020460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7627014&amp;postID=110180561488020460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7627014/posts/default/110180561488020460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7627014/posts/default/110180561488020460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetseize.blogspot.com/2004/11/ritual.html' title='Ritual'/><author><name>bittersweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16415233808817205914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7627014.post-110172371298840783</id><published>2004-11-29T02:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T02:21:52.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To text or not to text, that is the question (a rhetoric)</title><content type='html'>I can’t believe I once shouted to the whole world:&lt;br /&gt;“With him, I opted to be gullible. If this is what it feels like to be drunk with love then I refuse to be sober. I’d rather be vulnerable and lose my pride than not have him. I’d rather put up with him than not speak a word with him at all.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when now….&lt;br /&gt;“I’d rather not have him anymore and be happy for the rest of my life than go through the guessing game again and stunt dreams and say hello to a bleak future.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just happened to call the house the other night and was able to talk to my mom who revealed to him that I lost my sim. My mom told me he was trying to contact me in my cellphone for the longest time and he couldn’t reach me. (What can I say, my mother can sometimes be balimbing). I had this urge to text him my new number but I stopped myself from doing so. I just came from a Singles weekend retreat and I delivered a talk on “Christian Love and Human Desire”. Ako ba ito? Hehe, wala lang sila mahanap na speaker. The participants were all ears. As if! So practice what you preach baby – discipline. Don’t give in to every desire if it will not be pleasing to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for Sister Candy, back to Blogger Candy na. Please dear friends, pray that I endure this – na sana magtagumpay na ang pag-iwas ko sa kanya at wag po ako ma-karma. I’m a tired soul. We all deserve happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* congrats on ur new baby, beatlebum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7627014-110172371298840783?l=bittersweetseize.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetseize.blogspot.com/feeds/110172371298840783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7627014&amp;postID=110172371298840783' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7627014/posts/default/110172371298840783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7627014/posts/default/110172371298840783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetseize.blogspot.com/2004/11/to-text-or-not-to-text-that-is.html' title='To text or not to text, that is the question (a rhetoric)'/><author><name>bittersweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16415233808817205914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7627014.post-110172365579909335</id><published>2004-11-29T02:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T02:20:55.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The climb</title><content type='html'>The uphill climb is really slow. But when I get to the top, Lord, please don’t make me realize that everything I needed is right down there. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know more about Ryan Cabrera. I’ve been listening to his music on LaunchCast and if I were to have a boyfriend, I hope he could sing good songs well as he does. Hehe! Nangangarap na naman ikaw nang gising, Candida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiderman ofcmate and I were arguing about karma last friday. He said if you do good things, bad things happen, if you do bad things, bad things happen too. What’s the difference anyway? (*note: topic was about staying in relationships).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7627014-110172365579909335?l=bittersweetseize.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetseize.blogspot.com/feeds/110172365579909335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7627014&amp;postID=110172365579909335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7627014/posts/default/110172365579909335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7627014/posts/default/110172365579909335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetseize.blogspot.com/2004/11/climb.html' title='The climb'/><author><name>bittersweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16415233808817205914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7627014.post-110108362150022323</id><published>2004-11-21T16:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T16:33:41.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The lost sim</title><content type='html'>This may be a very stupid situation I am in. Who would have thought that I’ll be losing my personal simcard somewhere in our office? Like duh! Sino ba kasi nagsabing tanggalin ang sim sa cellphone? Ako lang un, hehe. That was last week and for all it’s worth, I’m looking for it again at this moment. Kala ko ba na’let-go’ ko na ang sim na un? Pls don’t text or call sa 09162009734.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My initial reaction when I’ve learned that it was lost was exaltation. Now, nobody uninvited would pester me anymore because I’ll be living a new life until I get my new sim. But I’m beginning to miss it. I’m using the office sim right now. I’m checking out Globe’s great Christmas deals. I might just get a line (for the cellphone). In the meantime, I enjoy being cellphone and sim-less. Sarap ng feeling ng hindi accessible, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lolas and I had a lovely conversation last nyt. Being an old maid runs in the family raw. It will be either Charing, Sannie or me that will be it. Ok dear girls, mauna na kayong dalawa. I know that none of us will be it. Sa lalandi nating itow? ;-)  Let’s just stop sulking about past loves, right, Sannie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m going back to the case I’m reading or pretending to read now - the Linden Suites case (for our brand management class at 6-9pm). That’s me, nerdy candy =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7627014-110108362150022323?l=bittersweetseize.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetseize.blogspot.com/feeds/110108362150022323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7627014&amp;postID=110108362150022323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7627014/posts/default/110108362150022323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7627014/posts/default/110108362150022323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetseize.blogspot.com/2004/11/lost-sim.html' title='The lost sim'/><author><name>bittersweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16415233808817205914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7627014.post-110070057908649061</id><published>2004-11-17T06:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T06:09:39.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A cinch! November 17</title><content type='html'>I’ve been so busy lately. I thought I’m not gonna make it to this day. Looking back, I thought, it was such a cinch! Singles retreat postponed to next weekend where we ensure more participation. GB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bestfriend officemate and I had management mini-project presentation a while ago. As usual, ManCom was not that gentle but I was able to come up with sane answers to Caloy’s trick questions. Hah! I badly need a vacation. There is a long overdue one-on-one session with Ms AQ of HR. I told her plans of leaving comfort zone. She was asking me why I wasn’t that so enthusiastic before my presentation. Who would be if that person is in my shoes? You’re compelled to do management trainee responsibilities and still do what you are being paid for. Up next, a text promo in (*hint*hint*) to give away a trip for two to Paris and I myself haven’t been there. Wow, he/she will be one lucky kapamilya! Officemate namesake is really really asking for it. Popoy is fuming mad for some faux pas. Ang wrinkles! Even an in-depth coaching mentoring won’t cure it. Good luck gurl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to visit Katmag tonight because she was operated on at UP-PGH last Tuesday for something in the ovaries but my body is trembling because of short sleeps. Dear Katmag, you and Patic are constantly in my prayers. Thank God the operation was successful. I might drop by tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to get those automobile quotations as sisterette Charing is coming to Manila in December and skills are getting rusty. I talked to sisterette in webcam last Monday. She and her roommate were so funny. I talked to Sannie in MSN chat a while ago. She also had webcam and I was so happy to see them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7627014-110070057908649061?l=bittersweetseize.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetseize.blogspot.com/feeds/110070057908649061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7627014&amp;postID=110070057908649061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7627014/posts/default/110070057908649061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7627014/posts/default/110070057908649061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetseize.blogspot.com/2004/11/cinch-november-17.html' title='A cinch! November 17'/><author><name>bittersweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16415233808817205914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7627014.post-110034883651866098</id><published>2004-11-13T04:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T05:25:37.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>final answer &amp; stuff</title><content type='html'>Everybody’s asking kung Game KNB? NOT! Kidding =) Everything has to run smoothly. Im crossing fingers and toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to go to Cabanatuan today but my lolas didn't allow me. Last Thursday, when female officemates and I were watching South Border at Dish, Rocky friend decided to tag along. I asked him to teach me target-shooting because he happens to have plans of spending the weekend in Fort Magsaysay, Nueva Ecija. I've long wanted to practice target-shooting. Makes me wonder kung babae ba ako o lalaki... hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's more for self-defense but i don't plan to bring a gun everytime i go out. La lang.. i like the idea of knowing how to fire a gun. It's not like I want to kill a person or something. Ala lang magawa. After all, there is a call for reinvention. And besides, I am a woman warrior now. If ever you get hooked on Tantra (online RPG), do look for me - Dyosa of Raksasha clan. C u!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad, i wasn't able to take a picture with Nyoy Volante at the Born Diva studio a while ago. I was supposed to make Sannie really jealous because someone reminds her of Nyoy. But he was oh-so-busy and I need to get back to work. Bummer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a happy day. I don't know why but i just feel so light. Maybe because I'm getting the hang of being single and happy and in charge again. I hope this sustains =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7627014-110034883651866098?l=bittersweetseize.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetseize.blogspot.com/feeds/110034883651866098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7627014&amp;postID=110034883651866098' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7627014/posts/default/110034883651866098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7627014/posts/default/110034883651866098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetseize.blogspot.com/2004/11/final-answer-stuff.html' title='final answer &amp; stuff'/><author><name>bittersweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16415233808817205914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7627014.post-110015779308777967</id><published>2004-11-10T23:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T23:25:16.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time To Change</title><content type='html'>There is a need for change. It's time to buy a Parker refill, time to change my toothbrush, time to cut my hair and time to reinvent everything old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7627014-110015779308777967?l=bittersweetseize.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetseize.blogspot.com/feeds/110015779308777967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7627014&amp;postID=110015779308777967' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7627014/posts/default/110015779308777967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7627014/posts/default/110015779308777967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetseize.blogspot.com/2004/11/time-to-change.html' title='Time To Change'/><author><name>bittersweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16415233808817205914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7627014.post-110009694344775096</id><published>2004-11-10T06:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T19:18:29.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of boys, lions and what have you's</title><content type='html'>Lion love-bearer continues to go after the willing prey. He called up Monday night saying he was sick and of course, bittersweet was oh-so worried. Wake up gurl! Let’s just get a life =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go for politicians or DOMs nowadays. I feel that they’ll be worth the time since they will be very smitten and will devote really precious time to their queens/ princesses. And the mayor of Quezon City happens to be having coffee at Starbucks yesterday afternoon. Ala lang… but he was actually checking me and aggressive girl out. Or was it just a figment of my imagination?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chatted with Sannie and she told me stories of Vegas and how u can easily hitch a guy just through eye contact. Oh how I wish! I told her about lion love-bearer and she said enough is enough! Oh well, that has been my litany for a couple of years now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Before Sunset in DVD last night. I was as if the writers read through my mind before they came up with the movie’s lines. Afer watching with our household help, I turned off my cellphone. This morning, I got a call back alert from a familiar number which attempted to reach me at 1:35 am. Hay naku &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked to Ate Char &amp; Charing Arabiba a while ago. I needed to clarify which pictures she wants me to send thru email. I miss my sister so much! I’m so excited to see her. We’ll have a blast this Christmas coz she’ll be coming home and staying for a month! Yipee! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was great! Had lunch w/ ofc seatmate, Caloy &amp; Kuning. I thought we’ll talk abt hardcore ofc stuff but lo and behold! We discussed about d coolest online game in town. Check out http://www.tantra.com.ph (hehe! plugging ba?) So addictive! I need to be rehabilitated. I miss my Brothers Burger buddy though. (I had half-pound meal) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got so pissed when I saw UAT results where I got a B for BNKG. and then there’s the very impossible 2005 MBO. Good thing I had dinner with aggressive girl and beatlebum. It really made my day =)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7627014-110009694344775096?l=bittersweetseize.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetseize.blogspot.com/feeds/110009694344775096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7627014&amp;postID=110009694344775096' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7627014/posts/default/110009694344775096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7627014/posts/default/110009694344775096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetseize.blogspot.com/2004/11/of-boys-lions-and-what-have-yous.html' title='Of boys, lions and what have you&apos;s'/><author><name>bittersweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16415233808817205914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7627014.post-109980307644662814</id><published>2004-11-06T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T21:05:01.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreamy Me</title><content type='html'>It was actually a miracle considering I went home early on a gimmick night. My apologies to Beatlebum for not having dinner with him as bittersweet was very tired. Dunno if it was a dream again but I talked to lion love-bearer in the middle of the night, I think it was last Friday. All I can remember was him saying, “I am really so proud of you” after me blabbing about being dragged into a business course by employer and struggling to get out because I feel that I am not helping people significantly in my line of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that was sincere considering that he was teasing me about joining DSWD at the start of the conversation. He insisted on having lunch yesterday but I had other plans - Brand Management seminar the whole day. Bummer! Could have been with Roseys in Puerto Galera but bittersweet here sulking in Metro Manila. Really bummer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, there goes the cycle. Lion love-bearer calls and bittersweet gets smitten again. Bad cycle! I miss Sannie, Charing and LisbianLoverJaniz, oh boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Sannie from Canada called up Mother. And my dear Mama sensed that dear Sannie was very sad. Well, who wouldn't? After all, she is miles away from us. Someday dear Sannie, bittersweet will join you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7627014-109980307644662814?l=bittersweetseize.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetseize.blogspot.com/feeds/109980307644662814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7627014&amp;postID=109980307644662814' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7627014/posts/default/109980307644662814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7627014/posts/default/109980307644662814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetseize.blogspot.com/2004/11/dreamy-me.html' title='Dreamy Me'/><author><name>bittersweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16415233808817205914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7627014.post-109863578857550594</id><published>2004-10-24T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T21:43:41.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updated... outdated</title><content type='html'>I've lost my flirting skills...oh no! all i wanted was to sit down and stare at people who passed by. this was me when i was in Streetscape at Shangrila last Friday (Good music, by the way). Aggressive girl was literally dragging me from the table to the dance floor to groove to the rhythm of 'I Will Survive'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La lang.. i just felt like sulking. Just the other week when Roseys and I were about to have a blast in Galera, I headed North to attend burial of a relative in Baguio. I was only there for 10 hours, so excited to visit Cabanatuan and boom!Nilaglag na naman ni lion love-bearer for the nth time. im sure sawa na kayo at sawa na rin me. oh well, a week after nagtext and told me "pacensya kn ha, alam k galit ka sakin." Who told him im mad? of course not! so happy nga me e. un na =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big boss Popoy was dressed in Barong Tagalog when he handed over Ms Earth 2004 texters' choice award to Ms. Philippines (what a surprise!). Tawa kami ng tawa ni Aggressive girl =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7627014-109863578857550594?l=bittersweetseize.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetseize.blogspot.com/feeds/109863578857550594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7627014&amp;postID=109863578857550594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7627014/posts/default/109863578857550594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7627014/posts/default/109863578857550594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetseize.blogspot.com/2004/10/updated-outdated.html' title='Updated... outdated'/><author><name>bittersweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16415233808817205914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7627014.post-109595377058104945</id><published>2004-09-23T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T21:46:38.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Is A Wheel</title><content type='html'>When you’re up you’re up. When you’re down, you’re really down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up smiling this morning. Haven’t been like this in ages. Maybe I had a very good sleep considering that i've become an insomniac. Someone said ‘I love you and I mean it,’ to me in my dreams. Kerengkeng! Paksyet! Dunno! I was in a daze. Even if I’m fully aware that I’ll be late for my driving lessons. Boy! I learned a whole lot. Last time, I was in Edsa; this time I drove all the way to Aurora blvd and then to riverbanks where I practiced maneuvering and all the letters of the alphabet (the Y’s, K’s) I wonder why the instructor keeps holding the hand brake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss Gandang Tingting Sannie  (fyi, im Gandang Patpat, hehe). She wrote me an email today. I almost cried. It’s so good to reach for the stars because in that way, we build our lives and grow. I can’t wait to reach three years hereafter so I could claim freedom. Meanwhile, I’m drafting my battle plan to conquer the world =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was so toxic at work - Dry run of the primadonna’s game show. I even picked on my female officemates because I was totally stressed with the mechanics that perennially changes. I had to hear his voice. He had to make me laugh and so i dialled his number on my cellphone. Ring! Ring! A simple, “Kilitiin mo ang sarili mo,” made me really smile and release a little chuckle to take away the bad mood. I laughed coz it came from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dry run started late. Why does it have to be like everybody has to say something in MY, I repeat, MY mechanics? Poor me. Now I know why mortality rate in the office is so high. Yammy said that thesis partner and I rake in millions for the company. It was some sort of a realization though. If I disappear, will this office run still? The answer is yes. So why do I stay? I don’t wanna be infidel to the 3 most important men in my life – Caloy, Ekoy and Popoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7627014-109595377058104945?l=bittersweetseize.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetseize.blogspot.com/feeds/109595377058104945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7627014&amp;postID=109595377058104945' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7627014/posts/default/109595377058104945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7627014/posts/default/109595377058104945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetseize.blogspot.com/2004/09/life-is-wheel.html' title='Life Is A Wheel'/><author><name>bittersweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16415233808817205914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7627014.post-109473300495603040</id><published>2004-09-09T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T21:47:41.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where in the world?</title><content type='html'>Where in the world is Chuckie Dreyfus? Remember "That’s Entertainment" days? He was one of Lotlot and Monching’s contemporaries, I think. Oh well, he happens to be SCQ Reload’s musical scorer. Goodness gracious! I admire the man for his shift of interest. He must have become so musically-inclined during his limelight days that he is a scorer now. I don’t really know details about him when he was in showbiz but at least he makes a decent living or is just doing this as a hobby. To Chuckie, good luck and I hope to see you in person when I drop by TOC. Ala lang…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretending to work is actually easier than actually having to do the really nitty-gritty of the load. Good thing I’m made of a strong stuff. The one that doesn’t crumble when people are looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blueray said something of an eye-opener for me. Every time we see each other, he notices that I look five years older. He said I should pamper myself and that I should frequent spas and salons - go out and get foot spa treatments or facial sessions or body scrubs because I deserve them. Oh well, I just thought that vanity is being selfish. I’d rather save up for a house or a car. But he told me, I can ride the car when I look like an eighty-year old. I love it when he contradicts me. One good sensible friend he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7627014-109473300495603040?l=bittersweetseize.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetseize.blogspot.com/feeds/109473300495603040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7627014&amp;postID=109473300495603040' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7627014/posts/default/109473300495603040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7627014/posts/default/109473300495603040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetseize.blogspot.com/2004/09/where-in-world.html' title='Where in the world?'/><author><name>bittersweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16415233808817205914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7627014.post-109465407443546160</id><published>2004-09-08T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T21:49:02.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupidity… Nah! </title><content type='html'>A few noticed my unusual glow today. Aggressive girl even texted me while in the update meeting “Pramis, blooming ka ngayon, y kaya? I think it’s d way u hang ur hair. Dapat lagi ganyan” Oh well, I don’t know up to when this will hold but I know that the ‘lion’ love-bearer said something in last night’s conversation for me to glow this way. Define Tanga. It’s Bittersweetseize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to have those anti-burnout sessions like talk to death with my most favorite persons: my sister, my dear cousin from Cabanatuan and lisbianloverjaniz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick of the day: First Cut Is the Deepest by Sheryl Crow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7627014-109465407443546160?l=bittersweetseize.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetseize.blogspot.com/feeds/109465407443546160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7627014&amp;postID=109465407443546160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7627014/posts/default/109465407443546160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7627014/posts/default/109465407443546160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetseize.blogspot.com/2004/09/stupidity-nah.html' title='Stupidity… Nah! '/><author><name>bittersweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16415233808817205914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7627014.post-109351130146525502</id><published>2004-08-26T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T21:49:54.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You just can't get enough</title><content type='html'>How many times do I have to tell you not to fall prey to the lion, huh, Bittersweetseize? Ang tigas ng ulo mo talaga, ineng!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, the date is set. Hmmm….&lt;br /&gt;Just make sure that everything will not be useless and disappointing. He better be worth the wait or else… Hay naku, Michael Morelos’ dad is right (Now That I Have You). How can you be so sigurado? Hindi ka makakasiguro. Pero paano mo rin malalaman na liligaya ka pala sa kanya if u didn’t try. Hay, enough of the monologue, Bittersweetseize. Back to work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Waiting for you is like waiting for rain in this drought, useless and disappointing – Hillary duff, Cinderella Story”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7627014-109351130146525502?l=bittersweetseize.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetseize.blogspot.com/feeds/109351130146525502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7627014&amp;postID=109351130146525502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7627014/posts/default/109351130146525502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7627014/posts/default/109351130146525502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetseize.blogspot.com/2004/08/you-just-cant-get-enough.html' title='You just can&apos;t get enough'/><author><name>bittersweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16415233808817205914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7627014.post-109335537650285703</id><published>2004-08-24T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T21:50:14.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That’s What You Get</title><content type='html'>That’s what I get for reading other people’s blogs, makes me sulk even more:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aloneness&lt;br /&gt;Any woman who accepts aloneness as the natural by-product of success is accepting the punishment for a crime she didn't commit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to the Single and Happy attitude that I’m projecting. Oh well, sometimes, I run out of agimat. I miss u all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7627014-109335537650285703?l=bittersweetseize.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetseize.blogspot.com/feeds/109335537650285703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7627014&amp;postID=109335537650285703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7627014/posts/default/109335537650285703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7627014/posts/default/109335537650285703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetseize.blogspot.com/2004/08/thats-what-you-get.html' title='That’s What You Get'/><author><name>bittersweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16415233808817205914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7627014.post-109214484447732806</id><published>2004-08-10T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T21:51:06.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever pleases the princess</title><content type='html'>If only every girl will adopt the mindset of Imelda then every woman will be empowered. I don’t know about sanity but, at least, the woman gets her way. And that’s what this bitch is – an Imelda, a princess, 100% señorita. And she deserves only the best pampering in whatever situation there may be. And she doesn’t mingle with commoners or lowly peasants… (hehe, we’re going overboard here). The point is, this bitch will go to the one smitten, the one who deserves her and the one who can handle her. Not to the one who venerates her one minute and doesn’t even know she exists the next minute. Ha! But this bitch is also stubborn. She may think she’s infatuated with somebody but she doesn’t see the whole picture. The one being written about. Back off, bitch! The guy doesn’t love you. It’s obvious. He’s a certified jerk. Don’t go executing something that you’ll be guilty of eventually and then telling your friends about it because, boy oh boy, you will really hurt the innocent. Why don’t you just listen, princess? Even his friend tells you he has so many ‘kabalbalans’. Would you wanna live with that and be lonely than wait for the RIGHT ONE? You are Catwoman. You’re supposed to be full of PATIENCE. It is difficult but please don’t wake up when the phone vibrates because of that dreaded number in the middle of the night. Don’t be too available please. Loathe him please. Parang awa mo na. Walang patutunguhan ito. Don’t be fooled by false hopes. You deserve happiness not misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7627014-109214484447732806?l=bittersweetseize.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetseize.blogspot.com/feeds/109214484447732806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7627014&amp;postID=109214484447732806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7627014/posts/default/109214484447732806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7627014/posts/default/109214484447732806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetseize.blogspot.com/2004/08/whatever-pleases-princess.html' title='Whatever pleases the princess'/><author><name>bittersweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16415233808817205914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7627014.post-109160039409623830</id><published>2004-08-03T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T21:52:17.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Admired You More </title><content type='html'>It was one of those nocturnal phone conversations. We were talking nonsense until he talked dirty, and I kept talking scientific and sane. He gave up on the subject but I wanna be a tease so I asked him, “Ayaw mo ba ako?” He said, “Let’s just put it this way, I’ve told myself and I’ve been telling my friends that if I plan to settle down with someone, it would be with you. But right now, Im enjoying my bachelorhood”. Good enough. Whoever said anything about marriage anyway. I’m enjoying my bachelorettehood too and it has been the greatest time in this life, although I’m having problems with where to keep my money so that I won’t be that lavish. All I said was, “I admired you more.” And then we hung up. ‘Buti na yung maliwanag, lion love-bearer’. Why am I being tamed? I’m falling prey again… Not possible, bittersweet. You don’t wanna hurt yourself again diba? Or Bittersweet is just being too pessimistic and hard on herself. Let her see light again please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7627014-109160039409623830?l=bittersweetseize.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetseize.blogspot.com/feeds/109160039409623830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7627014&amp;postID=109160039409623830' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7627014/posts/default/109160039409623830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7627014/posts/default/109160039409623830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetseize.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-admired-you-more.html' title='I Admired You More '/><author><name>bittersweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16415233808817205914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7627014.post-109116457850805496</id><published>2004-07-29T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T21:53:41.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Really Blessed</title><content type='html'>I woke up today and said to myself, “My Bittersweet, you really are blessed!”&lt;br /&gt;Today, I’m blessed. I am full of love (lucky the one who gets to have it), I have my family and friends. I feel pretty (thanks to my Catwoman inspiration), I have less work in the office and most of all - It’s payday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, it looks like the lion ‘love’-bearer is out to catch his prey again (that’s me!) Oh well, I’m wiser now. Don’t be too affected, Bittersweet. It’s actually falling into place now – the sumbatan which should have been done years ago when we were together. I’m grateful, we don’t really get that too confrontational. It’s just a phase. I don’t know what to expect but I have strong faith in The One responsible for me. He may not have whispered His detailed plans to me but the bottom line is that the end result should be: that everybody, but most of all, moi (I) should be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a festive lunch. And nobody else to thank for but Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7627014-109116457850805496?l=bittersweetseize.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetseize.blogspot.com/feeds/109116457850805496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7627014&amp;postID=109116457850805496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7627014/posts/default/109116457850805496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7627014/posts/default/109116457850805496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetseize.blogspot.com/2004/07/really-blessed.html' title='Really Blessed'/><author><name>bittersweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16415233808817205914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7627014.post-109100643198728512</id><published>2004-07-28T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T21:53:57.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness Not Sadness</title><content type='html'>What could have caused this sudden burst of elation? On the contrary, I should be all teary-eyed after having learned this morning that the ex has a girlfriend already. Oh life! And to think, feeling ko mahaba ang hair ko coz he was calling me last night to inform me that he’s in Metro Manila (Greenbelt 3 to be exact) and would have invited me if I wasn’t out. I was hanging out with friends in Tapika Katipunan enjoying music from Gayle Dizon (Star In A Million winners’ circle 2003 member) and her band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That familiar voice – how could I forget? We talked like buddies. That’s what I liked about him. He is a friend on top of being an ex-lover. Ex-lover, ex-lover, ex-lover… I will keep repeating it because it has refused to pierce this heart. Even “Brown Eyes” don’t mar my mood anymore. Congratulate me for the improvement please. I have become a toughie. I don’t plan to buy Rocky a new Oakley Penny shades, duh! (It’s actually a bet. I have to buy this friend Rock a pair of shades if I get back together with the ex. Ha! Fat chance!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love hearing stories of good romantic love, they make me human. I was Wonder Woman from Paradise Island in my past life, always the sexy bitch ready to save the world, but did she have a love interest? I would never know. Oh well, did you hear her complain? Not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carry on, dear guys! All I know is that I’m living my life the way I want it to be. I love the attention and the perks that go with it. I’m beautiful that’s why I’ll be worth the chase. I know that sweet candy is worth the chase because she really is (hehe, talk about marketing yourself in a blogspot). Till next time! Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7627014-109100643198728512?l=bittersweetseize.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetseize.blogspot.com/feeds/109100643198728512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7627014&amp;postID=109100643198728512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7627014/posts/default/109100643198728512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7627014/posts/default/109100643198728512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetseize.blogspot.com/2004/07/happiness-not-sadness.html' title='Happiness Not Sadness'/><author><name>bittersweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16415233808817205914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7627014.post-108979830817427042</id><published>2004-07-14T02:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T20:54:33.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Virgin</title><content type='html'>Wow! I could have posted a thousand messages years back. Bakit ngayon lang tayo nagkakilala blogspot.com. ? Well, there’s always a first time. I’m in now! We’re all gonna love these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7627014-108979830817427042?l=bittersweetseize.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetseize.blogspot.com/feeds/108979830817427042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7627014&amp;postID=108979830817427042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7627014/posts/default/108979830817427042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7627014/posts/default/108979830817427042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetseize.blogspot.com/2004/07/blog-virgin.html' title='Blog Virgin'/><author><name>bittersweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16415233808817205914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7627014.post-108978374759892937</id><published>2004-07-13T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T20:54:14.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love sucks big time!</title><content type='html'>I was a victim. Yes I was. I didn’t do anything about it. I was a willing victim. I was prey to the lion - the bearer of the overused thingie called LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was blinded. I was fooled. I even blamed the innocent. Maybe, I’ll be blinded and fooled next time. It’s just a cycle until you find the right one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got so dreamy-eyed. Lucky him this nyncompoop yielded. After all, the ‘love’-bearer was too tempting to resist. Oh yes! Life was indeed pretty as a bouquet (from the popular lines of a song). The nyncompoop was waiting every second for a call or a text message with sweet nothings from the ‘love’-bearer. Distance was never a problem for the nyncompoop. But to the lion ‘love’-bearer, it was everything. Proof that only a few men can pass the ‘marshmallow test’. Sorry guys, I’m back to my feminist self again. Thus, the transfer of ‘love’. Well, I don’t actually know if the ‘love’-bearer even knows its definition. But this nyncompoop is waiting for the one who passed the ‘marshmallow test’. Don’t take too long honey =) I might get impatient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boohoo! Love sucks BIG TIME (for now)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does the lion even care? Of course he doesn’t. Good riddance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7627014-108978374759892937?l=bittersweetseize.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetseize.blogspot.com/feeds/108978374759892937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7627014&amp;postID=108978374759892937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7627014/posts/default/108978374759892937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7627014/posts/default/108978374759892937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetseize.blogspot.com/2004/07/love-sucks-big-time.html' title='Love sucks big time!'/><author><name>bittersweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16415233808817205914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
