<?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-3889770</id><updated>2012-02-15T22:17:31.009+08:00</updated><category term='creative zen'/><category term='blue-ans'/><category term='come holy spirit'/><category term='kwentong adik'/><category term='the shadow proves the sunshine'/><category term='lifehouse'/><category term='4 in the morning'/><category term='could have been'/><category term='over you'/><category term='paul walker'/><category term='chris daughtry'/><category term='music'/><category term='aiyo'/><category term='blog'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='train'/><category term='7107'/><category term='motivation'/><category term='carpenters'/><category term='movie'/><category term='tiffany'/><category term='tags'/><category term='fantastic four'/><category term='anik anik'/><category term='gwen stefani'/><category term='switchfoot'/><category term='anthony robbins'/><category term='insensitive'/><category term='when i look to the sky'/><category term='cnb'/><category term='who we are'/><category term='jann arden'/><category term='mb20'/><title type='text'>Gam zu le tovah!</title><subtitle type='html'>Everything that happens is for the greatest good.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cnbgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889770/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cnbgirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>cnb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414666911622759240</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>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889770.post-3768389325200644161</id><published>2009-01-11T00:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T00:19:57.077+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creative zen'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, I was finally able to use my Creative Zen as an ebook reader using Rasterbook.  I had to try it a couple of times to get the correct picture size for the screen.  I'm quite happy with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889770-3768389325200644161?l=cnbgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cnbgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3768389325200644161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889770&amp;postID=3768389325200644161' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889770/posts/default/3768389325200644161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889770/posts/default/3768389325200644161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cnbgirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-i-was-finally-able-to-use-my.html' title=''/><author><name>cnb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05650672111164958839</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889770.post-8183832885485041644</id><published>2008-07-17T11:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T11:05:32.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music Tag Uli: Bond</title><content type='html'> &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=3 face="Garamond"&gt;Again, again, again. &amp;nbsp; Kulit ba?&lt;br&gt; &lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=3 face="Garamond"&gt;RULES OF THE GAME:&lt;br&gt; Choose a singer or a band. Answer using ONLY titles of their songs. Tag 6 more people!&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Artist: &lt;b&gt;Bond&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 1. Are you male or female? &lt;b&gt;Senorita.&lt;br&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt; 2. Describe yourself? &lt;b&gt;Explosive.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 3. What do people feel when they're around you? &lt;b&gt;Scorchio. &amp;nbsp;Fuego.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 4. How would you describe your previous relationship?&lt;b&gt; Duel. &amp;nbsp;I&amp;#8217;ll Fly Away.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 5. Describe your current relationship. &lt;b&gt;Quixote.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 6. Where would you want to be now? &lt;b&gt;Space. &amp;nbsp;Strange Paradise. &amp;nbsp;Midnight Garden.&lt;br&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt; 7. How do you feel about love? &lt;b&gt;Kismet.&lt;br&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt; 8. What's your life like? &lt;b&gt;Viva!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 9. What would you ask for if you only had one wish? &lt;b&gt;Victory. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 10. Say something wise. &lt;b&gt;Shine.&lt;br&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889770-8183832885485041644?l=cnbgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cnbgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8183832885485041644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889770&amp;postID=8183832885485041644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889770/posts/default/8183832885485041644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889770/posts/default/8183832885485041644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cnbgirl.blogspot.com/2008/07/music-tag-uli-bond.html' title='Music Tag Uli: Bond'/><author><name>cnb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414666911622759240</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-3889770.post-3286102038544471784</id><published>2008-07-15T22:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T22:35:50.137+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tags'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mb20'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="bodytext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;RULES OF THE GAME:&lt;br /&gt;Choose a singer or a band. Answer using ONLY titles of their songs. Tag 6 more people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Matchbox Twenty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Are you male or female? &lt;strong&gt;Girl Like That.  Last Beautiful Girl.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(Walang kokontra.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Describe yourself? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smooth. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(Santana to, pero sama na rin.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  Last Beautiful Girl. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What do people feel when they're around you? &lt;b&gt;Dizzy.  High.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. How would you describe your previous relationship?&lt;b&gt; The Burn.  Can't Let You Go.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Describe your current relationship. &lt;b&gt;Mad Season.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Where would you want to be now? &lt;b&gt;Million Miles.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. How do you feel about love? &lt;strong&gt;You and I.  The Only One.  Like Roses.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What's your life like? &lt;b&gt;Like Roses.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What would you ask for if you only had one wish? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Real World.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Say something wise. &lt;b&gt;Damn.  If You're Gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who reads this and wants to do this is tagged. :)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889770-3286102038544471784?l=cnbgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cnbgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3286102038544471784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889770&amp;postID=3286102038544471784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889770/posts/default/3286102038544471784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889770/posts/default/3286102038544471784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cnbgirl.blogspot.com/2008/07/rules-of-game-choose-singer-or-band.html' title=''/><author><name>cnb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414666911622759240</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-3889770.post-4408250528198702</id><published>2008-07-08T14:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T06:56:55.707+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CNB Who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've been watching Samantha Who to break the killing spell I've been watching the past month. Three seasons worth of Criminal Minds, a season of Dexter and a few episodes of 24 is enough to give me a murderous intent. I feel like I'm already channeling Dexter Morgan and that I'm about to hack someone any minute now. Right now I’m fantasizing slicing this person beside me in half with a Hattori Hanzo sword.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samantha Who and Coffee Prince are nice breaks from all that blood. But watching Samantha Who made me remember something I thought of: if there was a way to remove anything from your memory, would you want to forget certain events that happened in your life, much like the plot in Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind? Would you want to forget certain people who hurt you? Would you want to forget the indiscretions you did? Would you want to relieve yourself of the guilt from doing wrong against others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I toyed with the idea of losing my memory for a while. The grand plan was to bang my head against a wall until I lose consciousness or the wall crumbles, whichever comes first. Then when I wake up, I would have lost part of my recent memory. Then I would not feel uninhibited by all the negative conditioning I’ve had. I would be free of all the mistakes I’ve made. Sounds like a plan, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it would be fun to forget certain things like forgetting I have allergies. Or forgetting I don’t know how to swim or ride a bike. Or forgetting I cried over a cheesy anime. (Yes, I did. Now shut up.) Or forgetting I used to wear hideous clothes. (Hmm, I still do sometimes.) Or forgetting the wrongs against me. Or forgetting the mistakes I’ve made. But then, who’s to say that I won’t make the same mistakes? Even if I lose my memory, my basic nature would still be the same so I am still inclined to make the same decisions and commit the same mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beauty of hindsight is its perfect 20/20 vision. We don’t need to second guess the outcome; we’ve experienced it first hand. The events that happened in our lives, no matter how hurtful, would contribute in building our character. I’m not implying that I’ve monopolized all the hurt that life has to offer, far from it. I’ve had a pretty happy life with the occasional bumps and bruises here and there. What I’m saying is when I think about it, I don’t want to forget anything. The life experiences I’ve had is as much a part of me as the dark circles under my eyes. I wouldn’t want to trade my bumps with someone else’s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amnesia, anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889770-4408250528198702?l=cnbgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cnbgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4408250528198702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889770&amp;postID=4408250528198702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889770/posts/default/4408250528198702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889770/posts/default/4408250528198702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cnbgirl.blogspot.com/2008/07/cnb-who.html' title=''/><author><name>cnb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414666911622759240</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-3889770.post-2238901261379757981</id><published>2008-07-05T15:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T06:53:53.543+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Who commits suicide?  No, I'm not thinking of committing suicide.  Naitanong ko lang naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I became interested in this because there was a news a few days ago of a Pinoy who committed suicide here in Singapore.  (And I just watched an episode of Criminal Minds where the UnSub makes it appear that his victims commit suicide.)  His friends say that he is a happy person and it is very unlikely that he would have taken his own life.  Or maybe, his friends were not able to see the tell-tale signs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brings me to the question: who commits suicide?  Who are predisposed to take their own lives?  What kind of stressors would trigger this kind of thinking?  Is the fact that a person is in another country away from his family would trigger this?  Or that he had just broken up with girlfriend?  Or if he is not satisfied with his job?  Or he can't stand his job because he wants to avoid someone in the office?  Or he is in debt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The data I've seen in the internet says that men are more predisposed to commit suicide than women.  Is it because men tend to keep their emotions bottled up inside?  Do women have better support systems?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you live in another country away from your family and close friends, where would you find a support system?  The new friendships you make may not be as close or as deep as what you've had before.  What if the closest connection you've made in this new place was suddenly taken away from you, what would you do?  What if these friends doesn't want you in their lives anymore?  What if you felt betrayed and used?  What if you want to move on but you can't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read somewhere that people who tell other people that they plan to kill themselves are less likely to do it than those who keep a brave and happy face.  We should be kind to everyone we meet because we don't know what they're going through as much as they don't know what we're going through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayan, kakapanood ng Criminal Minds.  Hehe.  Samantha Who na nga lang papanoorin ko.  Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889770-2238901261379757981?l=cnbgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cnbgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2238901261379757981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889770&amp;postID=2238901261379757981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889770/posts/default/2238901261379757981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889770/posts/default/2238901261379757981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cnbgirl.blogspot.com/2008/07/no-im-not-thinking-of-committing.html' title=''/><author><name>cnb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414666911622759240</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-3889770.post-4274094113514509320</id><published>2008-04-16T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T12:31:27.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=3 face="Garamond"&gt;Bakit ako PO ngayon?&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889770-4274094113514509320?l=cnbgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cnbgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4274094113514509320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889770&amp;postID=4274094113514509320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889770/posts/default/4274094113514509320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889770/posts/default/4274094113514509320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cnbgirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/bakit-ako-po-ngayon.html' title=''/><author><name>cnb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414666911622759240</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-3889770.post-2282480928718157357</id><published>2008-03-17T14:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T14:05:42.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=3 face="Garamond"&gt;Appraisal time once again. &amp;nbsp;Gaah...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="sans-serif"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889770-2282480928718157357?l=cnbgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cnbgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2282480928718157357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889770&amp;postID=2282480928718157357' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889770/posts/default/2282480928718157357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889770/posts/default/2282480928718157357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cnbgirl.blogspot.com/2008/03/appraisal-time-once-again.html' title=''/><author><name>cnb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414666911622759240</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-3889770.post-8742478294812870684</id><published>2008-03-11T12:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T12:40:56.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=3 face="Garamond"&gt;Your psychology, follows your physiology. &amp;nbsp;So very true.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=3 face="Garamond"&gt;Alas, I am done with one sentence posts. &amp;nbsp;I think.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889770-8742478294812870684?l=cnbgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cnbgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8742478294812870684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889770&amp;postID=8742478294812870684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889770/posts/default/8742478294812870684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889770/posts/default/8742478294812870684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cnbgirl.blogspot.com/2008/03/your-psychology-follows-your-physiology.html' title=''/><author><name>cnb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414666911622759240</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-3889770.post-2814445839380571644</id><published>2008-03-10T18:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T18:21:20.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=3 face="Garamond"&gt;Desperately trying to deaden my senses...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="sans-serif"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889770-2814445839380571644?l=cnbgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cnbgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2814445839380571644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889770&amp;postID=2814445839380571644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889770/posts/default/2814445839380571644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889770/posts/default/2814445839380571644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cnbgirl.blogspot.com/2008/03/desperately-trying-to-deaden-my-senses.html' title=''/><author><name>cnb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414666911622759240</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-3889770.post-2007789110819916731</id><published>2008-03-07T16:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T16:56:23.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=3 face="Garamond"&gt;Mastering the art of pushing away...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889770-2007789110819916731?l=cnbgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cnbgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2007789110819916731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889770&amp;postID=2007789110819916731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889770/posts/default/2007789110819916731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889770/posts/default/2007789110819916731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cnbgirl.blogspot.com/2008/03/mastering-art-of-pushing-away.html' title=''/><author><name>cnb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414666911622759240</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-3889770.post-5196087319507168228</id><published>2008-03-04T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T10:53:09.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=3 face="Garamond"&gt;Is it a good enough reason to quit?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="sans-serif"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889770-5196087319507168228?l=cnbgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cnbgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5196087319507168228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889770&amp;postID=5196087319507168228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889770/posts/default/5196087319507168228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889770/posts/default/5196087319507168228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cnbgirl.blogspot.com/2008/03/is-it-good-enough-reason-to-quit.html' title=''/><author><name>cnb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414666911622759240</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-3889770.post-4207158481004724069</id><published>2008-03-03T18:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T18:12:31.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=3 face="Garamond"&gt;It's been a long, drawn out process...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889770-4207158481004724069?l=cnbgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cnbgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4207158481004724069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889770&amp;postID=4207158481004724069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889770/posts/default/4207158481004724069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889770/posts/default/4207158481004724069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cnbgirl.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-been-long-drawn-out-process.html' title=''/><author><name>cnb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414666911622759240</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-3889770.post-6376077521298041171</id><published>2008-02-27T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T13:52:27.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=3 face="Garamond"&gt;I think someone spiked my water with caffeine.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="sans-serif"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889770-6376077521298041171?l=cnbgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cnbgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6376077521298041171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889770&amp;postID=6376077521298041171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889770/posts/default/6376077521298041171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889770/posts/default/6376077521298041171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cnbgirl.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-think-someone-spiked-my-water-with.html' title=''/><author><name>cnb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414666911622759240</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-3889770.post-4852494044894132540</id><published>2008-02-26T15:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T15:23:30.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=3 face="Garamond"&gt;Why am I posting one sentence posts?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="sans-serif"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889770-4852494044894132540?l=cnbgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cnbgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4852494044894132540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889770&amp;postID=4852494044894132540' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889770/posts/default/4852494044894132540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889770/posts/default/4852494044894132540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cnbgirl.blogspot.com/2008/02/why-am-i-posting-one-sentence-posts.html' title=''/><author><name>cnb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414666911622759240</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-3889770.post-2888958846371778556</id><published>2008-02-26T15:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T15:14:13.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=3 face="Garamond"&gt;Sometimes, having a very refined intuition can cause you pain.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889770-2888958846371778556?l=cnbgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cnbgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2888958846371778556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889770&amp;postID=2888958846371778556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889770/posts/default/2888958846371778556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889770/posts/default/2888958846371778556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cnbgirl.blogspot.com/2008/02/sometimes-having-very-refined-intuition.html' title=''/><author><name>cnb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414666911622759240</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-3889770.post-1346815675905781652</id><published>2008-02-26T14:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T14:46:11.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=3 face="Garamond"&gt;I'm having the effects of caffeine without drinking anything caffeinated.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="sans-serif"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889770-1346815675905781652?l=cnbgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cnbgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1346815675905781652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889770&amp;postID=1346815675905781652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889770/posts/default/1346815675905781652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889770/posts/default/1346815675905781652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cnbgirl.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-having-effects-of-caffeine-without.html' title=''/><author><name>cnb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414666911622759240</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-3889770.post-7659990229592763360</id><published>2008-02-02T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T14:43:52.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sinagutan ko to dati last Aug 12, 2003 (in blue).  Sasagutin ko uli (in green)... May nagbago kaya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If you were to die in 10 seconds what would be the last things you would say?&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Because the Lord is my Shepherd… Psalm 23.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;It was a good life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If you were a thing, ano ka?&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;A laptop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Still a laptop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Have you ever been in rehab?&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Nyak!  Hinde ko naman pinangarap yun…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Hinde pa rin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Where is the strangest place you've had sex?&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Anong tanong to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Anong tanong to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What would you do if you woke up as a member of the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Go to uncharted regions where no girl has gone before…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Magpa-spa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If you were to be executed tonight, what would you request your last meal to be?&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Meat lover’s pizza, Blueberry milkshake, Blueberry cheesecake and bottomless iced tea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Ben and Jerry's New York Super Fudge Chunk Ice Cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What is worse, being a crack whore or a whore's crack?&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Pareho lang…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Crack whore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Tingin ninyo, do penguins have knees?&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Tanong ko kay Jinggoy…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;More than 4 years na, hinde ko pa rin natatanong si Jinggoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Did you ever pet a rat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;    Ayoko naman ng daga! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;    Ayoko pa rin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. If you were a porno star, what would your porno star name be?&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;River… walang surname.  Engk, hinde ako creative eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Delilah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What's better, being born with wings or having wheels for legs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;    With wings!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;    With wings pa rin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you sometimes wish you were gay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;    Hinde ko naman naisip yun…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;    Naisip kong maging gay man.  Because all the good men are either taken or gay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Which celebrity would you like to smack in the head?  why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;   Kobe Bryant.  Stupid, stupid!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;    Heath Ledger.  Stupid, stupid!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Anung klaseng food ka?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;  Pizza!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;    Considered bang food ang ice cream?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. How do you feel about body hair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;    Depende, may binabagayan naman yan eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;    Depende kung nasaan...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. If you could find out when you were going to die, would you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;    Nope.  Baka mapaaga dahil sa sobrang kaba.  Hehe…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;    Maybe.  Para mapilitan akong gawin ang mga gusto kong gawin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Marcos o Erap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;    Nyak…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;    Wala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. You're dead. You're having coffee with God. What do you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;    What is the truth about religion, spirituality, the Bible and all those spaces in between?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;    How do You do it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. If you had to perform a strip tease, what song would you get naked to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;    Loving you is easy ‘coz you’re beautiful… or any song by Kenny G.  Hehe…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;    Super freak... ala Little Miss Sunshine. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Do you have to go pee right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;    Nope. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;    Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. If we were monkeys, would you eat bugs out of my hair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;    Nope.  I’m a classy monkey.  Hehe…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;    Classy pa rin ako...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Ever thought of taking a bath with someone, sino?&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Haha… For me to know and for you to find out! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;    Si Samson... (dahil ako si Delilah...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Is committing suicide because of love a bad idea???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;    Oo naman no!  You should not let other people decide on how you are going to act!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;    Natural...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. If you were neck deep in shit and I threw a baseball at you would you duck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;    Hinde no.  OK lang ang bukol kesa naman deep shit! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;    Makakaduck ka pa ba nun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. If you were a candy what candy would you be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;    Ferrero Rocher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;    M&amp;amp;Ms... Melts in your mouth not in your hands...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Can I bite you? Please?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;   Aray ko.  Basta wala kang rabies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;    Aray... Masakit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Describe your most embarrassing experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;    Sobrang dami eh.  Nalaglag sa bus.  Nalaglag yung sword ko in front of the guest of honor.  Napaiyak on stage in front of many, many (as in sobra) people.  Madami pa but I chose to block it from my memory… :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;    Marami pang nadagdag dyan...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. When you were little, what did you want to be when you grew up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;    Psychologist… Hehe…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;    Syempre pareho ang sagot...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. If you could instantly change one aspect of your body, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;    Pumayat ng konti. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;    Pumayat pa rin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. What is/are your favorite bands?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; Jars of Clay, Matchbox20, Bond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;    Jars of Clay, Switchfoot, Lifehouse, Train&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. What is your favorite website?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;    Google, Yahoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;    Google, Kerygma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Suggest a book for me to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;    Inspirational books and books on spirituality (by Paulo Coelho, Deepak Chopra, the Dalai Lama, Norman Vincent Peale, Thich Nhat Hahn, etc…)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;    Plus books ni Bo Sanchez, Malcolm Gladwell, John Maxwell, Joel Osteen, Tony Robbins, Wayne Dyer, etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Have you ever lied to your boyfriend/girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;   Hehe…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;    Hehe pa rin... Hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Have you ever cheated on someone you were going out with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;  Nope. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;    Nope.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. If you could relive any period of your life, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;  High school!  Walang masyadong iniisip sa buhay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;    Oct-Nov 2007&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. If you were an animal, what would it be and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;    Dog.  Loyal ako eh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;    Dog pa rin.  May rabies ako eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. What's your favorite quote/saying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;    Gam zu le tovah!  (This, too, is for the best!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;    Gam zu le tovah!  (Everything that happens is for the greatest good.)  Iniba ko lang yung translation... Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. If you could be anybody else in the world who would it be?  Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;    Can’t think of a single person eh.  Maybe, a cross between Angelina Jolie (astig, cool), Julia Roberts (charming, funny) and Geena Davis (smart and posh).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;    Ganun pa rin... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Batman o Superman?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; I’m not into guys wearing tights under their undies.  Hehe… Hmm… between the two, gusto ko si Superman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; Gusto ko na si Batman.  Coz I like how Christian Bale portrayed Batman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;After more than 4 years napagtanto ko, corny ako noon, corny pa rin ako ngayon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889770-7659990229592763360?l=cnbgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cnbgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7659990229592763360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889770&amp;postID=7659990229592763360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889770/posts/default/7659990229592763360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889770/posts/default/7659990229592763360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cnbgirl.blogspot.com/2008/02/sinagutan-ko-to-dati-last-aug-12-2003.html' title=''/><author><name>cnb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414666911622759240</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-3889770.post-2021741707399706452</id><published>2008-01-03T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T23:50:42.261+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='carpenters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-09245260117565139 visible" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/t-90WQ4VyQQ&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 338px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-09245260117565139 visible" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/t-90WQ4VyQQ&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/t-90WQ4VyQQ&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/t-90WQ4VyQQ&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;uploaded by Harryo331&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I have something to tell you&lt;br /&gt;And I know it won't be easy&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking these past few days&lt;br /&gt;It might be time to leave&lt;br /&gt;You're like a stranger&lt;br /&gt;Then you're a lover&lt;br /&gt;Never the same&lt;br /&gt;Always hard to believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm caught between goodbye&lt;br /&gt;and I love you&lt;br /&gt;Never knowing quite where I stand&lt;br /&gt;I'm caught between goodbye&lt;br /&gt;and I love you&lt;br /&gt;Falling both ways nowhere to land&lt;br /&gt;So constantly stranded&lt;br /&gt;I can't understand it&lt;br /&gt;This double life you've handed me&lt;br /&gt;Is like the devil and the deep blue sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we go on much longer&lt;br /&gt;If my doubts grow any stronger&lt;br /&gt;Then I may have to let you go&lt;br /&gt;If only to survive&lt;br /&gt;Give me a reason&lt;br /&gt;Why should I stay here&lt;br /&gt;I've tried so hard&lt;br /&gt;Just to keep love alive&lt;br /&gt;I'm caught between goodbye&lt;br /&gt;and I love you&lt;br /&gt;Never knowing quite where I stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm caught between goodbye&lt;br /&gt;and I love you&lt;br /&gt;Falling both ways nowhere to land&lt;br /&gt;So constantly stranded&lt;br /&gt;I can't understand it&lt;br /&gt;This double life you've handed me&lt;br /&gt;Is like the devil and the deep blue sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889770-2021741707399706452?l=cnbgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cnbgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2021741707399706452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889770&amp;postID=2021741707399706452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889770/posts/default/2021741707399706452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889770/posts/default/2021741707399706452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cnbgirl.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-have-something-to-tell-you-and-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>cnb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414666911622759240</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-3889770.post-7007137612895170138</id><published>2007-10-31T06:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T07:35:04.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wala akong mai-blog eh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt of a large body of water two nights ago.  The water was dark green and murky with lots of garbage.  I was struggling to reach the surface but I wasn't drowning.  It seemed I could breathe under water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.astrostarcharts.com/article_interpreting_water_dreams.html"&gt;http://www.astrostarcharts.com/article_interpreting_water_dreams.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,Serif;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Dreams about Water&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/h1&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;by Stephanie Davies&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="float: left;"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!-- google_ad_client = "pub-9696013592426815"; google_ad_width = 336; google_ad_height = 280; google_ad_format = "336x280_as"; google_ad_channel =""; google_ad_type = "text_image"; google_color_border = "FFFFFF"; google_color_bg = "FFFFFF"; google_color_link = "0000CD"; google_color_url = "0000CD"; google_color_text = "0000CD"; //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt; &lt;script style="display: none;" type="text/javascript" src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"&gt; &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Having water in your dreams is a very common occurrence. Whether you are dreaming of an ocean, a pond, or even a glass of water, it seems everyone dreams of water at some point in their lives. And in your dreams, water alludes to the most basic parts of ourselves - emotion. Water most always represents our waking emotion. Think about the dreams of water you have had...was the water crashing ocean waves? Then chances are your waking emotions were pretty rocky and heavy as well. Was the water dark, murky, and stagnant? Then you may well have been depressed or worried before you went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The condition of, and placement of the water in your dream is the reflection of your waking mood. Cloudy swirling water may mean confusion, and clear crisp clean water may mean that you were very happy about something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only cases where water will not reflect upon the dreamers mood is when the water is part of a larger dream symbol, such as a hurricane, or a whirlpool. Dreaming of a hurricane may indicate a level or chaos in your life, or even on the more obvious level - that you are frightened of situations you cannot control. Dreaming of a whirlpool means that you are afraid that you will be overcome by a person or situation in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="float: left;"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!-- google_ad_client = "pub-9696013592426815"; google_ad_width = 336; google_ad_height = 280; google_ad_format = "336x280_as"; google_ad_channel =""; google_ad_type = "text_image"; google_color_border = "FFFFFF"; google_color_bg = "FFFFFF"; google_color_link = "0000CD"; google_color_url = "0000CD"; google_color_text = "0000CD"; //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt; &lt;script style="display: none;" type="text/javascript" src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"&gt; &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Dreaming of fish in water however, is a different dream symbol. Dreaming of fish almost always represents money matters. So if you are dreaming of a tank or pond of bright healthy fish it may mean that you will be getting a large amount of money soon, or that financial matters are currently going very well for you. On the other hand, if the pond or tank water is dirty or mucky, and the fish are dead or dying, this means you are very afraid of your money situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water, much like the emotion it represents, can be an ever changing element, and while the dream may indi&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;cate those things which are at the top of your subconscious, you may not immediately realize what th&lt;/span&gt;e dream represents. Keep an eye out for your emotions, and what that particular dream may have meant to you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iloveulove.com/spirituality/kabbalah/kabbadreams.htm"&gt;http://www.iloveulove.com/spirituality/kabbalah/kabbadreams.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Breathing Underwater:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This indicates that you are not being dominated by the limitations of the five senses-a very positive indication.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889770-7007137612895170138?l=cnbgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cnbgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7007137612895170138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889770&amp;postID=7007137612895170138' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889770/posts/default/7007137612895170138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889770/posts/default/7007137612895170138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cnbgirl.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-dreamt-of-large-body-of-water-two.html' title=''/><author><name>cnb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414666911622759240</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-3889770.post-6436318588667271100</id><published>2007-10-29T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T07:03:50.426+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insensitive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jann arden'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Insensitive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jann Arden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="left: 338px ! 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important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-06787852236344717 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/MaSDEUITIfk&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MaSDEUITIfk&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MaSDEUITIfk&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;video uploaded by neodie84&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you cool your lips&lt;br /&gt;After a summer's kiss&lt;br /&gt;How do you rid the sweat&lt;br /&gt;After the body bliss&lt;br /&gt;How do you turn your eyes&lt;br /&gt;From the romantic glare&lt;br /&gt;How do you block the sound&lt;br /&gt;Of a voice you'd know anywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I really should have known&lt;br /&gt;By the time you drove me home&lt;br /&gt;By the vagueness in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;The casual goodbyes&lt;br /&gt;By the chill in your embrace&lt;br /&gt;The expression on your face&lt;br /&gt;That told me&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you might have some advice to give&lt;br /&gt;On how to be&lt;br /&gt;Insensitive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you numb your skin&lt;br /&gt;After the warmest touch&lt;br /&gt;How do you slow your blood&lt;br /&gt;After the body rush&lt;br /&gt;How do you free your soul&lt;br /&gt;After you've found a friend&lt;br /&gt;How do you teach your heart&lt;br /&gt;It's a crime to fall in love again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you probably won't remember me&lt;br /&gt;It's probably ancient history&lt;br /&gt;I'm one of the chosen few&lt;br /&gt;Who went ahead and fell for you&lt;br /&gt;I'm out of vogue, I'm out of touch&lt;br /&gt;I fell too fast, I feel too much&lt;br /&gt;I thought that you might have&lt;br /&gt;Some advice to give on how to be&lt;br /&gt;Insensitive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I really should have known&lt;br /&gt;By the time you drove me home&lt;br /&gt;By the vagueness in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;The casual goodbyes&lt;br /&gt;By the chill in your embrace&lt;br /&gt;The expression on your face&lt;br /&gt;That told me&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you might have some advice to give&lt;br /&gt;On how to be&lt;br /&gt;Insensitive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889770-6436318588667271100?l=cnbgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cnbgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6436318588667271100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889770&amp;postID=6436318588667271100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889770/posts/default/6436318588667271100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889770/posts/default/6436318588667271100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cnbgirl.blogspot.com/2007/10/insensitive-jann-arden-how-do-you-cool.html' title=''/><author><name>cnb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414666911622759240</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-3889770.post-2837719072636698778</id><published>2007-10-29T15:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T07:07:24.913+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aiyo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Anak ng patola.  Kelan ba ako huling nagmura?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889770-2837719072636698778?l=cnbgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cnbgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2837719072636698778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889770&amp;postID=2837719072636698778' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889770/posts/default/2837719072636698778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889770/posts/default/2837719072636698778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cnbgirl.blogspot.com/2007/10/anak-ng-patola.html' title=''/><author><name>cnb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414666911622759240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889770.post-1891657179197965295</id><published>2007-10-18T08:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T22:23:33.474+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='over you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chris daughtry'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Over You&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Chris Daughtry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Now that it's all said and done,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I can't believe you were the one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;To build me up and tear me down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Like an old abandoned house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What you said when you left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Just left me cold and out of breath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I fell too far, was in way too deep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Guess I let you get the best of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well, I never saw it coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I should've started running&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A long, long time ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And I never thought I'd doubt you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm better off without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;More than you, more than you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm slowly getting closure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I guess it's really over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm finally getting better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And now I'm picking up the pieces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm spending all of these years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Putting my heart back together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;'Cause the day I thought I'd never get through,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I got over you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You took a hammer to these walls,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dragged the memories down the hall,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Packed your bags and walked away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There was nothing I could say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And when you slammed the front door shut,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A lot of others opened up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So did my eyes so I could see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That you never were the best for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well, I never saw it coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I should've started running&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A long, long time ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And I never thought I'd doubt you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm better off without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;More than you, more than you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm slowly getting closure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I guess it's really over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm finally getting better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And now I'm picking up the pieces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm spending all of these years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Putting my heart back together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;'Cause the day I thought I'd never get through,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I got over you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well, I never saw it coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I should've started running&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A long, long time ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And I never thought I'd doubt you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm better off without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;More than you, more than you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well, I never saw it coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I should've started running&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A long, long time ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And I never thought I'd doubt you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm better off without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;More than you, more than you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm slowly getting closure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I guess it's really over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm finally getting better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And now I'm picking up the pieces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm spending all of these years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Putting my heart back together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well I'm putting my heart back together,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;'Cause I got over you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well I got over you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I got over you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;'Cause the day I thought I'd never get through,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I got over you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889770-1891657179197965295?l=cnbgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cnbgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1891657179197965295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889770&amp;postID=1891657179197965295' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889770/posts/default/1891657179197965295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889770/posts/default/1891657179197965295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cnbgirl.blogspot.com/2007/10/over-you-chris-daughtry-now-that-its.html' title=''/><author><name>cnb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414666911622759240</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-3889770.post-7846517947709785509</id><published>2007-10-09T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T22:23:59.951+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anik anik'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been tagged by &lt;a href="http://slowreinvention.blogdrive.com/"&gt;Gene&lt;/a&gt;.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Top 10 Overrated Things:&lt;br /&gt;10. Crab, lobster, and oyster&lt;br /&gt;9. Showbiz chismis&lt;br /&gt;8. Poor me syndrome (get over yourself. no one has a monopoly of pain and frustration.)&lt;br /&gt;7. iPhone&lt;br /&gt;6. Photographs in wallets&lt;br /&gt;5. Lost&lt;br /&gt;4. Jumbo Restaurant (mas masarap sa Magdaragat o sa Dampa.)&lt;br /&gt;3. Valentine's Day&lt;br /&gt;2. Vertu&lt;br /&gt;1. Abstract art&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tagging eyesonly, gwen and asereth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889770-7846517947709785509?l=cnbgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cnbgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7846517947709785509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889770&amp;postID=7846517947709785509' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889770/posts/default/7846517947709785509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889770/posts/default/7846517947709785509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cnbgirl.blogspot.com/2007/10/ive-been-tagged-by-gene.html' title=''/><author><name>cnb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414666911622759240</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889770.post-4440061643893031013</id><published>2007-09-06T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T23:54:31.267+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='switchfoot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the shadow proves the sunshine'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm still waiting for my divine tadyak.  If I wake up tomorrow morning on the floor instead of on the bed, that means my question has been answered.  Either that or someone stole my bed when I was sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first ever blog post was June 2, 2002 over at deadjournal. I've been blogging on and off for the past 5 years.  I've been browsing my posts at DJ and I found &lt;a href="http://cnbgirl.deadjournal.com/10670.html?mode=reply"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.  Fufufu.  I was as much as a nutcase then as I am now.  And I don't even remember writing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Shadow Proves the Sunshine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Switchfoot&lt;br /&gt;Nothing Is Sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine won’t you be my mother?&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine come and help me sing&lt;br /&gt;My heart is darker than these oceans&lt;br /&gt;My heart is frozen underneath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crooked soul trying to stay up straight&lt;br /&gt;Dry eyes in the pouring rain, when&lt;br /&gt;The shadow proves the sunshine&lt;br /&gt;The shadow proves the sunshine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two scared little runaways&lt;br /&gt;Hold fast till the break of daylight&lt;br /&gt;When the shadow proves the sunshine&lt;br /&gt;The shadow proves the sunshine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord why did you forsake me&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord don’t be far away, away&lt;br /&gt;Storm clouds gathering beside me&lt;br /&gt;Please Lord don’t look the other way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m a crooked soul trying to stay up straight&lt;br /&gt;Dry eyes in the pouring rain, when&lt;br /&gt;The shadow proves the sunshine&lt;br /&gt;The shadow proves the sunshine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two scared little runaways&lt;br /&gt;Hold fast till the break of daylight&lt;br /&gt;When the shadow proves the sunshine&lt;br /&gt;The shadow proves the sunshine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, shine on me&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, shine on me&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, shine on me&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, shine on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crooked souls trying to stay up straight&lt;br /&gt;Dry eyes in the pouring rain, when&lt;br /&gt;The shadow proves the sunshine&lt;br /&gt;The shadow proves the sunshine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two scared little runaways&lt;br /&gt;Hold fast till the break of daylight&lt;br /&gt;When the shadow proves the sunshine&lt;br /&gt;The shadow proves the sunshine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, shine on me&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, shine on me&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, shine on me&lt;br /&gt;Shine on me&lt;br /&gt;Let my shadows prove the sunshine &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889770-4440061643893031013?l=cnbgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cnbgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4440061643893031013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889770&amp;postID=4440061643893031013' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889770/posts/default/4440061643893031013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889770/posts/default/4440061643893031013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cnbgirl.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-still-waiting-for-my-divine-tadyak.html' title=''/><author><name>cnb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414666911622759240</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-3889770.post-6046661434417386916</id><published>2007-09-04T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T22:35:40.743+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anthony robbins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motivation'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Harness The Power of Decision&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Excerpt from Awaken the Giant Within&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;By Anthony Robbins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;These are the six quick keys to help you harness the power of decision, the power that shapes your experience of life every moment that you live it:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;1. Remember the true power of making decisions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;  It's a tool you can use in any moment to change your entire life.  The minute you make a new decision, you set in motion a new cause, effect, direction, and destination for your life.  You literally begin to change your life the moment you make a new decision.  Remember that when you start feeling overwhelmed, or when you feel like you don't have a choice, of when things are happening "to" you, you can change it all if you just stop and decide to do so.  Remember, a real decision is measured by the fact that you've taken new action.  If there's no action, you haven't truly decided.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;2. Realize that the hardest step in achieving anything is making a true commitment - a true decision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;  Carrying out your commitment is often much easier than the decision itself, so make your decisions intelligently, but make them quickly.  Don't labor forever over the question of how or if you can do it.  Studies have shown that the most successful people make decisions rapidly because they are clear on their values and what they really want for their lives.  The same studies show that they are slow to change their decisions, if at all.  On the other hand, people who fail usually make decisions slowly and change their minds quickly, always bouncing back and forth.  Just decide!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;Realize that decsion making is a kind of act in itself, so a good definition for a decision might be "information acted upon."  You know you've truly made a decision when action flows from it.  It becomes a cause set in motion.  Often the effect of making a decision helps create the attainment of a larger goal.  A critical rule I've made for myself is never to leave the scene of a decision without first taking a specific action towards its realization.&lt;script&gt;&lt;!-- D(["mb","\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\n\u003cp\&gt;\u003cb\&gt;\u003cfont size\u003d\"2\" face\u003d\"Tahoma\"\&gt;3. Make decisions often.\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/b\&gt;\u003cfont size\u003d\"2\" face\u003d\"Tahoma\"\&gt;  The more decisions you make, the better you&amp;#39;re going to become at making them.  Muscles get stronger with use, and so it is with your decision-making muscles.  Unleash you power right now by making some decision you&amp;#39;ve been putting off.  You won&amp;#39;t believe the energy and excitement it will create in your life!\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\n\u003cp\&gt;\u003cb\&gt;\u003cfont size\u003d\"2\" face\u003d\"Tahoma\"\&gt;4. Learn from your decisions.\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/b\&gt;\u003cfont size\u003d\"2\" face\u003d\"Tahoma\"\&gt;  There&amp;#39;s no way around it.  At times, you&amp;#39;re going to screw up, no matte what you do.   And when the inevitable happens, instead of beating yourself to the ground,\u003cu\&gt; learn something\u003c/u\&gt;. Ask yourself, &amp;quot;What&amp;#39;s good about this?  What can I learn from this?&amp;quot;  This &amp;quot;failure&amp;quot; may be unbelievable gift in disguise if you use it to make better decisions in the future.  Rather than focus on the short term setback, choose instead to learn lessons that can save you time, money, or pain, and that will give you the ability to succeed in the future.\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\n\u003cp\&gt;\u003cb\&gt;\u003cfont size\u003d\"2\" face\u003d\"Tahoma\"\&gt;5. Stay committed to your decisions, but stay flexible in your approach.\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/b\&gt;\u003cfont size\u003d\"2\" face\u003d\"Tahoma\"\&gt;  One you&amp;#39;ve decided who you want to be as a person, for example, don&amp;#39;t get stuck on the means of achieving it.  It&amp;#39;s the end you&amp;#39;re dafter.  Too often, in deciding what they want for their lives, people pick the best way they know at the time - they make a map - but then don&amp;#39;t stay open to alternate routes.  Don&amp;#39;t become rigid in your approach.  Cultivate the art of flexibility.\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\n\u003cp\&gt;\u003cb\&gt;\u003cfont size\u003d\"2\" face\u003d\"Tahoma\"\&gt;6. Enjoy making decisions. \u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/b\&gt; \u003cfont size\u003d\"2\" face\u003d\"Tahoma\"\&gt;You must know that in any moment, a decision you make can change the course of your life forever: the very next person you stand behind in line or sit next to on an airplane, the very next phone call you make or receive, the very next movie you see or book you read or page you turn could be the one single thing that cause the floodgates to open, and all of the things that you&amp;#39;ve been waiting for to fall into place.",1] );  //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;3. Make decisions often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;  The more decisions you make, the better you're going to become at making them.  Muscles get stronger with use, and so it is with your decision-making muscles.  Unleash you power right now by making some decision you've been putting off.  You won't believe the energy and excitement it will create in your life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;4. Learn from your decisions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;  There's no way around it.  At times, you're going to screw up, no matte what you do.   And when the inevitable happens, instead of beating yourself to the ground,&lt;u&gt; learn something&lt;/u&gt;. Ask yourself, "What's good about this?  What can I learn from this?"  This "failure" may be unbelievable gift in disguise if you use it to make better decisions in the future.  Rather than focus on the short term setback, choose instead to learn lessons that can save you time, money, or pain, and that will give you the ability to succeed in the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;5. Stay committed to your decisions, but stay flexible in your approach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;  One you've decided who you want to be as a person, for example, don't get stuck on the means of achieving it.  It's the end you're dafter.  Too often, in deciding what they want for their lives, people pick the best way they know at the time - they make a map - but then don't stay open to alternate routes.  Don't become rigid in your approach.  Cultivate the art of flexibility.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;6. Enjoy making decisions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;You must know that in any moment, a decision you make can change the course of your life forever: the very next person you stand behind in line or sit next to on an airplane, the very next phone call you make or receive, the very next movie you see or book you read or page you turn could be the one single thing that cause the floodgates to open, and all of the things that you've been waiting for to fall into place.&lt;script&gt;&lt;!-- D(["mb","\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\n\u003cp\&gt;\u003cfont size\u003d\"2\" face\u003d\"Tahoma\"\&gt;If you really want your life to be passionate, you need to live with this attitude of expectancy.  Years ago, I made what seemed like a small decision, and it has powerfully shaped my life.  I decided to do a seminar in Denver, Colorado.  The decision has caused me to meet a lady named Becky.  Her last name now is Robbins, and she is definitely one of the greatest gifts of my life.  On that same trip, I decided to write my first book, which is now published in eleven languages around the world.  A few days later, I decided to conduct a seminar in Texas, and after working for a week to fill my own program, the promoter didn&amp;#39;t pay me for the event - he skipped town.  The obvious person to talk to was the public relations agent he had hired, a woman who had similar woes.  That woman became my literary agent and helped to get that first book published.  As a result, I have the privilege of sharing this story with you today.\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\n\u003cp\&gt;\u003cfont size\u003d\"2\" face\u003d\"Tahoma\"\&gt;At one time, I also decided to take on a business partner.  Choosing not to investigate his character in advance was a poor decision on my part.  Within a year, he&amp;#39;d misappropriated a quarter of million dollars and had run my corporation $758,000 in debt while I spent my life on the road doing more than 200 seminars.  Fortunately, though, I learned from my poor decision and made a better one.  In spite of advice from all the experts around me that the only way I could survive would be to declare bankruptcy, I decided to find a way to turn things around, and I created one the greater successes of my life.  I took my company to a whole new level, and what I learned from that experience not only created my long-term business success, but also provided many of the distinctions for the Neuro-Associative Conditioning and the Destiny Technologies that you&amp;#39;ll be learning in this book.\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\n\u003cp align\u003d\"CENTER\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Tahoma\"\&gt;&amp;quot;Life is either a daring adventure or nothing.&amp;quot;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\n\u003cp align\u003d\"CENTER\"\&gt;",1] );  //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;If you really want your life to be passionate, you need to live with this attitude of expectancy.  Years ago, I made what seemed like a small decision, and it has powerfully shaped my life.  I decided to do a seminar in Denver, Colorado.  The decision has caused me to meet a lady named Becky.  Her last name now is Robbins, and she is definitely one of the greatest gifts of my life.  On that same trip, I decided to write my first book, which is now published in eleven languages around the world.  A few days later, I decided to conduct a seminar in Texas, and after working for a week to fill my own program, the promoter didn't pay me for the event - he skipped town.  The obvious person to talk to was the public relations agent he had hired, a woman who had similar woes.  That woman became my literary agent and helped to get that first book published.  As a result, I have the privilege of sharing this story with you today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;At one time, I also decided to take on a business partner.  Choosing not to investigate his character in advance was a poor decision on my part.  Within a year, he'd misappropriated a quarter of million dollars and had run my corporation $758,000 in debt while I spent my life on the road doing more than 200 seminars.  Fortunately, though, I learned from my poor decision and made a better one.  In spite of advice from all the experts around me that the only way I could survive would be to declare bankruptcy, I decided to find a way to turn things around, and I created one the greater successes of my life.  I took my company to a whole new level, and what I learned from that experience not only created my long-term business success, but also provided many of the distinctions for the Neuro-Associative Conditioning and the Destiny Technologies that you'll be learning in this book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" align="center"&gt;"Life is either a daring adventure or nothing."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;script&gt;&lt;!-- D(["mb","\u003cfont size\u003d\"2\" face\u003d\"Tahoma\"\&gt;- Helen Keller\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cbr\&gt;\n\u003cbr\&gt;\n\n\u003c/div\&gt;\n",0] ); D(["ce"]);  //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;- Helen Keller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889770-6046661434417386916?l=cnbgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889770.post-5991053328518314448</id><published>2007-09-03T09:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T09:38:18.628+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tiffany'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='could have been'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Could Have Been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flowers you gave me&lt;br /&gt;are just about to die&lt;br /&gt;when I think about&lt;br /&gt;what could've been&lt;br /&gt;it makes me want to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sweet words you whispered&lt;br /&gt;didn't mean a thing&lt;br /&gt;I guess our song is over&lt;br /&gt;as we begin to sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could've been so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;could've been so right&lt;br /&gt;could've been my lover&lt;br /&gt;every day of my life&lt;br /&gt;could've been so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;could've been so right&lt;br /&gt;I'll never hold what could've been&lt;br /&gt;on a cold and lonely night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;The memorys of our lovin'&lt;br /&gt;still linger in the air&lt;br /&gt;like the faded scent of your roses&lt;br /&gt;they stay with me everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I get my hopes up&lt;br /&gt;they always seem to fall&lt;br /&gt;still what could've&lt;br /&gt;been is better than&lt;br /&gt;what could never be at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Could've been so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;could've been so right&lt;br /&gt;could've been my lover&lt;br /&gt;every day of my life&lt;br /&gt;could've been so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;could've been so right&lt;br /&gt;I'll never hold what could've been&lt;br /&gt;on a cold and lonely night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could I hold what could've been&lt;br /&gt;on a cold and lonely night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889770-5991053328518314448?l=cnbgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cnbgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5991053328518314448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889770&amp;postID=5991053328518314448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889770/posts/default/5991053328518314448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889770/posts/default/5991053328518314448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cnbgirl.blogspot.com/2007/09/could-have-been-tiffany-flowers-you.html' title=''/><author><name>cnb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414666911622759240</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-3889770.post-8601338657266252840</id><published>2007-09-02T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T23:17:11.470+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='come holy spirit'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Come as a wisdom to children,&lt;br /&gt;Come as new sight to the blind,&lt;br /&gt;Come, Lord, as strength to my weakness,&lt;br /&gt;Take me: soul, body and mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain:&lt;br /&gt;Come, Holy Spirit, I need You,&lt;br /&gt;Come, sweet Spirit, I pray;&lt;br /&gt;Come in Your strength and Your power,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Come in Your own gentle way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Come as a rest to the weary,&lt;br /&gt;Come as a balm for the sore,&lt;br /&gt;Come as a dew to my dryness:&lt;br /&gt;Fill me with joy evermore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain:&lt;br /&gt;Come, Holy Spirit, I need You,&lt;br /&gt;Come, sweet Spirit, I pray;&lt;br /&gt;Come in Your strength and Your power,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Come in Your own gentle way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come like a spring in the desert,&lt;br /&gt;Come to the withered of soul;&lt;br /&gt;O let Your sweet healing power&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Touch me and make me whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain:&lt;br /&gt;Come, Holy Spirit, I need You,&lt;br /&gt;Come, sweet Spirit, I pray;&lt;br /&gt;Come in Your strength and Your power,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Come in Your own gentle way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889770-8601338657266252840?l=cnbgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cnbgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8601338657266252840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889770&amp;postID=8601338657266252840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889770/posts/default/8601338657266252840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889770/posts/default/8601338657266252840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cnbgirl.blogspot.com/2007/09/1.html' title=''/><author><name>cnb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414666911622759240</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-3889770.post-3839208127683201417</id><published>2007-09-02T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T23:07:58.235+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gwen stefani'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4 in the morning'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My blog over at blog-city will be turning 4 on the 9th.  Yey, blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My LSS the past few days is Gwen Stefani's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4 In the Morning&lt;/span&gt;.  It doesn't really help my ear itch if I listen to the song over and over for an hour straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4 In the Morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gwen Stefani&lt;br /&gt;The Sweet Escape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Waking up to find another day&lt;br /&gt;The moon got lost again last night&lt;br /&gt;But now the sun has finally had its say&lt;br /&gt;I guess I feel alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it hurts when I think&lt;br /&gt;When I let it sink in&lt;br /&gt;It's all over me&lt;br /&gt;I'm lying here in the dark&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching you sleep, it hurts a lot&lt;br /&gt;&amp; all I know is&lt;br /&gt;You've got to give me everything&lt;br /&gt;Nothing less cause&lt;br /&gt;You know I give you all of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;br /&gt;I give you everything that I am&lt;br /&gt;I'm handin' over everything that I've got&lt;br /&gt;Cause I wanna have a really true love&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever wanna have to go &amp;amp; give you up&lt;br /&gt;Stay up till Four In The Morning &amp; the tears are pouring&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I want to make it worth the fight&lt;br /&gt;What have we been doing for all this time?&lt;br /&gt;Baby if we're gonna do it, come on do it right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I wanted was to know I'm safe&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to lose the love I've found&lt;br /&gt;Remember when you said that you would change&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me down&lt;br /&gt;It's not fair how you are&lt;br /&gt;I can't be complete, can you give me more?&lt;br /&gt;&amp; all I know is&lt;br /&gt;You got to give me everything&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; nothing less cause&lt;br /&gt;You know I give you all of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;br /&gt;I give you everything that I am&lt;br /&gt;I'm handin' over everything that I've got&lt;br /&gt;Cause I wanna have a really true love&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever wanna have to go &amp; give you up&lt;br /&gt;Stay up till Four In The Morning &amp;amp; the tears are pouring&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I want to make it worth the fight&lt;br /&gt;What have we been doing for all this time?&lt;br /&gt;Baby if we're gonna do it, come on do it right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh please, you know what I need&lt;br /&gt;Save all your love up for me&lt;br /&gt;We can't escape the love&lt;br /&gt;Give me everything that you have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; all I know is&lt;br /&gt;You got to give me everything&lt;br /&gt;&amp; nothing less cause&lt;br /&gt;You know I give you all of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;br /&gt;I give you everything that I am&lt;br /&gt;I'm handin' over everything that I've got&lt;br /&gt;Cause I wanna have a really true love&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever wanna have to go &amp;amp; give you up&lt;br /&gt;Stay up till Four In The Morning &amp; the tears are pouring&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I want to make it worth the fight&lt;br /&gt;What have we been doing for all this time?&lt;br /&gt;Baby if we're gonna do it, come on do it right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Give you everything)&lt;br /&gt;(Give you all of me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As usual, when I don't have anything to post, I post lyrics.  I need to go out more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889770-3839208127683201417?l=cnbgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cnbgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3839208127683201417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889770&amp;postID=3839208127683201417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889770/posts/default/3839208127683201417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889770/posts/default/3839208127683201417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cnbgirl.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-blog-over-at-blog-city-will-be.html' title=''/><author><name>cnb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414666911622759240</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-3889770.post-170898490292284029</id><published>2007-08-07T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T22:11:36.374+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='switchfoot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='when i look to the sky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='train'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Switchfoot will have a concert in Manila on September 10.  I have waited years to see them live in concert and now that they'll have one in Manila.  But, I'm now based in Singapore.  I have already waited 5 years, what's another year or two?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=====&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way home from the airport this afternoon, I heard one of my favorite songs that I haven't heard in months.  The first order of business when I got home was to listen to Train's My Private Nation album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When I Look To The Sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Train&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My Private Nation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When it rains it pours and opens doors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And floods the floors we thought would always keep us safe and dry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And in the midst of sailing ships we sink our lips into the ones we love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; That have to say goodbye &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And as I float along this ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I can feel you like a notion that won't seem to let me go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Cause when I look to the sky something tells me you're here with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And you make everything alright &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And when I feel like I'm lost something tells me you're here with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And I can always find my way when you are here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And every word I didn't say that caught up in some busy day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And every dance on the kitchen floor we didn't have before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And every sunset that we'll miss I'll wrap them all up in a kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And pick you up in all of this when I sail away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;While I float upon this ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I can feel you like a notion that I hope will never leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Cause when I look to the sky something tells me you're here with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And you make everything alright &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And when I feel like I'm lost something tells me you're here with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And I can always find my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether I am up or down or in or out or just plain overhead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Instead it just feels like it is impossible to fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; But with you I can spread my wings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; to see me over everything that life may send me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; When I am hoping it won't pass me by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And when I feel like there is no one that will ever know me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; there you are to show me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Cause when I look to the sky something tells me you're here with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And you make everything alright &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And when I feel like I'm lost something tells me you're here with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And I can always find my way when you are here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When I look to the sky something tells me you're here with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I can always find my way when you are here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; When I feel like I'm lost something tells me you're here with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I can always find my way when you are here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889770-170898490292284029?l=cnbgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cnbgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/170898490292284029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889770&amp;postID=170898490292284029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889770/posts/default/170898490292284029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889770/posts/default/170898490292284029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cnbgirl.blogspot.com/2007/08/switchfoot-will-have-concert-in-manila.html' title=''/><author><name>cnb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414666911622759240</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-3889770.post-5226569358989459731</id><published>2007-08-07T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T18:53:05.472+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kwentong adik'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back in the Philippines for a one week vacation.  Yay!  I just arrived a few hours ago and I feel refreshed and energized.  It's great to be back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=====&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kwentong adik muna.  Kagabi pauwi galing opisina, nakasakay kami ni Xiuling ng bus.  Nang malapit na sa babaan namin, tumayo na ako sa aking upuan dahil maraming taong nakatayo at mahirap bumaba.  Biglang may isang lalaking ng box-out sa akin.  Akala ko naman, baba rin sya.  Hinde pala, gusto lang talaga ata akong harangan.  Hinde tuloy ako nakababa sa stop namin at napilitan akong bumaba sa susunod na stop. Eto namang si Xiuling, hinahanap ako, at nang namalayan nyang hinde ako nakababa, tumawa sya ng malakas.  Nilakad ko tuloy mula dun sa tinigilan ng bus hanggang sa bus stop namin.  Haha.  Nakakatawa, ako rin sumakit ang tiyan sa kakatawa.  Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889770-5226569358989459731?l=cnbgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cnbgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5226569358989459731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889770&amp;postID=5226569358989459731' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889770/posts/default/5226569358989459731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889770/posts/default/5226569358989459731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cnbgirl.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-back-in-philippines-for-one-week.html' title=''/><author><name>cnb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414666911622759240</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-3889770.post-8715025356040540562</id><published>2007-07-09T17:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T17:41:48.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="Georgia"&gt;As I guessed, the new Lifehouse album grew on me. &amp;nbsp;This is just like the previous albums and there's nothing fresh about it. &amp;nbsp;But hey, I liked their old style and still like it now.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="Georgia"&gt;Me and my friends watched Ang Pagdadalaga ni Maximo Oliveros, and surprisingly, majority of the audience are non-Pinoys and males at that. &amp;nbsp;We had to catch the 11:30PM show because all the earlier shows were fully booked. &amp;nbsp;The Picturehouse only has a 60-70 seating capacity (I think), so no wonder it was fully booked. &amp;nbsp;But still, it's good to know that non-Pinoys took time out to watch a Pinoy movie.&lt;/font&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/3889770-8715025356040540562?l=cnbgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cnbgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8715025356040540562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889770&amp;postID=8715025356040540562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889770/posts/default/8715025356040540562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889770/posts/default/8715025356040540562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cnbgirl.blogspot.com/2007/07/as-i-guessed-new-lifehouse-album-grew.html' title=''/><author><name>cnb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414666911622759240</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-3889770.post-7759149520293973076</id><published>2007-06-21T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T22:31:40.671+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lifehouse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='who we are'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v90/cnbgirl/blogspot/whoweare-lifehouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 244px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v90/cnbgirl/blogspot/whoweare-lifehouse.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lifehouse had just released their newest album yesterday entitled 'Who We Are.'  I was anticipating this album because I like the song 'First Time', which I first heard of from Gwen.  I've listened to the whole album but no other song catches my attention like 'First Time' did.  Anyhow, I'll wait and see if this is one of those albums that grow on you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889770-7759149520293973076?l=cnbgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cnbgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7759149520293973076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889770&amp;postID=7759149520293973076' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889770/posts/default/7759149520293973076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889770/posts/default/7759149520293973076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cnbgirl.blogspot.com/2007/06/lifehouse-had-just-released-their.html' title=''/><author><name>cnb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414666911622759240</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-3889770.post-962478794022458250</id><published>2007-06-20T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T22:14:23.744+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paul walker'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v90/cnbgirl/blogspot/intotheblue-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v90/cnbgirl/blogspot/intotheblue-small.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's just something so sexy about a guy with nice shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, I don't have a shoulder fetish (yet).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889770-962478794022458250?l=cnbgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cnbgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/962478794022458250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889770&amp;postID=962478794022458250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889770/posts/default/962478794022458250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889770/posts/default/962478794022458250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cnbgirl.blogspot.com/2007/06/theres-just-something-so-sexy-about-guy.html' title=''/><author><name>cnb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414666911622759240</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-3889770.post-3776347063012720428</id><published>2007-06-18T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T22:45:15.389+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now, I've had the sudden urge to blog again after months of hiatus.  Since most of my creative juices are going down the drain on a regular day, I need an outlet to try and be creative once in a while.  While blogging doesn't exactly equate to being creative, for someone like me, it's a good start.  My normal day consists of going to work, eating, going home and sleeping.  This blog may turn out to be the diatribes of a bored Pinay or the raves of a pollyanna or the mischievous thoughts of my alter-ego or a mishmash of anything and everything.  This is my pseudo-personal space, anything can happen.  And hey, not that there would be anyone reading this anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889770-3776347063012720428?l=cnbgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cnbgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3776347063012720428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889770&amp;postID=3776347063012720428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889770/posts/default/3776347063012720428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889770/posts/default/3776347063012720428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cnbgirl.blogspot.com/2007/06/now-ive-had-sudden-urge-to-blog-again.html' title=''/><author><name>cnb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414666911622759240</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-3889770.post-3467692401563517173</id><published>2007-06-18T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T22:20:40.854+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cnb'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I started off using the pseudonym cnbgirl in 2001.  Back then, it meant confused n' baffled because there were so many things that I was unsure about.  But now, cnb means calm n' breezy.  This doesn't mean that I'm sure about everything now, no, it's quite the contrary.  The more you know, the more you don't know.  I changed what it means for me because now, I've started to believe in the power of words.  The more you use positive words, the more it becomes you.  And same goes with using negative words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get the point.  I've now since dropped the 'girl' when signing on other blogs but retained the nick for sentimental reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what does this post mean?  Nothing really.  Heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889770-3467692401563517173?l=cnbgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cnbgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3467692401563517173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889770&amp;postID=3467692401563517173' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889770/posts/default/3467692401563517173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889770/posts/default/3467692401563517173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cnbgirl.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-started-off-using-pseudonym-cnbgirl.html' title=''/><author><name>cnb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414666911622759240</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-3889770.post-6158125072526904363</id><published>2007-06-18T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T22:03:21.771+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blue-ans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fantastic four'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='7107'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I started over at Dead Journal then I went off to Blog-City, and now I'm here at Blogspot.  The city will no longer be hosting blogs for free, and so, being the cheapskate that I am, decided to move here at the spot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been out of the blogging scene for a long while, but I'm not sure I would be blogging regularly (not that it really matters to any of you, anyway).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, some updates.  I left the Big Blue last September and took a 6 month break from work.  (I miss being a bum.)  Now I'm here in Singapore, still with the semicon industry but on the subcon side of the supply chain.  I'd be lying if I say that I don't miss the Big Blue.  But, starting a new chapter is fun.  Although it's boring here in Singapore most of the time, but at least, I can meet up with other bored people here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with a few former Blue-ans (Yeah, I know, I'm soooo creative.  Pffft.)  at 7107 Flavours.  It was below expectations and to think that the chef was from Via Mare.  I sure hope that they improve, because, I for one, would like to see a thriving Pinoy resto here.  Give me sisig, give me adobo, give me leche flan, give me ube, give me delicious Pinoy food.  Mr. Jewel (the administrator of the yahoo group) said that he'd consolidate the feedback and send it to the restaurant manager.  And please, please, I do hope that the management would take heed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we went off to the hotel room of Vendo (still with Big Blue and on a business trip here in SG) waiting for the rain to let up.  Eleven people crammed in a small hotel room, talking non-stop from 11PM to 430AM with topics ranging from normal conversations to the insane.  The crazy talk was fun, because I'm part of the crazy crowd.  Got home at around 5AM.  Took a shower, went to sleep, and regained consciousness at 4PM.  I woke up at least 6 times in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out to watch Fantastic Four.  I didn't have any high expectations because I didn't like the first one all that much.  I watched it just for the entertainment value.  Good thing Chris Evans was good enough eye candy.  Yum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889770-6158125072526904363?l=cnbgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cnbgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6158125072526904363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889770&amp;postID=6158125072526904363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889770/posts/default/6158125072526904363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889770/posts/default/6158125072526904363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cnbgirl.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-started-over-at-dead-journal-then-i.html' title=''/><author><name>cnb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414666911622759240</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>
