<?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-4347558837213939745</id><updated>2011-12-13T03:36:51.518+08:00</updated><category term='scar'/><category term='salt scrub'/><category term='doppleganger'/><category term='Party'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='New Love'/><category term='relationship'/><category term='Girl Love'/><category term='Rants and Raves'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Holiday'/><category term='Rebel'/><category term='Friendship'/><category term='stream'/><category term='miss universe'/><category term='Cold water'/><category term='Long Distance Relationship'/><category term='a bonne'/><category term='Design'/><category term='Green Team'/><category term='miss universe top 5'/><category term='Beer'/><category term='Fun'/><category term='milk salt'/><category term='creepy'/><category term='Extras'/><category term='pacman'/><category term='marquez'/><category term='Silliman University'/><category term='Diet'/><category term='venus raj'/><category term='skin'/><category term='Love'/><category term='sports'/><category term='Journey'/><category term='Fashion'/><category term='live stream'/><category term='Lockerz'/><category term='Past'/><category term='morning'/><category term='style by comfort'/><category term='exfoliate'/><category term='miss universe 2010'/><category term='beauty'/><category term='boxing'/><category term='Diet tips'/><category term='routine'/><title type='text'>Come To Where The Flavor Is</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ktynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160759717531509622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/TH393RNh5QI/AAAAAAAAATY/0YP9Yp7aeMA/S220/DSC00203.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4347558837213939745.post-6032306279869896138</id><published>2011-11-13T10:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T12:01:59.264+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pacman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boxing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='live stream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marquez'/><title type='text'>Pacquiao vs Marquez 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://streamcoverage.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/11/e3ae2e8b288489c1fc189dc8b5a1fd9d_L.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="147" src="http://streamcoverage.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/11/e3ae2e8b288489c1fc189dc8b5a1fd9d_L.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Watch it live!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.firstrowsports.tv/watch/91372/1/watch-boxing:-pacquiao-vs-marquez.html" target="_blank"&gt;Clickityyyy! 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CLICK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're welcome!! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Go PacMan!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4347558837213939745-6032306279869896138?l=www.ktynnzky.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/feeds/6032306279869896138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2011/11/pacquiao-vs-marquez-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/6032306279869896138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/6032306279869896138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2011/11/pacquiao-vs-marquez-3.html' title='Pacquiao vs Marquez 3'/><author><name>Ktynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160759717531509622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/TH393RNh5QI/AAAAAAAAATY/0YP9Yp7aeMA/S220/DSC00203.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4347558837213939745.post-5673171378754016064</id><published>2011-11-02T23:23:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T18:41:49.845+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Long Distance Relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girl Love'/><title type='text'>Every love story is beautiful, but ours is my favorite.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lagrgaT5TQ1qbpwzeo1_400.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;"You can't stop loving or wanting to love because when its right, it's the best thing in the world. When you're in a relationship and it's good, even if nothing else in your life is right, you feel like your whole world is complete." - anonymous&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;11:21pm: It happened around this time last month. And it feels like High School again-- Happy 1st monthsarry. ♥&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Photo taken from:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://imagequotes.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://imagequotes.tumblr.com&lt;/a&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/4347558837213939745-5673171378754016064?l=www.ktynnzky.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/feeds/5673171378754016064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2011/11/every-love-story-is-beautiful-but-ours.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/5673171378754016064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/5673171378754016064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2011/11/every-love-story-is-beautiful-but-ours.html' title='Every love story is beautiful, but ours is my favorite.'/><author><name>Ktynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160759717531509622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/TH393RNh5QI/AAAAAAAAATY/0YP9Yp7aeMA/S220/DSC00203.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4347558837213939745.post-5695454576921326889</id><published>2011-11-01T23:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T13:59:56.142+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skin'/><title type='text'>Scar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/317867_293730673984108_100000415338129_1076782_191719734_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/317867_293730673984108_100000415338129_1076782_191719734_n.jpg" width="318" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/298655_293237387366770_100000415338129_1074603_628239240_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/298655_293237387366770_100000415338129_1074603_628239240_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It hurts. How to take care of this cut? And the most important question to ask... What's the best scar remover, anyone? =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4347558837213939745-5695454576921326889?l=www.ktynnzky.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/feeds/5695454576921326889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2011/11/scar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/5695454576921326889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/5695454576921326889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2011/11/scar.html' title='Scar'/><author><name>Ktynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160759717531509622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/TH393RNh5QI/AAAAAAAAATY/0YP9Yp7aeMA/S220/DSC00203.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4347558837213939745.post-3146709939797479139</id><published>2011-10-28T18:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T18:53:19.064+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants and Raves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Long Distance Relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>Long Distance Relationship</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/0DRGk9cXBjE/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0DRGk9cXBjE&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0DRGk9cXBjE&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Jay's opinion on this matter. Maybe to some people who doesn't believe in long distance relationship, probably thinks that this is just plain bullshit. But it really is different when you've already experienced it. It still goes down on how the couple handles their relationship to make things work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;It's almost a month now, and I am still adjusting to this whole long distance relationship thing. If other people can do it, then why not us? And as long there is love and trust, distance is never a problem. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4347558837213939745-3146709939797479139?l=www.ktynnzky.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/feeds/3146709939797479139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2011/10/long-distance-relationship.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/3146709939797479139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/3146709939797479139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2011/10/long-distance-relationship.html' title='Long Distance Relationship'/><author><name>Ktynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160759717531509622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/TH393RNh5QI/AAAAAAAAATY/0YP9Yp7aeMA/S220/DSC00203.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4347558837213939745.post-3411303436867043709</id><published>2011-10-19T03:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T03:44:09.395+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Extras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Long Distance Relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girl Love'/><title type='text'>Note to Self</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/35206_140950129262164_100000415338129_303222_63950_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/35206_140950129262164_100000415338129_303222_63950_n.jpg" width="160" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Note to self: Always keep that space. Just in case when shit goes down, you'll have some left for yourself. Once you get to the point where enough is enough, then fxck it. I've learned my lesson and there's no way &amp;nbsp;I'm going through that shit ever again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Indeed, having a long distance relationship sure is hard. You have doubts and all those shit, but there's nothing you can do about it.Words are not enough to prove someone how much you like/love your partner but action does. Girls most of the time, doesn't want assurance. We need it, and we need it badly.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;You can't undo what has already happened. If you love someone, just trust him. Listen to what he says first before picking up a fight. If you want your relationship to last, always work things out. Don't jump into conclusion without consulting your partner first. Remember, truth will come out eventually. Don't be afraid of pain, embrace it and I'm pretty sure you'll learn a lot of things from it. Trust me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4347558837213939745-3411303436867043709?l=www.ktynnzky.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/feeds/3411303436867043709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2011/10/note-to-self.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/3411303436867043709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/3411303436867043709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2011/10/note-to-self.html' title='Note to Self'/><author><name>Ktynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160759717531509622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/TH393RNh5QI/AAAAAAAAATY/0YP9Yp7aeMA/S220/DSC00203.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4347558837213939745.post-1866367776529700985</id><published>2011-10-11T13:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T14:02:39.201+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants and Raves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Love'/><title type='text'>Bringing Back Those Broken Pieces of My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AHABX_sO4kI/TpPZAxlGb6I/AAAAAAAAAYE/vMk8sEYdBFc/s1600/k.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="247" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AHABX_sO4kI/TpPZAxlGb6I/AAAAAAAAAYE/vMk8sEYdBFc/s400/k.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With my friends again. Partied again. In love again. Trusted again. Happy again&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Totally back on track. Welcome back old me! No more tears, no more pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I deserve this..., I deserve them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope this never ends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you Lord. ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4347558837213939745-1866367776529700985?l=www.ktynnzky.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/feeds/1866367776529700985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2011/10/pieces-of-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/1866367776529700985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/1866367776529700985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2011/10/pieces-of-my-life.html' title='Bringing Back Those Broken Pieces of My Life'/><author><name>Ktynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160759717531509622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/TH393RNh5QI/AAAAAAAAATY/0YP9Yp7aeMA/S220/DSC00203.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AHABX_sO4kI/TpPZAxlGb6I/AAAAAAAAAYE/vMk8sEYdBFc/s72-c/k.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4347558837213939745.post-8305814222324789080</id><published>2011-10-10T23:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T03:49:45.513+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants and Raves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Extras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girl Love'/><title type='text'>Better</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/T9T04di8Vg4/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T9T04di8Vg4&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T9T04di8Vg4&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So Don't look down, keep looking up&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(You Will Win)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Forget about what You've done&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I promise Life goes on&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On those fxcked up nights before I close my eyes, I always listen to this song. It never failed to make me feel better. No, I'm not feeling down or anything. Just wanna share this music to you guys specially to those who are undergoing some difficulties as of now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4347558837213939745-8305814222324789080?l=www.ktynnzky.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/feeds/8305814222324789080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2011/10/better.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/8305814222324789080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/8305814222324789080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2011/10/better.html' title='Better'/><author><name>Ktynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160759717531509622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/TH393RNh5QI/AAAAAAAAATY/0YP9Yp7aeMA/S220/DSC00203.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4347558837213939745.post-782006185982443746</id><published>2011-10-09T23:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T22:31:02.807+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girl Love'/><title type='text'>In A Relationship</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6hHpdjPkK4o/TpLuUX7KqlI/AAAAAAAAAX8/mTdWs_Blb4c/s1600/e3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6hHpdjPkK4o/TpLuUX7KqlI/AAAAAAAAAX8/mTdWs_Blb4c/s400/e3.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;When we first met, I had no idea you would be so important to me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;This may sound HighSchoolish but yea, happy 1st week to us. ♥&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Good things come to those who wait&lt;/i&gt;. Just like any other girl who had her heart broken, I still hold on to that flicker of hope that someday someone will prove to me that not all guys are the same. Then without any warning, that special someone came unexpectedly.&amp;nbsp;Never in my wildest dream did I ever believe this would ever happen.&amp;nbsp;I've closed my heart for quite long enough, then he did something that made it work again. Every special beat of it, beats only for him. For me trusting a guy is the hardest thing to do, but he made it possible.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thanks for letting my heart beat once again. Ghaaad! I missed this feeling! I just can't deny it, I'm in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4347558837213939745-782006185982443746?l=www.ktynnzky.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/feeds/782006185982443746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2011/10/when-we-first-met-i-had-no-idea-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/782006185982443746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/782006185982443746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2011/10/when-we-first-met-i-had-no-idea-you.html' title='In A Relationship'/><author><name>Ktynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160759717531509622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/TH393RNh5QI/AAAAAAAAATY/0YP9Yp7aeMA/S220/DSC00203.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6hHpdjPkK4o/TpLuUX7KqlI/AAAAAAAAAX8/mTdWs_Blb4c/s72-c/e3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4347558837213939745.post-4387284616416988665</id><published>2011-10-03T11:25:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T11:47:16.860+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girl Love'/><title type='text'>That Awesome Moment When I Finally Said YES.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TxuOxoJwuso/TovRtI3f4bI/AAAAAAAAAXw/yrD56qz9qXM/s1600/Photo-0112.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="301" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TxuOxoJwuso/TovRtI3f4bI/AAAAAAAAAXw/yrD56qz9qXM/s320/Photo-0112.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y67oei2oVtU/TovSHSWaMaI/AAAAAAAAAX4/1mE3D9xTit8/s1600/Photo-0105.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="304" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y67oei2oVtU/TovSHSWaMaI/AAAAAAAAAX4/1mE3D9xTit8/s320/Photo-0105.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;10.02.2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of all the guys who asked for my YES, you were the one who pwned it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was you all along. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4347558837213939745-4387284616416988665?l=www.ktynnzky.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/feeds/4387284616416988665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2011/10/that-awesome-moment-when-i-finally-said.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/4387284616416988665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/4387284616416988665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2011/10/that-awesome-moment-when-i-finally-said.html' title='That Awesome Moment When I Finally Said YES.'/><author><name>Ktynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160759717531509622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/TH393RNh5QI/AAAAAAAAATY/0YP9Yp7aeMA/S220/DSC00203.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TxuOxoJwuso/TovRtI3f4bI/AAAAAAAAAXw/yrD56qz9qXM/s72-c/Photo-0112.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4347558837213939745.post-1534823870496317201</id><published>2011-09-22T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T23:45:02.757+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='morning'/><title type='text'>Tonight I'm Letting This Feeling Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xX4RHck5nFw/TntW8UJ-seI/AAAAAAAAAXs/1zkcgEMwQew/s1600/312546_272850736072102_100000415338129_995021_851516039_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xX4RHck5nFw/TntW8UJ-seI/AAAAAAAAAXs/1zkcgEMwQew/s320/312546_272850736072102_100000415338129_995021_851516039_n.jpg" width="299" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For tomorrow, I'll be bringing this big smile on my face again! I'll be okay.. with or without you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4347558837213939745-1534823870496317201?l=www.ktynnzky.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/feeds/1534823870496317201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2011/09/tonight-im-letting-this-feeling-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/1534823870496317201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/1534823870496317201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2011/09/tonight-im-letting-this-feeling-go.html' title='Tonight I&apos;m Letting This Feeling Go'/><author><name>Ktynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160759717531509622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/TH393RNh5QI/AAAAAAAAATY/0YP9Yp7aeMA/S220/DSC00203.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xX4RHck5nFw/TntW8UJ-seI/AAAAAAAAAXs/1zkcgEMwQew/s72-c/312546_272850736072102_100000415338129_995021_851516039_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4347558837213939745.post-6401591588059056918</id><published>2011-07-07T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T13:00:02.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Need some laughs?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OClIblKh9yw/ThU8-v-wTlI/AAAAAAAAAXE/kMh4k3V2CKc/s1600/2011-06-16-hose.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="132" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OClIblKh9yw/ThU8-v-wTlI/AAAAAAAAAXE/kMh4k3V2CKc/s400/2011-06-16-hose.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.channelate.com/"&gt;Thank me later. =)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4347558837213939745-6401591588059056918?l=www.ktynnzky.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/feeds/6401591588059056918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2011/07/need-some-laughs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/6401591588059056918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/6401591588059056918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2011/07/need-some-laughs.html' title='Need some laughs?'/><author><name>Ktynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160759717531509622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/TH393RNh5QI/AAAAAAAAATY/0YP9Yp7aeMA/S220/DSC00203.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OClIblKh9yw/ThU8-v-wTlI/AAAAAAAAAXE/kMh4k3V2CKc/s72-c/2011-06-16-hose.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4347558837213939745.post-4742338093210969273</id><published>2011-05-09T10:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T11:55:07.839+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants and Raves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Extras'/><title type='text'>Siquijor Escapade - pt 2</title><content type='html'>Siquijor pt. 2&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 - 5.2.2011&lt;br /&gt;(...continuation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived home around 1:45pm. I opened my facebook, plurk and twitter account. Checked some updates and notifications. Also checked my YahooMail. Uploaded the first batch of pictures from our Siquijor trip. Minutes later, I received a text message from a friend asking&amp;nbsp;me if I wanted to go with them to Siquijor. I already told them that I just arrived home, but they insisted. They even called me! Though my budget is not enough to go back to the island but they told me that I don't have to worry about spending--not even my fare! And so they gave me 10minutes to pack my things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were right! I didn't have to worry about spending. We got a place to stay, a very nice place actually. We never ran out of food, not even drinks! We were really treated as guests. Now I'm starting to love Siquijor even more. First night wasn't really that exciting. We went to the gym for some event. Saw someone who looked like Taylor Swift--she's so damn cute! Can't get my eyes off her. Actually, most of the faces were familiar so it's just like we never left Dumaguete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Za0Mj9kkBKw/Td8DJiToIbI/AAAAAAAAAVU/GAWdRlMWVwc/s1600/2a.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="235" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Za0Mj9kkBKw/Td8DJiToIbI/AAAAAAAAAVU/GAWdRlMWVwc/s320/2a.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4 - 5.3.2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiesta! There was a mini celebration in the hotel. We just stayed there the whole day. When night came, we went out to party again! We actually didn't know that their guest was Christian Bautista (he's a local artist if you may ask.) He's cute, yeah, and not to mention charming! We arrived just in time for some magic tricks. The magician wasn't that fast in doing the tricks but twas entertaining enough. He performed before Tippy and Christian Bautista. After the concert, we had the time of our life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e1yi7IzDXWs/Td8DaQ_ZQNI/AAAAAAAAAVY/V-YzKfgUgi8/s1600/2b.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e1yi7IzDXWs/Td8DaQ_ZQNI/AAAAAAAAAVY/V-YzKfgUgi8/s320/2b.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 5 - 5.4.2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our hostess suggested that we'd go to a pool to make up for the time she was busy preparing for the fiesta. I asked her if we could tour Siquijor and she agreed. She brought us at her place uphill. You can see the overlooking of Siquijor. All I could utter was the word "WOW". Twas the first time I've been to a mountain. Really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7SRYf1CIRwQ/Td8GpPw1UoI/AAAAAAAAAVc/89jdNrs8CNY/s1600/mountain.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7SRYf1CIRwQ/Td8GpPw1UoI/AAAAAAAAAVc/89jdNrs8CNY/s320/mountain.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also went to Cambugahay Falls. We just took pictures there. You still have to walk on a very long stairs to reach the falls. We didn't complain because we considered it as an alternate way for jogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MxDMtX-_wRs/Td8IrRyT15I/AAAAAAAAAVg/6SZJI81CRzk/s1600/falls.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="179" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MxDMtX-_wRs/Td8IrRyT15I/AAAAAAAAAVg/6SZJI81CRzk/s320/falls.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the visit to Cambugahay Fall we went directly to our destination. The Pool! Forgot the name of the place. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HNGTXj_pjtI/Td8Ko7m3JMI/AAAAAAAAAVk/MNFGIjoFfow/s1600/pool.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="120" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HNGTXj_pjtI/Td8Ko7m3JMI/AAAAAAAAAVk/MNFGIjoFfow/s320/pool.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 6 - 5.5.2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to finally go home. I didn't regret going back to the place. Thanks to my awesome friends for inviting me. To Ate Sarah for being a great hostess. We all agreed on going back next year since she invited us again because she said she enjoyed our company. Till then Siquijor! Such a nice place. And now, a problem has risen, how to explain mom and dad me being gone from home for daysssss! Phewwww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2fmhYck3-ks/Td8Lrg2XMkI/AAAAAAAAAVo/LUe08PK8_Oc/s1600/home.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="60" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2fmhYck3-ks/Td8Lrg2XMkI/AAAAAAAAAVo/LUe08PK8_Oc/s320/home.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4347558837213939745-4742338093210969273?l=www.ktynnzky.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/feeds/4742338093210969273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2011/05/siquijor-escapade-pt-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/4742338093210969273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/4742338093210969273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2011/05/siquijor-escapade-pt-2.html' title='Siquijor Escapade - pt 2'/><author><name>Ktynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160759717531509622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/TH393RNh5QI/AAAAAAAAATY/0YP9Yp7aeMA/S220/DSC00203.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Za0Mj9kkBKw/Td8DJiToIbI/AAAAAAAAAVU/GAWdRlMWVwc/s72-c/2a.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4347558837213939745.post-6956848271347802482</id><published>2011-05-08T12:34:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T14:30:38.323+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants and Raves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>Siquijor Escapade</title><content type='html'>The day before April 30 came, me and some of my friends planned for an out of town trip.We were on a limited budget. So when someone with a good heart offered that we can stay at her crib, we then decided to go to Siquijor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siquijor Trip pt 1&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 - 4.30.2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Jaylann and Jaziel aren't available on Saturdays we rode Delta instead. Good thing there was a special trip because all trips were already fully booked. So we waited for an hour (errr the wait!!). It was then the start of our torture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8BezKiLWV9s/Td2_Snhd2DI/AAAAAAAAAU8/mAaxtSHXz14/s1600/day1am.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="131" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8BezKiLWV9s/Td2_Snhd2DI/AAAAAAAAAU8/mAaxtSHXz14/s400/day1am.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twas a 45min trip from Dumaguete to Siquijor Siquijor. Smiled when I saw the place.We just rode a pedicab to Larena Siquijor as instructed. The place was awesome. Since we were first timers in the place, we were all smiling while enjoying every scenery of the place. By the time we arrived outside our friend's house our smiles turned into monstrous frowns. We were all tired and all we needed at that very moment was water,&amp;nbsp;never mind&amp;nbsp;the chair! It was then that she informed us, while we were standing outside her house, that her grandmother won't allow guys at their place. I got so pissed! I mean, everything was already well planned and we were on a limited budget. I was starting to hate the trip. So off we went to find a cheap place. What happened next is both funny and yet the most annoying thing that happened on our trip. Picture this, we were searching right? We were walking along. We already toured and memorized the roads in the vicinity until we found a place, it was then that we realized it was just located like 40m away from the house we were supposed to stay. Second torture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dHWmL_gjets/Td3FtiAb-iI/AAAAAAAAAVA/Mfq19qEdrjQ/s1600/day1a.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="186" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dHWmL_gjets/Td3FtiAb-iI/AAAAAAAAAVA/Mfq19qEdrjQ/s320/day1a.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;She didn't even bother to offer us a drink nor food. Anyhoo, the place we stayed so far was great. We chose the attic because it was kinda cute and cozy. After we arranged our things, we went out to eat and decided to have a drink to ease our anger. We just bought drinks outside and drank at our room while playing cards and listening to music. That time I was starting to enjoy the night until THEY randomly popped outside the door. HELL! They joined us for a while then went out again because they're gonna meet someone. After we finished the bottle we decided to go watch the Battle of the Bands. There was disco after the event but we left early and transferred to another place because our supposed-to-be-host left us... again! Third torture!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c5G7nOdD_cs/Td3N45WrhgI/AAAAAAAAAVE/iZTdhykNqEY/s1600/day1pm.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="192" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c5G7nOdD_cs/Td3N45WrhgI/AAAAAAAAAVE/iZTdhykNqEY/s320/day1pm.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w14a-6iW43c/Td3PF5et7yI/AAAAAAAAAVI/WXOW8chrdro/s1600/day1pm2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w14a-6iW43c/Td3PF5et7yI/AAAAAAAAAVI/WXOW8chrdro/s320/day1pm2.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Day 2 - 5.1.2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Woke up early then arranged our things cause we're going to Salagdoong. We waited for B's cousin because he'll just ride with us home. Salagdoong was indeed a paradise--well somewhat. I was so happy to see two of my classmates in high school, didn't expect to see them there. We stayed overnight and decided to go home early in the morning.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1l7cHbwKPiY/Td3T39NZXqI/AAAAAAAAAVM/xctnbDDXpus/s1600/day2a.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1l7cHbwKPiY/Td3T39NZXqI/AAAAAAAAAVM/xctnbDDXpus/s320/day2a.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fXNon9A0d-I/Td3XQbQ6SrI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/TaropqPK9Rg/s1600/us.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fXNon9A0d-I/Td3XQbQ6SrI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/TaropqPK9Rg/s320/us.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Day 3 - 5.2.2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We went home noontime. Though the trip wasn't as fun as I expected it to be but I still enjoyed our stay. I've experienced a lot of first times during the escapade. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;(To be continued...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4347558837213939745-6956848271347802482?l=www.ktynnzky.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/feeds/6956848271347802482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2011/05/siquijor-escapade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/6956848271347802482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/6956848271347802482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2011/05/siquijor-escapade.html' title='Siquijor Escapade'/><author><name>Ktynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160759717531509622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/TH393RNh5QI/AAAAAAAAATY/0YP9Yp7aeMA/S220/DSC00203.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8BezKiLWV9s/Td2_Snhd2DI/AAAAAAAAAU8/mAaxtSHXz14/s72-c/day1am.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4347558837213939745.post-2797336690715639962</id><published>2011-04-25T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T15:54:18.495+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants and Raves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>I Haz Risen</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the long silence for I have been a bad owner. After having problems with my computer, I just neglected it for months. God knows how lazy I am and I know it's absofuckinglutely wrong. Sheeesh! Niweiz, after having it fixed I never visited my blog.. not until now. Poor blog. Poor domain. Poor me! So here's a post to make it up for my poor blabbing area. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we celebrated two occasions; Easter Sunday and my cousin's birthday. I got so excited after knowing that we, "the teenagers (hehe!)", were included in the Egg Hunt that my Tito prepared for all of us. The prizes weren't that big of an amount but it was enough for my one week load.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beach was great. Forgot how high the tide is. I wanted to swim but my hair won't allow me. Curse you rebonded hair! Yes, I just got my hair done and so far I'm loving it. The only thing I hate about it is that I look fatter now. Boohooo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uZPkJwIhoX8/TdyRDfWNn6I/AAAAAAAAAU4/AOTto5HhUpc/s1600/asa.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="264" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uZPkJwIhoX8/TdyRDfWNn6I/AAAAAAAAAU4/AOTto5HhUpc/s320/asa.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how did you spend your Easter? =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4347558837213939745-2797336690715639962?l=www.ktynnzky.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/feeds/2797336690715639962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2011/04/i-haz-risen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/2797336690715639962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/2797336690715639962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2011/04/i-haz-risen.html' title='I Haz Risen'/><author><name>Ktynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160759717531509622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/TH393RNh5QI/AAAAAAAAATY/0YP9Yp7aeMA/S220/DSC00203.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uZPkJwIhoX8/TdyRDfWNn6I/AAAAAAAAAU4/AOTto5HhUpc/s72-c/asa.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4347558837213939745.post-5509280426884610880</id><published>2010-12-24T09:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T09:44:01.099+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants and Raves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rebel'/><title type='text'>A post before Christmas Eve</title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged in a while and I feel sorry for myself. Today is the time of the year where I feel obliged to make a post. It's almost Christmas Eve and I really need to make a wish list (just in case someone with a good heart will read this post. haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Party dress/clothes.&lt;br /&gt;Just like last year, I'm a girl who loves to party ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Sandals/Slippers&lt;br /&gt;I want more!!! I'm size 6. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. iTouch&lt;br /&gt;I really need a job just to get one. Hahahaha But what if.....? =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Work&lt;br /&gt;Though I've been receiving a lot of emails from different clients I still haven't replied to any of them, hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Laptop&lt;br /&gt;I need one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know what else I want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4347558837213939745-5509280426884610880?l=www.ktynnzky.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/feeds/5509280426884610880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2010/12/post-before-christmas-eve.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/5509280426884610880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/5509280426884610880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2010/12/post-before-christmas-eve.html' title='A post before Christmas Eve'/><author><name>Ktynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160759717531509622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/TH393RNh5QI/AAAAAAAAATY/0YP9Yp7aeMA/S220/DSC00203.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4347558837213939745.post-1360061624396510466</id><published>2010-11-24T11:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T19:57:34.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost, Not Gone</title><content type='html'>Sorry for being in hiatus for so long. Its not that I'm busy or anything, I just can't think of any topic to blog about. And just when I finally made an entry and typed it using MS Word, the file's gone--not lost but gone. I don't know why, I don't know how but I just can't find it in any of my folders. I tried searching it both on drive C: and D:, but luck is not on my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I don't have any other choice but to make another one, hopefully it would be better than the last time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4347558837213939745-1360061624396510466?l=www.ktynnzky.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/feeds/1360061624396510466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2010/11/lost-not-gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/1360061624396510466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/1360061624396510466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2010/11/lost-not-gone.html' title='Lost, Not Gone'/><author><name>Ktynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160759717531509622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/TH393RNh5QI/AAAAAAAAATY/0YP9Yp7aeMA/S220/DSC00203.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4347558837213939745.post-2944053052521496011</id><published>2010-10-31T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T16:27:26.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Experience With The Deadly Insect</title><content type='html'>It has been confirmed. I've been a victim of a deadly mosquito, but not deadly enough to finally end my life. Muhahaha! I became bedridden for almost two weeks that I even barely touched the computer while I was sick.&lt;br /&gt;I think I still need to rest, will update as soon as I've completely recovered. &amp;nbsp;zzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4347558837213939745-2944053052521496011?l=www.ktynnzky.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/feeds/2944053052521496011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2010/10/experience-with-deadly-insect.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/2944053052521496011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/2944053052521496011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2010/10/experience-with-deadly-insect.html' title='Experience With The Deadly Insect'/><author><name>Ktynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160759717531509622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/TH393RNh5QI/AAAAAAAAATY/0YP9Yp7aeMA/S220/DSC00203.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4347558837213939745.post-260081358089646990</id><published>2010-10-09T11:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T14:33:16.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come With Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;If I had time, money and perfect people to travel with. I would love to buckle up my seatbelt and fly anywhere around the world. I want to see a whole new world, meet new people, experience new culture, learn new things, and enjoy my life to the fullest. It's been a dream of mine to travel around the world. Sometimes when life gets a little boring, what we need is an escape from reality to spice things up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We can splurge all we want, drink till the sun comes out, laugh like there’s no tomorrow, and to simply have the time of our life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;There are a lot of places I want to visit and enjoy every ounce of joy that the city brings. I wanna gamble at &lt;a href="http://www.ticketamerica.com/cityguides/NV/North%20Las%20Vegas/"&gt;Las Vegas&lt;/a&gt;, shop all I want in &lt;a href="http://www.ticketamerica.com/cityguides/NY/New%20York/"&gt;New York&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and Paris, be awed on every scenery of &lt;a href="http://www.ticketamerica.com/cityguides/IL/Chicago"&gt;Chicago&lt;/a&gt;, party my ass out at &lt;a href="http://www.ticketamerica.com/cityguides/CA/Los%20Angeles/"&gt;Los Angeles&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and &lt;a href="http://www.ticketamerica.com/cityguides/CA/San%20Diego/"&gt;San Diego&lt;/a&gt;, visit my mom in Canada and live all my life in the Philippines. I just want to experience what Cinderella had before the clock ticked 12mn: Freedom and Happiness even for a short period of time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;So who wants to grab&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.ticketamerica.com/"&gt;tickets&lt;/a&gt; and discover the other side of the world? If you need company, holla me! haha!&lt;/span&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/4347558837213939745-260081358089646990?l=www.ktynnzky.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/feeds/260081358089646990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2010/10/come-with-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/260081358089646990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/260081358089646990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2010/10/come-with-me.html' title='Come With Me'/><author><name>Ktynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160759717531509622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/TH393RNh5QI/AAAAAAAAATY/0YP9Yp7aeMA/S220/DSC00203.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4347558837213939745.post-5854849979671169257</id><published>2010-10-01T00:53:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T16:17:51.897+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Extras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girl Love'/><title type='text'>Goodbye TEEN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/TKTAPuVmibI/AAAAAAAAAUo/QbFUB0Bx6iI/s1600/scan0058.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/TKTAPuVmibI/AAAAAAAAAUo/QbFUB0Bx6iI/s640/scan0058.jpg" width="458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And in the end it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;— Abraham Lincoln&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seconds&amp;nbsp;minutes, hours, days, weeks, months. Time really flies so fast and before you know it another year has already passed. As much as I don't want to admit it, but I guess it's really time for me to say goodbye to my teenage years. Yes, goodbye teen tynne (ok! that sounds weird) and hello young adult me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed, I smiled, I cried, I sinned, I stumbled, I tried, I gave up, I won, I lost. There's much in life that I still need to learn, and I want to learn it together with the most important persons of my life. Every milestone taken, I owe it to them. Well anyway, I want to start this day by greeting myself: HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So&amp;nbsp;before I continue this day any further, I just want to thank my Mom and Dad for making me (accident or planned, thank you!) and for allowing me to live and experience life. For giving me my brother as my first playmate. To friends I share my laughter with. My relatives who makes me feel alive. To that one guy I wanna share eternity with, thank you for everything. To God for giving me life. To strangers, enemies and frienemies. Thank you. Without all of you, Life wouldn't be worth living. It's truly been an amazing nineteen years of breathing with you guys! Again, Happy New Year to me! Eherm, I prefer cash. *cough cough*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4347558837213939745-5854849979671169257?l=www.ktynnzky.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/feeds/5854849979671169257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2010/10/goodbye-teen_01.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/5854849979671169257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/5854849979671169257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2010/10/goodbye-teen_01.html' title='Goodbye TEEN!'/><author><name>Ktynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160759717531509622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/TH393RNh5QI/AAAAAAAAATY/0YP9Yp7aeMA/S220/DSC00203.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/TKTAPuVmibI/AAAAAAAAAUo/QbFUB0Bx6iI/s72-c/scan0058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4347558837213939745.post-3647616510785002307</id><published>2010-09-23T01:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T11:45:10.741+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doppleganger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creepy'/><title type='text'>Scary Shit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.plurk.com/3624047_1b6f35db638fe46d4bba5aaa3aef8b27.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="347" src="http://images.plurk.com/3624047_1b6f35db638fe46d4bba5aaa3aef8b27.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I know it's too early for Halloween but I really can't hold my excitement any longer.... (and because I can't think of any topic to blog about haha!) I felt goosebumps while editing the above picture coz I can't stop thinking about this damn story! It's a friend's story actually. I, too, don't believe in ghosts but hearing stories from others just makes me wanna scream to death!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;i&gt;Don't look behind you!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Doppelgänger&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;by Paolo Philippe Shaver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do not believe in ghosts! At least that’s what I tell myself every time someone brings up the supernatural and the paranormal. My family is very spiritual and old fashioned. I, on the other hand, am a skeptic and refuse to entertain notions of spirits and ghouls and other worldly apparitions. As hard as I try to be skeptical and realistic about the spirit world, I find it difficult to remain so. In the 19 short years of my existence I have experienced quite a few things that fill my skeptic mind with doubt and dread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I have never seen him, my mother and two of my sisters swear that they have. I refuse to believe them but sometimes the thought of him keeps me up at night. I have a doppelganger. My ghostly counterpart first made his appearance as early as my infancy. My mother relayed to me her chilling tale a few years ago one cold night in Manila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was just a baby, I lived with my mom in her aunt’s house in Daro Highway next to brix barber shop. Back then the house was an old Spanish style house, as creepy as they get. My mother was climbing up the stairs of the old creaky house, quietly making her way to my room so as to not wake me up. When she reached the top and turned to walk towards my room she caught a glimpse of my baby self crawl into the room at the very end of the hall. She wondered how I could have gotten out of my crib then quickly made her way to the room to retrieve me. To her surprise I was nowhere to be found. The room was empty. A sudden chill ran up her spine and she ran as fast as she could to my crib. She found me there sleeping like an angel. My mother stayed next to me the remainder of the time we spent in that house, never letting me out of her sight. You can still see the house today, behind the “Lechon manok” store in Brix, Daro. That was the first time my doppelganger has been sighted but it wouldn’t be the last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years later, when I was in high school, we moved to manila and lived in a small house near the southern&amp;nbsp;cemetery in Makati City. Life was hard there but it was fun living with my mom and all my siblings. I’m the eldest of seven kids and it felt nice being the “kuya” and having all those little kids look up to you. But life in that house wasn’t all candy canes and sunshine. That small house scarier than the old creaky one I used to live in. There were many strange things that happened in that house but no so chilling than what my sister, Christina saw. It was close to dinner time and my Christina was on her way to my room to ask me what I wanted for dinner. Before she could reach my room I walked out the door. “Kuya, mommy wants to know what you want for dinner.” I ignored her, seemingly unaware that she was there and walked out of the house. Christina stood there, annoyed that I had ignored her, suddenly the door of my room opened and out I came. My sister looked at me, shocked, and asked: “weren’t you wearing a red shirt?” Confused, I disregarded her question thinking she was just messing with me again. But she became hysterical, shouting that she saw me leave just a few seconds earlier. She ran to Mom and told her what she saw. I couldn’t believe it; my doppelganger followed me to Manila. By this time my Mom was royally freaked out. The thing was following me! She had a priest bless the house a few days later. After that no one saw my doppelganger again. Well, at least not in Manila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to Dumaguete for college. I lived with my grandmother in a fairly large boarding house that she owned. A year later, my sister Malka came to live with us so she could go to Silliman High. It had been years since my ghostly counterpart made an appearance and I had forgotten completely about him. My grandma had the nicest room in the house and the nicest TV in the house was in that room. My sister and I would constantly fight over who got to watch what they wanted even though there were other TVs in the house. One day, my sister was just getting out of the shower when she saw me go inside my grandma’s room. She immediately shouted: “Hey! I’m watching TV!” Annoyed she stomped her way towards the room, still dripping and wearing only a towel. I had left the door slightly open so she nudged it with her elbow to yell at me. “Kuya you’re so unfa–“. She fell silent. The room was empty. I wasn’t even home at the time. She told me about what happened when I came home a few hours later. That was the last time anyone has seen my doppelganger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It followed me. It was there from the beginning, since I was an infant. It was there when I left the province, when I lived in the City. It followed me back to my hometown, but for what reason? People say that doppelgangers are bad omens. They say seeing someone’s doppelganger is bad luck and seeing your own is even worse. They say doppelgangers appear before terrible tragedies occur to the original.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still refuse to believe in it. Despite my family’s eye witness accounts I remain a skeptic. I will not believe I have a doppelganger until I see him with my own eyes. That may or may not be a good thing. As I type this article I have an overwhelming feeling that someone is watching me. It's probably nothing... probably just me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4347558837213939745-3647616510785002307?l=www.ktynnzky.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/feeds/3647616510785002307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2010/09/scary-shit_23.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/3647616510785002307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/3647616510785002307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2010/09/scary-shit_23.html' title='Scary Shit'/><author><name>Ktynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160759717531509622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/TH393RNh5QI/AAAAAAAAATY/0YP9Yp7aeMA/S220/DSC00203.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4347558837213939745.post-5263483125891329671</id><published>2010-09-12T13:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T13:42:37.350+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants and Raves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rebel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Extras'/><title type='text'>Reaching The Farthest Star</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/TIxnQAc-TnI/AAAAAAAAAUY/7nMxh-DceyM/s1600/tynz3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/TIxnQAc-TnI/AAAAAAAAAUY/7nMxh-DceyM/s640/tynz3.jpg" width="330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;When I was a kid, my ambition was to become a doctor someday. Reason? To help those who are sick! Then years later, I diverted my interest to drawing and saw myself as an Architect when I grow up. But then fate introduced me to technology and now, I can't imagine myself working without computers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I can still see my future blurry from a distant. Honestly, I still don't know what exactly I want in life, but one thing's for sure: by the time I already pulled myself together, I'll bravely face each day as a challenge to reach my goal in life. I do not want to die without achieving something. I want to do something honorable that my family can be proud of. I'll regain my family's pride. I want to be great, I want to be special. Someday. One day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;“Far better is it to dare mighty things, to win glorious triumphs, even though checked by failure...than to rank with those poor spirits who neither enjoy much nor suffer much, because they live in a gray twilight that knows not victory nor defeat.” - Theodore Roosevelt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4347558837213939745-5263483125891329671?l=www.ktynnzky.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/feeds/5263483125891329671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2010/09/reaching-farthest-star.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/5263483125891329671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/5263483125891329671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2010/09/reaching-farthest-star.html' title='Reaching The Farthest Star'/><author><name>Ktynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160759717531509622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/TH393RNh5QI/AAAAAAAAATY/0YP9Yp7aeMA/S220/DSC00203.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/TIxnQAc-TnI/AAAAAAAAAUY/7nMxh-DceyM/s72-c/tynz3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4347558837213939745.post-7624640957138232814</id><published>2010-09-07T11:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T08:52:19.947+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants and Raves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rebel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girl Love'/><title type='text'>Love and Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/TIWuXajH23I/AAAAAAAAAUA/-D6uaKq4gzA/s400/assasa.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll never know what you can do when you're in love. Even the strongest person weakens when they experience it. Love is one thing we can not escape. Because of love we do these crazy stuffs, because of love we know how to share, because of love we know how to understand, and because of love we know how to forgive.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stupid as it sounds, I still accepted the very person who introduced me to Pain over and over again. I know that forgetting is the best choice to make, but how can I forget someone who brought color into my life? The very source of my strength. People who have been in my shoes can understand me but to those who haven't, it's very easy to say that I should just forgive, forget then move on.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's my choice, my decision. No one to blame. That pain is all worth it. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;A random post from my old blog.Sorry,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;I'm just&amp;nbsp;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;too lazy to blog these past few days.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4347558837213939745-7624640957138232814?l=www.ktynnzky.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/feeds/7624640957138232814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2010/09/love-and-happiness.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/7624640957138232814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/7624640957138232814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2010/09/love-and-happiness.html' title='Love and Happiness'/><author><name>Ktynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160759717531509622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/TH393RNh5QI/AAAAAAAAATY/0YP9Yp7aeMA/S220/DSC00203.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/TIWuXajH23I/AAAAAAAAAUA/-D6uaKq4gzA/s72-c/assasa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4347558837213939745.post-8884343993824769421</id><published>2010-09-01T01:46:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T09:33:04.924+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><title type='text'>Forgive Me Fashion For I Have Sinned</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/TH1C5ntRWoI/AAAAAAAAATI/k31z7eiAVZ8/s400/B.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511635076650195586" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/TH1C6LXLRSI/AAAAAAAAATQ/msb41KQpPQQ/s400/A.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 306px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511635086221198626" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Leggings shouldn't be worn as pants, but today I'm breaking the rules. I always break the rules. The thrill of it just makes me so ecstatic. I want to do things my own way, if you can't deal with it then leave. Subscribe or Unsubscribe. Follow, unfollow, or do not follow at all. Yes I'm bitchy that way. Muhahaha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Whoa! Did it really sound that bitchy? Guess I can be a bitch after all. LOL. My top is too short for this leggings, but I love the comfy feeling so I didn't change. This red clutch given to me by Mom is actually my favorite. I go to school carrying only this before. But as of now I'm starting to live like a student, I now have a notebook. HAHAHA! Oh, sorry for the lack of accessories, I just don't feel like wearing lots of it today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Has weather been nice to you lately? He's still  kinda unpredictable these days. First it's sunny, then it gets gloomy, then it'll rain for about 3min then it stops, then stars will start to come out. Jeez! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;P.S. Pink eye lasted only for 2days. YEYY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4347558837213939745-8884343993824769421?l=www.ktynnzky.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/feeds/8884343993824769421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2010/09/forgive-me-fashion-for-i-have-sinned.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/8884343993824769421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/8884343993824769421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2010/09/forgive-me-fashion-for-i-have-sinned.html' title='Forgive Me Fashion For I Have Sinned'/><author><name>Ktynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160759717531509622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/TH393RNh5QI/AAAAAAAAATY/0YP9Yp7aeMA/S220/DSC00203.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/TH1C5ntRWoI/AAAAAAAAATI/k31z7eiAVZ8/s72-c/B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4347558837213939745.post-7194716510696558662</id><published>2010-08-28T12:15:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T09:48:53.068+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milk salt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a bonne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exfoliate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='salt scrub'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skin'/><title type='text'>Skin So Soft</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/THjAKvIBH5I/AAAAAAAAASw/iYDFzGSbtLY/s1600/abonne.png"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510365434769121170" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/THjAKvIBH5I/AAAAAAAAASw/iYDFzGSbtLY/s400/abonne.png" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 149px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A BONNE SPA MILK SALT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I absolutely swear by this product. My cousin first introduced me to this salt scrub when he heard me complain about my bacne. I got to be honest, it didn't really completely heal my bacne but it only lessened its visibility. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To some who still doesn't know, when your pimple gets dry that's the only time when you can exfoliate the affected area to remove the dead skin cells. And another advice please DON'T exfoliate your skin, especially with this product, EVERY SINGLE DAY. Your skin can be damaged and may lead to some irritations. I actually use this only twice a week then I apply lotion after. But on a lighter note, there are also some gentle exfoliants just like the ones designed for the face, they are soft enough for daily use. A general rule says, the gentle the exfoliant, the more often you can use it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not really after for the whitening effect but what I love most about this product is that it really made my skin super smooth after using it. I may not have a fair skin, but I still get compliments of how soft my skin is. And now I'm sharing my secret to you. If you wanna try this, make sure to buy the authentic ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How to distinguish fake from the original:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. See the sticker on the photos, check the bottle if it has one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. The smell, the authentic one has a sweet milk scent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What about you, how'd you take care of your skin?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;P.S. I currently have a conjunctivitis or sore eyes or pink eyes or whatever you may call it. In my 22 years of existence, this is my first time to experience this major major sore eyes. Tsk. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4347558837213939745-7194716510696558662?l=www.ktynnzky.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/feeds/7194716510696558662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2010/08/skin-so-soft.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/7194716510696558662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/7194716510696558662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2010/08/skin-so-soft.html' title='Skin So Soft'/><author><name>Ktynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160759717531509622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/TH393RNh5QI/AAAAAAAAATY/0YP9Yp7aeMA/S220/DSC00203.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/THjAKvIBH5I/AAAAAAAAASw/iYDFzGSbtLY/s72-c/abonne.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4347558837213939745.post-6328775251935786118</id><published>2010-08-24T11:13:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T13:06:54.078+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miss universe top 5'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miss universe 2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miss universe'/><title type='text'>Miss Universe 2010 Winners</title><content type='html'>Congratulations Ladies. Though Philippines didn't get the crown, I'm still proud that she made it as the top 5 finalist. I also had my bet on Mexico, in case Philippines could not make it (but I know she can and she did.) Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Miss Universe 2010 - Mexico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Jimena Navarrete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/THM6aMnuQdI/AAAAAAAAARg/0_HJe_Bdmc8/s400/mexico.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508810990943093202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1st Runner-Up - Jamaica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Yendi Phillipps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/THM6aXqATbI/AAAAAAAAARo/3vtbEjSHg4o/s400/Jamaica.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508810993905454514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2nd Runner-Up - Australia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Jesinta Campbell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/THM6aroilTI/AAAAAAAAARw/CYNzxx95RUY/s1600/Australia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/THM6aroilTI/AAAAAAAAARw/CYNzxx95RUY/s400/Australia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508810999268021554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3rd Runner-Up - Ukraine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Anna Poslavska&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/THM6bKv8LHI/AAAAAAAAAR4/XvATLZv8vrw/s1600/ukraine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/THM6bKv8LHI/AAAAAAAAAR4/XvATLZv8vrw/s400/ukraine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508811007620557938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4th Runner-Up - Philippines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Venus Raj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/THM6bSosVyI/AAAAAAAAASA/TvYVDF-8LKs/s1600/photo_cron_1_65_1_2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/THM6bSosVyI/AAAAAAAAASA/TvYVDF-8LKs/s400/photo_cron_1_65_1_2010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508811009737643810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4347558837213939745-6328775251935786118?l=www.ktynnzky.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/feeds/6328775251935786118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2010/08/miss-universe-2010-winners.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/6328775251935786118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/6328775251935786118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2010/08/miss-universe-2010-winners.html' title='Miss Universe 2010 Winners'/><author><name>Ktynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160759717531509622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/TH393RNh5QI/AAAAAAAAATY/0YP9Yp7aeMA/S220/DSC00203.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/THM6aMnuQdI/AAAAAAAAARg/0_HJe_Bdmc8/s72-c/mexico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4347558837213939745.post-4877178195519760164</id><published>2010-08-24T10:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T11:35:41.198+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='venus raj'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miss universe 2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miss universe'/><title type='text'>Miss Universe 2010 Stream - Go Venus Raj</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/THMuJDr4LoI/AAAAAAAAARY/JG7Sa0nqmMY/s1600/74192048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 236px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/THMuJDr4LoI/AAAAAAAAARY/JG7Sa0nqmMY/s400/74192048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508797502347292290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is indeed a true Filipina beauty. Go Venus Raj.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Gahhh! I woke up late and I totally forgot about Miss Universe 2010. So I'm not gonna hold you long, come stream it with me. Ciao!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://watchlivestreamshow.blogspot.com/2010/08/2010-miss-universe-pageant.html"&gt;CLICK HERE FOR ONLINE STREAMING&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cdoonlinecentral.com/"&gt;If above link doesn't work then CLICK HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Enjoy watching!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4347558837213939745-4877178195519760164?l=www.ktynnzky.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/feeds/4877178195519760164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2010/08/miss-universe-2010-stream-go-venus-raj.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/4877178195519760164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/4877178195519760164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2010/08/miss-universe-2010-stream-go-venus-raj.html' title='Miss Universe 2010 Stream - Go Venus Raj'/><author><name>Ktynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160759717531509622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/TH393RNh5QI/AAAAAAAAATY/0YP9Yp7aeMA/S220/DSC00203.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/THMuJDr4LoI/AAAAAAAAARY/JG7Sa0nqmMY/s72-c/74192048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4347558837213939745.post-5075551651655368146</id><published>2010-08-18T06:48:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T09:12:34.396+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Silliman University'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='style by comfort'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='routine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='morning'/><title type='text'>Just My Morning Routine</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/TGsSCwsjoEI/AAAAAAAAAPM/JlVz_6RhyvQ/s400/Photo+122.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506514808031387714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;GOOD MORNING!! There's nothing more inspiring than waking up beside your partner. Yes? Haha. So this is what I look like when I get up from my bed. Messy tangled hair, eye bags so big, and never mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I just wanna share to you my morning routine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I get up from my bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;sit in front of my PC, stare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;check my mails and my accounts in some social networking sites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;PROCRASTINATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;take a bath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;back to my computer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;PROCRASTINATE again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;eat breakfast (sometimes I do this at school)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;toothbrush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;computer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Realization, I spend more time in front of my computer doing nothing. LOL. But anyways, check out the kind of uniform I wear when going to school. This is SILLIMAN, a school where you get to wear your most comfortable clothes. Even Suma Cum Laude can be seen wearing shorts and slippers. This is just the Silliman Way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/TGxvNUcF_tI/AAAAAAAAARE/3oE-FZOtons/s1600/Photo+148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/TGxvNUcF_tI/AAAAAAAAARE/3oE-FZOtons/s400/Photo+148.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506898718982799058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4347558837213939745-5075551651655368146?l=www.ktynnzky.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/feeds/5075551651655368146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2010/08/just-my-morning-routine.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/5075551651655368146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/5075551651655368146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2010/08/just-my-morning-routine.html' title='Just My Morning Routine'/><author><name>Ktynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160759717531509622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/TH393RNh5QI/AAAAAAAAATY/0YP9Yp7aeMA/S220/DSC00203.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/TGsSCwsjoEI/AAAAAAAAAPM/JlVz_6RhyvQ/s72-c/Photo+122.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4347558837213939745.post-8774225169607368337</id><published>2010-08-04T18:46:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T09:13:14.980+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diet tips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cold water'/><title type='text'>Diet Mode On</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/TFltOJCMeDI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AlXJutX1uwY/s400/a.png" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 170px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501548509520492594" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/TFltOrEAoYI/AAAAAAAAAO8/pncqCAeEIsg/s1600/aa.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 176px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/TFltOrEAoYI/AAAAAAAAAO8/pncqCAeEIsg/s400/aa.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501548518654910850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Is it just me or when a person grows up their taste bud changes? Pardon my ignorance. I don't remember how I've come to love green but looks like it's my favorite now. I've been always reminding myself that I should lose some poundS--see that with a capital S. Everyone seems to notice how humongous I've become. I tried alternating jog and gym last summer until my schedule couldn't make it anymore. I don't really dig the oatmeal diet, it makes me starve to death.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week I tried this vegetable salad. Good thing a grocery store near our school is selling it per kilo. You get to choose a variety of healthy foods like lettuce, cabbage, tomato, carrot, corn, ham, quail egg, etc. Guess what? Looks like I'm getting used to this diet thing. YUM. I just hope this goes on and on and on and on. Might as well evolve myself from a Carnivore to a Herbivore. Wish me luck! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And oh I almost forgot, I have a tip to those who want to lose weight like me! I'm not sure if you already know this: Cold water can actually help you lose weight, it burns calories from your body. So I always pair my vegetable salad with cold water. I hope this helps!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/TFltaaxOtII/AAAAAAAAAPE/eUQNOpNeezE/s400/3624047_aac815873b434a1b1dd4376791d04cb7.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501548720439604354" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BUT LOOK! I still can't get over with these, uhm wachukol these?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4347558837213939745-8774225169607368337?l=www.ktynnzky.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/feeds/8774225169607368337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2010/08/diet-mode-on.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/8774225169607368337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/8774225169607368337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2010/08/diet-mode-on.html' title='Diet Mode On'/><author><name>Ktynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160759717531509622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/TH393RNh5QI/AAAAAAAAATY/0YP9Yp7aeMA/S220/DSC00203.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/TFltOJCMeDI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AlXJutX1uwY/s72-c/a.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4347558837213939745.post-6532400398915646403</id><published>2010-07-30T12:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T05:15:53.714+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>All The Lovers</title><content type='html'>Many times we've tried to go our separate ways but whatever we do, wherever we go, seems like fate will always bring us back together. I never thought that we'd reach this far. We started as lovers and not friends. We had our first kiss on our first date. I didn't regret doing it, but what I still can't accept until now is that I gave in that easily. At first I thought this was all just a game. You played with girls and I played with you. You had a good control of your feelings but unfortunately I didn't have that skill. I tried, I failed, I lost. You got me spellbound. GAME OVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3years and almost 7months. A lot of things had already happened. When I was young and innocent, I thought surviving a year could mean so much. But then you opened my eyes, you made me realize that it's just the beginning. So every time I think of how long 3years had gone, for me it was just like yesterday. We've been through a lot. But that's another story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In every relationship there should be highs and lows and what we had were mostly lows. We had our fights, break ups and cool-offs. But we're happy that way. It makes us realize how important the other is. I'm still glad that we never gave up. Thanks for your patience, I'm glad you learned to control it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say holding on is tough, much tougher than letting go. I don't know if I'm not yet ready or if I'm just scared. There are still a lot of things that will happen. Surprises will continue knocking on our doors. It takes time to understand what love truly means. We're still young, ready to explore and learn new things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4347558837213939745-6532400398915646403?l=www.ktynnzky.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/feeds/6532400398915646403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2010/07/all-lovers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/6532400398915646403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/6532400398915646403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2010/07/all-lovers.html' title='All The Lovers'/><author><name>Ktynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160759717531509622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/TH393RNh5QI/AAAAAAAAATY/0YP9Yp7aeMA/S220/DSC00203.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4347558837213939745.post-1377855674570331058</id><published>2010-07-26T05:47:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T16:21:56.255+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants and Raves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rebel'/><title type='text'>A Nuclear Impact In My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/TEzDeg-0eyI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bLXlALyotvk/s1600/BYa.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/TEzDeg-0eyI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bLXlALyotvk/s400/BYa.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497984174129445666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/TEzDdyLDUvI/AAAAAAAAAOk/_i9GD5hYFvM/s1600/BY.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/TEzDdyLDUvI/AAAAAAAAAOk/_i9GD5hYFvM/s400/BY.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497984161564283634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still experiencing food hangover until now, poor belly. My friends and I went to Tanjay City to unwind and celebrate their fiesta(town festival) as well. I can still remember clearly the night that &lt;a href="http://www.ktynnzky.com/2010/01/remembrance.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt; happened. And now me and D finally made it in! It was one helluva fun that I can not even remember when's the last time I had this kind of night. Yea, I'm a loser that way.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been a stressful week for me but beer was my savior. Did you happen to know that beer reduces stress? Plus it's fat and cholesterol free. So now I have all the more reason to drink to my heart's content. Last Thursday was so far the worst day of my 2010. A lot of things happened, and a lot of news came. It shrunk me big time! Days have passed but that news still left me positively flummoxed. Poor Ktynnz. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4347558837213939745-1377855674570331058?l=www.ktynnzky.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/feeds/1377855674570331058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2010/07/nuclear-impact-in-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/1377855674570331058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/1377855674570331058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2010/07/nuclear-impact-in-my-life.html' title='A Nuclear Impact In My Life'/><author><name>Ktynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160759717531509622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/TH393RNh5QI/AAAAAAAAATY/0YP9Yp7aeMA/S220/DSC00203.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/TEzDeg-0eyI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bLXlALyotvk/s72-c/BYa.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4347558837213939745.post-3194196204128000409</id><published>2010-07-19T17:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T17:22:59.591+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Extras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girl Love'/><title type='text'>Family's Jewels</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/TEQW5r061TI/AAAAAAAAAOc/265Srnkanm4/s1600/30516_122725257751318_100000415338129_221067_4942414_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/TEQW5r061TI/AAAAAAAAAOc/265Srnkanm4/s400/30516_122725257751318_100000415338129_221067_4942414_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495542625571886386" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/TEQWoLWXYaI/AAAAAAAAAOU/zko8s-er0Xw/s1600/k.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/TEQWoLWXYaI/AAAAAAAAAOU/zko8s-er0Xw/s400/k.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495542324796023202" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Hair and make-up by me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Our two little princesses who loves both make-up and fashion. I always find them going through my stuff and trying out some of my clothes and accessories. They won't even spare my sandals and shoes! And not to mention my bags. Then they would go for a mini fashion show with all the catwalk and speech and pose. I love them both! &lt;div&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/4347558837213939745-3194196204128000409?l=www.ktynnzky.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/feeds/3194196204128000409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2010/07/familys-jewels.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/3194196204128000409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/3194196204128000409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2010/07/familys-jewels.html' title='Family&apos;s Jewels'/><author><name>Ktynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160759717531509622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/TH393RNh5QI/AAAAAAAAATY/0YP9Yp7aeMA/S220/DSC00203.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/TEQW5r061TI/AAAAAAAAAOc/265Srnkanm4/s72-c/30516_122725257751318_100000415338129_221067_4942414_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4347558837213939745.post-2368231960493467067</id><published>2010-07-17T05:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T06:29:30.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOTCHA!</title><content type='html'>YEYYY! I finally got my dot com domain, which is sponsored by none other than tantarantannnnnn ME! Purchased it from &lt;a href="http://www.godaddy.com/"&gt;GoDaddy.com&lt;/a&gt; and as a newbie, it took me a lot of time configuring it. At first I was still hesitant to get one even though I've been ranting about this all my life. No wonder why I'm the analytic type according to our topic in management. I really wanted a private registration but it's not included in my budget. Or simply I just can't afford it YET. That'll be my next goal, hopefully.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So link exchange anyone? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4347558837213939745-2368231960493467067?l=www.ktynnzky.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/feeds/2368231960493467067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2010/07/gotcha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/2368231960493467067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/2368231960493467067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2010/07/gotcha.html' title='GOTCHA!'/><author><name>Ktynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160759717531509622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/TH393RNh5QI/AAAAAAAAATY/0YP9Yp7aeMA/S220/DSC00203.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4347558837213939745.post-6344387400873569595</id><published>2010-07-10T14:35:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T19:10:29.484+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Extras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Design'/><title type='text'>Design</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHOA!! What the hell has gotten into me? I've been so lazy since the start of 2010. Was it because I welcomed the year with zzz's? Oh jeeeez! This. Really. Haz. To. Stop! Just imagine what happened:&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Client sent me pictures on the 30th of June.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I started working on them 1 week after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I sent him the edited photos yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;When I checked the folder that my client sent me, I realized I haven't even completed half of it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BOOOHOOO!! I've also been invited to a few job interviews but rejected all of them. ALL OF THEM. MUHAHAHA. My Lost!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the lighter side, congratulate me for winning the T-shirt Design Contest for our College tee. I'm so overwhelmed that even though this was my first time to join a contest, I still won. Beginner's luck? Whatever, I don't care!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Silliman at 109:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;On Eagles’ Wings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/TDhUsIanEFI/AAAAAAAAANw/P_CilAF_FTA/s1600/BackJPEG.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/TDhUsIanEFI/AAAAAAAAANw/P_CilAF_FTA/s400/BackJPEG.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492232862728392786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4347558837213939745-6344387400873569595?l=www.ktynnzky.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/feeds/6344387400873569595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2010/07/design.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/6344387400873569595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/6344387400873569595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2010/07/design.html' title='Design'/><author><name>Ktynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160759717531509622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/TH393RNh5QI/AAAAAAAAATY/0YP9Yp7aeMA/S220/DSC00203.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/TDhUsIanEFI/AAAAAAAAANw/P_CilAF_FTA/s72-c/BackJPEG.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4347558837213939745.post-2707627125912711516</id><published>2010-06-20T13:20:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T15:49:19.313+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journey'/><title type='text'>The Bond We Share</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/TB2yLU1kz8I/AAAAAAAAANQ/Nt0Z46xEBIk/s1600/friends.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 349px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/TB2yLU1kz8I/AAAAAAAAANQ/Nt0Z46xEBIk/s400/friends.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484735828848857026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Because we're vain, we bought new glasses! It's been quite a while now since we last hung out together. I missed the laughs and the crazy talks we normally have. Jumping from one topic to another then going back to the main topic. Sharing insane experiences, life stories, sex stories, our love stories and the love story of K's parents and sister. Too bad D's not with us. We still need to celebrate the secret we just discovered. haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4347558837213939745-2707627125912711516?l=www.ktynnzky.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/feeds/2707627125912711516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2010/06/bond-we-share.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/2707627125912711516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/2707627125912711516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2010/06/bond-we-share.html' title='The Bond We Share'/><author><name>Ktynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160759717531509622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/TH393RNh5QI/AAAAAAAAATY/0YP9Yp7aeMA/S220/DSC00203.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/TB2yLU1kz8I/AAAAAAAAANQ/Nt0Z46xEBIk/s72-c/friends.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4347558837213939745.post-3894210769216893331</id><published>2010-06-06T05:35:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T00:59:20.029+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journey'/><title type='text'>Instant Engineer</title><content type='html'>My heart wants to leave but my mind tells me the opposite thing. Tomorrow's the start of our class but I haven't enrolled myself yet. I'm still torn between two courses. Actually there are three, but I'll make sure to decide on that before this semester ends. I'm lucky to enroll myself on a course that I myself decided. I don't know if I made the wrong decision or I just didn't focus on my course. My batch mates will be graduating this March and I still got a long way run. It really sucks to know that they'll be marching while I'm still stuck on books and future projects. Oh well, this is life. I may have decided to take the wrong path, but I'm still willing make a U-turn to make things right. I know that I'm not old enough to understand things and that I'll still be passing through a lot of rocky roads but I'm positive about life. I know that there's always a time for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the year started, I told myself that I'll be better this year. And so from now on, I'll focus both on my work and school. My goal is to earn extra moolah to buy what I want while I make my parents proud. Six long years in college wouldn't be so bad right? Considering that I have to be in college for five years to complete my course. I should practice self studying and dig up the old student me whom I've buried ages ago. I'll be one of those instant Engineers someday. Then I'd get to take another course that I love. YEY ME!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Random thought: I'd better try those socks and shoes/wedges tandem. &lt;/i&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/4347558837213939745-3894210769216893331?l=www.ktynnzky.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/feeds/3894210769216893331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2010/06/instant-engineer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/3894210769216893331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/3894210769216893331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2010/06/instant-engineer.html' title='Instant Engineer'/><author><name>Ktynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160759717531509622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/TH393RNh5QI/AAAAAAAAATY/0YP9Yp7aeMA/S220/DSC00203.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4347558837213939745.post-1731716363874087824</id><published>2010-05-29T23:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T08:52:59.260+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girl Love'/><title type='text'>White On A Bloody Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/TAGQy4sLxcI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ozCAcYZTeXE/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/TAGQy4sLxcI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ozCAcYZTeXE/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476817825744799170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/TAGQymelGKI/AAAAAAAAAMs/Zu4R5CBKpXI/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/TAGQymelGKI/AAAAAAAAAMs/Zu4R5CBKpXI/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476817820855900322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/TAGQyHe5oxI/AAAAAAAAAMk/0YElgsGSQWk/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 177px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/TAGQyHe5oxI/AAAAAAAAAMk/0YElgsGSQWk/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476817812535747346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time that I'm loving the beach and the summer. What I thought to be a place of torture has now evolved to Paradise. Me and my cousin decided to visit this place once again for the sake of Summer Pictures. Camwhore us! This may not be his Summer Ender but I think for me it will be. My day was almost perfect except that I didn't get the chance to enjoy the beach because I'm having my bloody visitor. A sad red tide for me. Boohoo! Anyhooo, I'll be back tomorrow to get me some cinnamon tans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a lighter note, I decided to update my &lt;a href="http://www.chictopia.com/ktynnz"&gt;Chictopia&lt;/a&gt; account. I'm a late fashion bloomer and this will be my first step to becoming a Fashionista someday, I hope. I live in a town where fashion is not given much attention. If you dress by style, expect hundreds of pineapples staring at you. Errr. Sometimes I really hate that feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/TAGSulzZA9I/AAAAAAAAAM8/vgRBQMpCFYA/s1600/chic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/TAGSulzZA9I/AAAAAAAAAM8/vgRBQMpCFYA/s400/chic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476819950978532306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;"&gt;Enjoy the last days of Summer everyone. Tata! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/4347558837213939745-1731716363874087824?l=www.ktynnzky.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/feeds/1731716363874087824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2010/05/white-on-bloody-friday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/1731716363874087824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/1731716363874087824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2010/05/white-on-bloody-friday.html' title='White On A Bloody Friday'/><author><name>Ktynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160759717531509622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/TH393RNh5QI/AAAAAAAAATY/0YP9Yp7aeMA/S220/DSC00203.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/TAGQy4sLxcI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ozCAcYZTeXE/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4347558837213939745.post-78656455956343972</id><published>2010-05-13T07:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T17:04:55.550+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Green Team'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Extras'/><title type='text'>I am for G1bo and still for G1bo.</title><content type='html'>It hadn't occurred to me how important my country was until G1bo came to my life. I told myself before to never vote for any candidate because they're all the same. And to prove how firm I was with my decision, I chose not to register. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I was doing some research to keep me updated, I've read some articles and watched videos of how well these Presidentiables were doing during their campaign. I've listened to their speeches and witnessed a lot of debates burning between teams. But only one of them caught my attention. I lent him my ear, he won my heart, I trust him my future. And that was the moment when I told myself, I think therefore I am for G1bo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When everyone was busy throwing negative words at each other, he remained focused on his campaign. He continued to serve the people, as what he always does. Being vulnerable to criticism, he still managed to remain calm. He did not backfire nor did he hit someone below the belt. He was mature enough to ignore these childish acts. This is one of the best characteristics that a leader should have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's so heartbreaking to know that only less than 4Million people used their brains. We do not need words and we definitely don't need promises. What we need are ideas and actions. Gilbert Teodoro never promised a perfect world, nor did he claim that he can change our country and the people around. Instead he offered his intelligence, his wisdom, and his heart. He wants to serve our country and his fellowmen. We do not need pixie dust to change and color the world. We need someone who is REAL, someone who is reponsible and capable enough to lead us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could rant and whine however, whichever, whenever i like but as much as i want to bitchslap your candidate like what they did with each other, i prefer not to. This is what my leader taught me, this is what he wants me to do. He may have lost the battle, but the fire's still burning. I am proud that I supported a man who is capable of leading. Someone who has all the characteristics a President should possess. This is the first time that I became serious when it comes to Politics and my country. And it's all because of one man. He changed my views. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am sad not because my choice of candidate didn't win, but because I do not believe in the ability and capability of the one who won. I'm more concern of what will happen to our country. And if ever you see me doing good to my country and my fellowmen, this is because of what my leader had shown me. He believes that together, we can make our country a better place. He also said to never lose hope. It is hard to heal a broken heart and a broken dream. Give us time to move on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though Green Team can not celebrate the triumph we've all been hoping for, let's just be thankful for this experience. As they say, everything happens for a reason. As one door closes, another one opens. And remember; if God doesn't give you what you want today, maybe it's still not the right time. I know God has a reason behind this. Still, let's continue our faith. Believe in God. Let's all be one. &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/4347558837213939745-78656455956343972?l=www.ktynnzky.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/feeds/78656455956343972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2010/05/i-am-for-g1bo-and-still-for-g1bo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/78656455956343972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/78656455956343972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2010/05/i-am-for-g1bo-and-still-for-g1bo.html' title='I am for G1bo and still for G1bo.'/><author><name>Ktynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160759717531509622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/TH393RNh5QI/AAAAAAAAATY/0YP9Yp7aeMA/S220/DSC00203.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4347558837213939745.post-3116088962742111499</id><published>2010-04-17T12:05:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T13:55:29.321+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journey'/><title type='text'>Summer Plus Beach Plus Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WARNING: CAMWHORES ALERT!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/S8ljSZsw5FI/AAAAAAAAAK0/EovCBEtHjCE/s1600/JUMPPP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 313px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/S8ljSZsw5FI/AAAAAAAAAK0/EovCBEtHjCE/s320/JUMPPP.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461005190950872146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Summer plus beach is equal to Ef-Yu-En. Me and my friends decided to go out of town to relax a bit and escape the unbearable heat in the city. We always want to try something new, something fun. We've already planned this trip days ago. So look at how jolly our faces were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/S9e5Mui9_MI/AAAAAAAAALs/NyclVoLRejw/s1600/Dahvid.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/S9e5Mui9_MI/AAAAAAAAALs/NyclVoLRejw/s320/Dahvid.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465040301141654722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;David: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/S9e5E-6NXII/AAAAAAAAALU/YkKlU_LZHhQ/s1600/Kent.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/S9e5HY8mKjI/AAAAAAAAALc/UMasIje8ggQ/s320/Mic.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465040209444219442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mic2: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/S9e5E-6NXII/AAAAAAAAALU/YkKlU_LZHhQ/s1600/Kent.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 285px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/S9e5E-6NXII/AAAAAAAAALU/YkKlU_LZHhQ/s320/Kent.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465040168095145090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sahddam:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I had so much fun because I'm with friends and the resort was soooo awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/S9e5J8sbcXI/AAAAAAAAALk/jlbDPislVCU/s1600/Tynnz.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/S9e5J8sbcXI/AAAAAAAAALk/jlbDPislVCU/s320/Tynnz.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465040253399822706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ktynnz: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Had so much fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/S9aMyPGsddI/AAAAAAAAALE/cn8MZDahTgU/s1600/Summer.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/S9e_OMJL8CI/AAAAAAAAAL0/E9qRn8Xw0go/s320/Gbong.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465046923336216610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gbong: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/S9aMyPGsddI/AAAAAAAAALE/cn8MZDahTgU/s1600/Summer.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 275px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/S9aMyPGsddI/AAAAAAAAALE/cn8MZDahTgU/s320/Summer.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464709992536634834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/S9e_Pp98O7I/AAAAAAAAAL8/zYuGKMGDAfE/s1600/LIGHTTT.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/S9e_Pp98O7I/AAAAAAAAAL8/zYuGKMGDAfE/s320/LIGHTTT.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465046948521982898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We love playing with teh light. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And so let me introduce you to Paradise. Paradise this is reader, reader this is Paradise. *silence* Then again, I'm lost for words. April'10 for me is epic. And this is one of those that I'll remember when someone speaks of summer 2010 in the future. All in all, the beach escapade was FUN FUN FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the happiness I still felt lonely and confused every once in a while. I went there to temporarily forget my problems but there were some times when darkness would swallow me. Then suddenly SNAP! Back to being happy again. Could I get any weirder?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Forgive our cameras for loving us. It never failed to leave our side.&lt;br /&gt;Another PS: will update messages-slash-comments later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4347558837213939745-3116088962742111499?l=www.ktynnzky.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/feeds/3116088962742111499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2010/04/summer-plus-beach-plus-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/3116088962742111499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/3116088962742111499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2010/04/summer-plus-beach-plus-friends.html' title='Summer Plus Beach Plus Friends'/><author><name>Ktynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160759717531509622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/TH393RNh5QI/AAAAAAAAATY/0YP9Yp7aeMA/S220/DSC00203.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/S8ljSZsw5FI/AAAAAAAAAK0/EovCBEtHjCE/s72-c/JUMPPP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4347558837213939745.post-35076248790661813</id><published>2010-04-10T22:30:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T14:19:38.430+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journey'/><title type='text'>Plurkada</title><content type='html'>After going to Dr. Muñoz's clinic with SaddamJose I still had to convince him to ditch his meeting and go with me to Robi so I could finally meet the girls. And so he did, thanks a lot to my convincing powers *wenkz*. His yes was the cue to finally add life to the new characters written in my book of life.&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Time for first impressions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/S8CxQ7qdaqI/AAAAAAAAAKk/4BdEaaZmRhw/s1600/n1239701473_384970_3840046.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/S8CxQ7qdaqI/AAAAAAAAAKk/4BdEaaZmRhw/s320/n1239701473_384970_3840046.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458557652824844962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/Tarantadotula"&gt;SaddamJose&lt;/a&gt; A friend from High School. A friendly one, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/S8CxQRncdYI/AAAAAAAAAKc/y4tA9d-p6N8/s1600/4182_1078274007674_1550997971_30301375_607471_n.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/S8CxQRncdYI/AAAAAAAAAKc/y4tA9d-p6N8/s320/4182_1078274007674_1550997971_30301375_607471_n.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458557641537910146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/kiahtoooot/invite"&gt;kiahtoooot&lt;/a&gt; The talkative one in plurk but silent in real life. (unsure) (LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/S8CxQHnfIbI/AAAAAAAAAKU/Yx3U79PFItc/s1600/11234_1285191250544_1253020959_837283_3710906_n.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/S8CxQHnfIbI/AAAAAAAAAKU/Yx3U79PFItc/s320/11234_1285191250544_1253020959_837283_3710906_n.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458557638853730738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/miks21/invite"&gt;bobonski&lt;/a&gt; One word: Ladylike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/S90ZBMyAZ2I/AAAAAAAAAMU/PtMb9EUyLEc/s1600/tine.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/S90ZBMyAZ2I/AAAAAAAAAMU/PtMb9EUyLEc/s320/tine.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466553031099180898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/Chris0503"&gt;tine&lt;/a&gt; The talkative one. She always has something to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've finally met my plurkada. I can't remember how and why we decided to finally meet but I'm glad we did. Actually, I've known SaddamJose way back in high school and the rest of the girls were only familiar to me because we all went to the same school. Who would've thought that some of my brother's batchmates would turn out to be my plurkada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/S8DRbV02p8I/AAAAAAAAAKs/zBPt3pV71vY/s1600/plurkadaa.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/S8DRbV02p8I/AAAAAAAAAKs/zBPt3pV71vY/s320/plurkadaa.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458593016018544578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;04-05-10&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Plurkada &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4347558837213939745-35076248790661813?l=www.ktynnzky.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/feeds/35076248790661813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2010/04/plurkada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/35076248790661813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/35076248790661813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2010/04/plurkada.html' title='Plurkada'/><author><name>Ktynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160759717531509622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/TH393RNh5QI/AAAAAAAAATY/0YP9Yp7aeMA/S220/DSC00203.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/S8CxQ7qdaqI/AAAAAAAAAKk/4BdEaaZmRhw/s72-c/n1239701473_384970_3840046.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4347558837213939745.post-5808209199945456609</id><published>2010-03-22T19:13:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T19:57:04.476+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Extras'/><title type='text'>Solicitation Letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;March 22, 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dear Sir/Madam:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Greetings!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I, Ktynnz, desperately wants to have my own domain. On this particular and special day, I would like to ask for your kind assistance to support my stupidity and ignorance.&lt;/span&gt; I just want to experience the awesomeness of having my own domain and being accepted to some paid to blog sites so I could earn my own money and stop asking A LOT from my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;An amount of at least $1 that will be given to me will be highly appreciated. Thank you very much in advance and may the good Lord shower you more of His blessings in the coming years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sincerely yours,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ktynnz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Blogger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;form name="_xclick" action="https://www.paypal.com/cgi-bin/webscr" method="post"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;How to donate:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Please click the Donate button below.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input src="http://www.paypal.com/en_US/i/btn/btn_donate_LG.gif" name="submit" alt="Make payments with PayPal - it's fast, free and secure!" type="image" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input name="cmd" value="_xclick" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input name="business" value="ktynnzky@ymail.com" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input name="item_name" value="Donation!!" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input name="currency_code" value="USD" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input name="amount" value="1" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4347558837213939745-5808209199945456609?l=www.ktynnzky.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/feeds/5808209199945456609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2010/03/solicitation-letter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/5808209199945456609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/5808209199945456609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2010/03/solicitation-letter.html' title='Solicitation Letter'/><author><name>Ktynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160759717531509622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/TH393RNh5QI/AAAAAAAAATY/0YP9Yp7aeMA/S220/DSC00203.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4347558837213939745.post-8111482632443098219</id><published>2010-03-14T17:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T17:11:02.373+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girl Love'/><title type='text'>So Kiss Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Picture from &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/"&gt;Mr. Google.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Liu8ssCuu2I/Stlpi8pfq0I/AAAAAAAAALQ/CN55T-pJZGs/s1600-h/kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Liu8ssCuu2I/Stlpi8pfq0I/AAAAAAAAALQ/CN55T-pJZGs/s400/kiss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393458077869517634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bringing  your lips in contact with someone else's is a sign of affection that  most people enjoy. Tell your woman you love her by kissing the areas  that will surely make her blush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.  Neck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're tired arguing with your girl, hug her  behind then gently kiss her neck. This will surely make her calm. This  is also one way of arousing her. hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Chest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooh! That ticklish kind of feeling makes  your woman want to play with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Stomach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another way of arousing her. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most women feel loved and  appreciated when their man kisses them on their lips. Give her a stolen  kiss, it'll surely make her heart melt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.  Forehead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's more romantic than this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4347558837213939745-8111482632443098219?l=www.ktynnzky.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/feeds/8111482632443098219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2010/03/so-kiss-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/8111482632443098219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/8111482632443098219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2010/03/so-kiss-me.html' title='So Kiss Me'/><author><name>Ktynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160759717531509622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/TH393RNh5QI/AAAAAAAAATY/0YP9Yp7aeMA/S220/DSC00203.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Liu8ssCuu2I/Stlpi8pfq0I/AAAAAAAAALQ/CN55T-pJZGs/s72-c/kiss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4347558837213939745.post-4030993763235814118</id><published>2010-03-11T21:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T23:40:54.038+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lockerz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Extras'/><title type='text'>Who Wants Free Gadgets? CHA CHING!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lockerz.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 153px; height: 31px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/S5j2MJGDJPI/AAAAAAAAAJc/RnbEKxPYb_k/s400/logo.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447374437764769010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haven't heard of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOCKERZ&lt;/span&gt; yet? It's an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;invitation&lt;/span&gt;-only website where members can earn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;PTZ&lt;/span&gt; just by logging in everyday, answer daily questions, watching your favorite videos, and by inviting other people. These are just some of the ways to earn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;PTZ&lt;/span&gt; until you become a z-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lister&lt;/span&gt;. How to reach this rank? Just check out this awesome &lt;a href="http://www.lockerz.com/"&gt;SITE.&lt;/a&gt; If you've been active in forums and other social networking sites, I guess you've already heard of this. You can redeem your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;PTZ&lt;/span&gt;  to get your dream gadgets for FREE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to experience it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;awesomeness&lt;/span&gt;? Hit me up at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ktynnzky@ymail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4347558837213939745-4030993763235814118?l=www.ktynnzky.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/feeds/4030993763235814118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2010/03/who-wants-free-gadgets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/4030993763235814118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/4030993763235814118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2010/03/who-wants-free-gadgets.html' title='Who Wants Free Gadgets? CHA CHING!'/><author><name>Ktynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160759717531509622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/TH393RNh5QI/AAAAAAAAATY/0YP9Yp7aeMA/S220/DSC00203.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/S5j2MJGDJPI/AAAAAAAAAJc/RnbEKxPYb_k/s72-c/logo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4347558837213939745.post-5536870165231023715</id><published>2010-02-13T23:18:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T11:15:37.884+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journey'/><title type='text'>A Picture Paints A Thousand Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Escaño.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;We all had dinner at K and D's crib. Then went directly to scaño to unwind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;2/12/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/S4C1grQzsgI/AAAAAAAAAJE/sLXRT7scrag/s1600-h/19250_1287090180606_1330735619_30824920_4697381_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440547922837221890" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/S4C1grQzsgI/AAAAAAAAAJE/sLXRT7scrag/s400/19250_1287090180606_1330735619_30824920_4697381_n.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 300px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/S4C1hiid6XI/AAAAAAAAAJU/KLWhgQl2PIA/s1600-h/19250_1287089500589_1330735619_30824904_1230951_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440547937675241842" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/S4C1hiid6XI/AAAAAAAAAJU/KLWhgQl2PIA/s400/19250_1287089500589_1330735619_30824904_1230951_n.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 300px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/S4C1hGW96CI/AAAAAAAAAJM/uePX77j59jU/s1600-h/19250_1287090380611_1330735619_30824924_3570997_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440547930110814242" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/S4C1hGW96CI/AAAAAAAAAJM/uePX77j59jU/s400/19250_1287090380611_1330735619_30824924_3570997_n.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 300px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/S4C1gZ0X24I/AAAAAAAAAI8/xNdUWyF7EyM/s1600-h/21065_1222971896696_1300940484_30531181_5956697_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440547918154554242" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/S4C1gZ0X24I/AAAAAAAAAI8/xNdUWyF7EyM/s400/21065_1222971896696_1300940484_30531181_5956697_n.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 300px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/S4C1gKwZOjI/AAAAAAAAAI0/aADJnFdcDUc/s1600-h/19250_1287089980601_1330735619_30824915_3996321_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440547914111334962" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/S4C1gKwZOjI/AAAAAAAAAI0/aADJnFdcDUc/s400/19250_1287089980601_1330735619_30824915_3996321_n.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 300px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;At my crib.&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Had coffee then chit chat. We were laughing all  night long, or should I say DAWN? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;2/12/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/S4C0OuBZ-9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/unYL82JyWk0/s1600-h/21065_1222972456710_1300940484_30531195_2293230_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440546514828655570" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/S4C0OuBZ-9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/unYL82JyWk0/s400/21065_1222972456710_1300940484_30531195_2293230_n.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 300px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/S4C0PYslqdI/AAAAAAAAAIs/DUcdk5Sex4E/s1600-h/21065_1222972896721_1300940484_30531206_3911785_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440546526284065234" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/S4C0PYslqdI/AAAAAAAAAIs/DUcdk5Sex4E/s400/21065_1222972896721_1300940484_30531206_3911785_n.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 300px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/S4C0O-xxGhI/AAAAAAAAAIk/5py333cEKvk/s1600-h/21065_1222972776718_1300940484_30531203_2461096_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440546519326464530" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/S4C0O-xxGhI/AAAAAAAAAIk/5py333cEKvk/s400/21065_1222972776718_1300940484_30531203_2461096_n.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 300px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Balinsasayao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Without even planning what to bring, we went to balinsasayao for some adventures. We just bought Banana Cue and Bread on our way to the Twin Lake. I so love impromptu outings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt; 2/13/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/S4CzHObqjSI/AAAAAAAAAH0/5LmsoELD1es/s1600-h/balinsasayao.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440545286578146594" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/S4CzHObqjSI/AAAAAAAAAH0/5LmsoELD1es/s400/balinsasayao.png" style="cursor: pointer; height: 300px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/S4CzJ2D_ctI/AAAAAAAAAIU/yYeWVvNPDXM/s1600-h/balinsasayao3.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440545331576009426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/S4CzJ2D_ctI/AAAAAAAAAIU/yYeWVvNPDXM/s400/balinsasayao3.png" style="cursor: pointer; height: 400px; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/S4CzJEWSZCI/AAAAAAAAAIM/cOzLnwzk1iE/s1600-h/balinsasayao2.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440545318230975522" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/S4CzJEWSZCI/AAAAAAAAAIM/cOzLnwzk1iE/s400/balinsasayao2.png" style="cursor: pointer; height: 300px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/S4CzIcwTosI/AAAAAAAAAIE/9w1GAwu1zOA/s1600-h/balinsasayao1.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440545307602690754" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/S4CzIcwTosI/AAAAAAAAAIE/9w1GAwu1zOA/s400/balinsasayao1.png" style="cursor: pointer; height: 300px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/S4CzHj1MLPI/AAAAAAAAAH8/jBCNEa-Cn6M/s1600-h/balinsasayao0.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440545292322352370" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/S4CzHj1MLPI/AAAAAAAAAH8/jBCNEa-Cn6M/s400/balinsasayao0.png" style="cursor: pointer; height: 300px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4347558837213939745-5536870165231023715?l=www.ktynnzky.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/feeds/5536870165231023715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2010/02/picture-paints-thousand-words_21.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/5536870165231023715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/5536870165231023715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2010/02/picture-paints-thousand-words_21.html' title='A Picture Paints A Thousand Words'/><author><name>Ktynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160759717531509622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/TH393RNh5QI/AAAAAAAAATY/0YP9Yp7aeMA/S220/DSC00203.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/S4C1grQzsgI/AAAAAAAAAJE/sLXRT7scrag/s72-c/19250_1287090180606_1330735619_30824920_4697381_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4347558837213939745.post-2751045342457653551</id><published>2010-02-10T11:16:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T11:58:53.830+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants and Raves'/><title type='text'>HIATUS</title><content type='html'>This goddamn computer has taken its toll on me! After being on total hiatus, I got piles of work to be done ASAP.  Sheeeesh, damn you computer! Why can't you install a genuine copy of Windows XP SP3 nor a pirated copy of Windows 7? But can accept a pirated Windows XP onlehhh? Oh c'mon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**sniff sniff** WELP ME!! I can't install a program due to this antique OS and I can't even update this XP to SP1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/S3IpvupkdmI/AAAAAAAAAG0/uqr-4hMLknw/s1600-h/a.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 36px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/S3IpvupkdmI/AAAAAAAAAG0/uqr-4hMLknw/s400/a.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436453600142587490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/S3IpvjUbZxI/AAAAAAAAAG8/iHphM72C_20/s1600-h/b.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/S3IpvjUbZxI/AAAAAAAAAG8/iHphM72C_20/s400/b.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436453597101123346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/S3IpwTayhlI/AAAAAAAAAHE/XmMHRQcvesc/s1600-h/c.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 90px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/S3IpwTayhlI/AAAAAAAAAHE/XmMHRQcvesc/s400/c.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436453610012706386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I dun wanna disappoint this kind and understanding client of mine. Not now, not ever.&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/4347558837213939745-2751045342457653551?l=www.ktynnzky.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/feeds/2751045342457653551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2010/02/hiatus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/2751045342457653551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/2751045342457653551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2010/02/hiatus.html' title='HIATUS'/><author><name>Ktynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160759717531509622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/TH393RNh5QI/AAAAAAAAATY/0YP9Yp7aeMA/S220/DSC00203.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/S3IpvupkdmI/AAAAAAAAAG0/uqr-4hMLknw/s72-c/a.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4347558837213939745.post-191361140679524757</id><published>2010-01-29T15:59:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T16:50:21.230+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Extras'/><title type='text'>$$$ a month</title><content type='html'>Yes, blogging is one way to express your emotions and ideas but who says there's no money in it? There are actually a lot of paying sites in the world wide web, one of which is Linkfromblog. I've read a lot of rave reviews about this site. You get paid just to write your honest reviews &amp;amp; opinions about  a certain product or website. Oh yes! It's as easy as 1-2-3. Whether your just an advertiser who wants to promote your site or a blogger who wants to earn money, YOU ARE WELCOME! So why not join now and get paid by doing what you love. Get that keyboard tapping. tap tap tap tap. And your mouse clicking. click click click!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Advertise with my Blog" src="http://linkfromblog.com/img.001.002702.gif" width="1" border="0" height="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://linkfromblog.com/#2089"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 161px; height: 258px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/S2KcKr3FG1I/AAAAAAAAAGs/ZBsVt1RtPAg/s400/book1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432075807948610386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A site that connects bloggers and advertisers. Check it out if you want. There's no harm in trying.&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/4347558837213939745-191361140679524757?l=www.ktynnzky.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/feeds/191361140679524757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2010/01/month.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/191361140679524757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/191361140679524757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2010/01/month.html' title='$$$ a month'/><author><name>Ktynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160759717531509622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/TH393RNh5QI/AAAAAAAAATY/0YP9Yp7aeMA/S220/DSC00203.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/S2KcKr3FG1I/AAAAAAAAAGs/ZBsVt1RtPAg/s72-c/book1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4347558837213939745.post-1069751102559736381</id><published>2010-01-27T19:02:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T20:38:50.851+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journey'/><title type='text'>Tomorrow Is Another Day</title><content type='html'>Having friends to laugh with even in the smallest things is such a blessing. You spend hours together doing nothing and you still feel that it's the best time of your life. Aren't they the sweetest thing? Life is too short so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;take too many pictures, laugh as much as you want, and love like you've never been hurt before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/S2ArgCuhDKI/AAAAAAAAAGk/7oYQgZdUPzU/s1600-h/17965_1206694769778_1300940484_30501114_7764447_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/S2ArgCuhDKI/AAAAAAAAAGk/7oYQgZdUPzU/s400/17965_1206694769778_1300940484_30501114_7764447_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431388980096601250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Rhona, one of the people I trust the most. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/S2ArfmhbrJI/AAAAAAAAAGc/YnGc2154ELM/s1600-h/17965_1206694729777_1300940484_30501113_4654929_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/S2ArfmhbrJI/AAAAAAAAAGc/YnGc2154ELM/s400/17965_1206694729777_1300940484_30501113_4654929_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431388972525530258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With sahddam, the person I'm comfortable to share almost anything with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/S2ArfaHvFEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/M-CzGn6L9iI/s1600-h/Robi2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/S2ArfaHvFEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/M-CzGn6L9iI/s400/Robi2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431388969196524610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With Mic2x, been friends with her just this sem. Such a nice gal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/S2Arewbz5MI/AAAAAAAAAGM/7gJViRg1eXg/s1600-h/Robi1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/S2Arewbz5MI/AAAAAAAAAGM/7gJViRg1eXg/s400/Robi1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431388958006437058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With stranger! Just look at his face. Gbong took this pic while riding the escalator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/S2ArefEBLeI/AAAAAAAAAGE/s24G2pW-rm0/s1600-h/Robi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/S2ArefEBLeI/AAAAAAAAAGE/s24G2pW-rm0/s400/Robi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431388953343241698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;US again striking the common a.k.a "maid" pose.&lt;br /&gt;Had so much fun at Robi yesterday.&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/4347558837213939745-1069751102559736381?l=www.ktynnzky.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/feeds/1069751102559736381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2010/01/tomorrow-is-another-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/1069751102559736381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/1069751102559736381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2010/01/tomorrow-is-another-day.html' title='Tomorrow Is Another Day'/><author><name>Ktynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160759717531509622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/TH393RNh5QI/AAAAAAAAATY/0YP9Yp7aeMA/S220/DSC00203.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/S2ArgCuhDKI/AAAAAAAAAGk/7oYQgZdUPzU/s72-c/17965_1206694769778_1300940484_30501114_7764447_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4347558837213939745.post-996232663040837044</id><published>2010-01-22T20:03:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T20:42:03.682+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Extras'/><title type='text'>Keep Your Hopes High</title><content type='html'>It was just last year when I started reading blogs about fashion and beauty. Then having been inspired by a lot of pretty bloggers, I decided to join the circle. What I like about these beauty bloggers is that they are so generous not only in giving tips about beauty but also in sharing their treasures. Since my blog is still new, this is the first time I'm joining a contest and I'm crossing my fingers on this one.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are two winners of this giveaway. Either will receive these following items:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cheriekoala.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-100th-post-giveaway-updated.html"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/S1mb4rKbMDI/AAAAAAAAAF8/dzG5NrX-lgo/s400/IMG_6808.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429542223733272626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cheriekoala.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-100th-post-giveaway-updated.html"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/S1mb4SW8reI/AAAAAAAAAF0/eZRKf9zhm_M/s400/IMG_6807.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429542217074912738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sweeeeeeeeet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YOU can also join this contest if you like by clicking &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://cheriekoala.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-100th-post-giveaway-updated.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; or the image. &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/4347558837213939745-996232663040837044?l=www.ktynnzky.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/feeds/996232663040837044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2010/01/keep-your-hopes-high.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/996232663040837044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/996232663040837044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2010/01/keep-your-hopes-high.html' title='Keep Your Hopes High'/><author><name>Ktynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160759717531509622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/TH393RNh5QI/AAAAAAAAATY/0YP9Yp7aeMA/S220/DSC00203.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/S1mb4rKbMDI/AAAAAAAAAF8/dzG5NrX-lgo/s72-c/IMG_6808.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4347558837213939745.post-1833033038435829924</id><published>2010-01-12T03:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T08:32:37.178+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Past'/><title type='text'>Party People Eh.</title><content type='html'>Lately, I've been missing the party girl side of me. As I was searching for some files a while ago, I came across my old pictures. Nostalgia was all over me, I really miss my friends. I'm not the busy kind of gal but since that reconciliation happened between me and the boyfriend, you can rarely see me drinking. People always tell me that I shouldn't revolve my world around him, I know but I prefer doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/S0t-386TQQI/AAAAAAAAAFU/AuOh1TetmSQ/s1600-h/friends.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/S0t-386TQQI/AAAAAAAAAFU/AuOh1TetmSQ/s400/friends.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425569675806458114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These are just some glimpse of my past. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4347558837213939745-1833033038435829924?l=www.ktynnzky.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/feeds/1833033038435829924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2010/01/party-people-eh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/1833033038435829924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/1833033038435829924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2010/01/party-people-eh.html' title='Party People Eh.'/><author><name>Ktynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160759717531509622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/TH393RNh5QI/AAAAAAAAATY/0YP9Yp7aeMA/S220/DSC00203.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/S0t-386TQQI/AAAAAAAAAFU/AuOh1TetmSQ/s72-c/friends.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4347558837213939745.post-996464247370038629</id><published>2010-01-06T13:47:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T21:52:54.780+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Being Simple Is Being You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/S0QqKzJjG6I/AAAAAAAAAE8/GMjBe9kLjTk/s1600-h/momiiiii.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/S0QqKzJjG6I/AAAAAAAAAE8/GMjBe9kLjTk/s400/momiiiii.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423506216278236066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's been almost 6years since I last saw/touched/hugged/kissed/talked face to face with my mom. Funny thing about us is that our taste of fashion isn't compatible with each other. I find her baduy before, but then I realized I was the one who was baduy pala. haha! She wants to dress me sexy in a wholesome kind of way which just results to an argument. I really don't like to wear anything that's sleeveless when I was still young, but now? Open my closet and count how many t-shirts I only have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo sharing is our favorite tool in yahoo messenger. While sharing is in progress, we share our ideas in fashion, what should be worn on a special occasion, or prolly what accessories should match those smashing outfits. I really like the last 2 photos she showed me. And the moment I laid my eyes on it, I really told myself that I should blog this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/S0QqKNeMmTI/AAAAAAAAAE0/qZ-Ve8-xQso/s1600-h/Momi.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/S0QqKNeMmTI/AAAAAAAAAE0/qZ-Ve8-xQso/s400/Momi.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423506206164293938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/S0QqJlg70gI/AAAAAAAAAEs/dYIX3xFvRUk/s1600-h/mom.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/S0QqJlg70gI/AAAAAAAAAEs/dYIX3xFvRUk/s400/mom.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423506195438359042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Simple but fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;I miss everything about her.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. If it wasn't for her I would still be an ugly duckling until now.&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/4347558837213939745-996464247370038629?l=www.ktynnzky.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/feeds/996464247370038629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2010/01/its-been-almost-6years-since-i-last.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/996464247370038629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/996464247370038629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2010/01/its-been-almost-6years-since-i-last.html' title='Being Simple Is Being You.'/><author><name>Ktynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160759717531509622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/TH393RNh5QI/AAAAAAAAATY/0YP9Yp7aeMA/S220/DSC00203.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/S0QqKzJjG6I/AAAAAAAAAE8/GMjBe9kLjTk/s72-c/momiiiii.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4347558837213939745.post-8584946278489869044</id><published>2010-01-01T00:15:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T08:36:09.131+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>A New Life Is Ahead Of Meh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/Sz1oM0pn8OI/AAAAAAAAACs/zKww2TpXZOo/s1600-h/ktynnz2010.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 132px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/Sz1oM0pn8OI/AAAAAAAAACs/zKww2TpXZOo/s400/ktynnz2010.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421604095924891874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've welcomed this year with zzzzz's. Slept at around 11:20pm, woke up at exactly 3:00am, went back to sleep at 3:10am, woke up again at 7:45am. I wasn't disturbed with all the noises that everybody's making. Why? Maybe because I'm just too tired from all that has been happening in my life since last week. Though people, especially my brother, were trying to wake me up, I don't remember myself responding. I know and I'm very much aware that I'm not starting the year right. I say, just tell me that when I won't be ending this year exactly the way how I picture it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New year means new life, as what people usually say. I'll be leaving this house soon. I've got to prove everyone that I've made the right decision despite my very young age. Last year wasn't for me, I knew it right from the very start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's my last year's New Year Resolution. (Taken from my old blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;some of my NEW YEAR'S RESOLUTION:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;1. gonna love him even m&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;ore&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/Sz1MFRAVRAI/AAAAAAAAACc/opelUlHP-TU/s1600-h/checkbox.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 15px; height: 12px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/Sz1MFRAVRAI/AAAAAAAAACc/opelUlHP-TU/s320/checkbox.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421573179771798530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;2. won't disappoint him&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  I tried. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/Sz1MFRAVRAI/AAAAAAAAACc/opelUlHP-TU/s1600-h/checkbox.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 15px; height: 12px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/Sz1MFRAVRAI/AAAAAAAAACc/opelUlHP-TU/s320/checkbox.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421573179771798530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;3. never ever lie to hi&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;m&lt;/s&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/Sz1MFRAVRAI/AAAAAAAAACc/opelUlHP-TU/s1600-h/checkbox.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 15px; height: 12px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/Sz1MFRAVRAI/AAAAAAAAACc/opelUlHP-TU/s320/checkbox.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421573179771798530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;4. remind him everyday that i love him&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/Sz1MFRAVRAI/AAAAAAAAACc/opelUlHP-TU/s1600-h/checkbox.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 15px; height: 12px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/Sz1MFRAVRAI/AAAAAAAAACc/opelUlHP-TU/s320/checkbox.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421573179771798530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;5. won't make him sad&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/Sz1MFRAVRAI/AAAAAAAAACc/opelUlHP-TU/s1600-h/checkbox.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 15px; height: 12px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/Sz1MFRAVRAI/AAAAAAAAACc/opelUlHP-TU/s320/checkbox.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421573179771798530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;6. be a good girlfriend&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/Sz1MFRAVRAI/AAAAAAAAACc/opelUlHP-TU/s1600-h/checkbox.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 15px; height: 12px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/Sz1MFRAVRAI/AAAAAAAAACc/opelUlHP-TU/s320/checkbox.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421573179771798530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7. be an obedient daughter :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;8. study hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;9. SAVE MONEY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;10. EARN MORE MONEY haha!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/Sz1MFRAVRAI/AAAAAAAAACc/opelUlHP-TU/s1600-h/checkbox.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 15px; height: 12px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/Sz1MFRAVRAI/AAAAAAAAACc/opelUlHP-TU/s320/checkbox.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421573179771798530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;11. comply all my requirements :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;12. make him and my paren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ts proud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;13. won't be lazy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2008 is about to end. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gonna live my life the bes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;t &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;way i could&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I do believe that people come and go, but one thing's for sure. There's this someone who will always be there for you. To comfort and keep you company. I'm happy that before 2009 ended, I saw those people who were there for me in times of need. So before I finally close 2009 in my life, allow me to thank the people who've been there right from the very start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/Sz1xHL6yfwI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0eyz-W6lMuU/s1600-h/MyFriends.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 123px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/Sz1xHL6yfwI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0eyz-W6lMuU/s400/MyFriends.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421613894696337154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks to this bunch of awesome people, especially to R and D who were there when I needed someone. They're always there to save me whenever I'm hanging on a cliff, they're my drinking buddies whom I trust whenever I get drunk. Thanks my dear friends for helping me survive 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/Sz2GcGhSf2I/AAAAAAAAADk/otV42_mss44/s1600-h/Brother.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 145px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/Sz2GcGhSf2I/AAAAAAAAADk/otV42_mss44/s400/Brother.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421637343768641378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To my brother who's been there even if he's just being silent. I know he cares for me a lot. Thank you and I love you. Though we've been living in one roof all our lives, we haven't had the chance to communicate with each other. You're shy, I'm shy. I just hope everything would be different from now on. Please support my decision, I know you're worried of what will happen to me, I just want you to trust me. I'm sorry for not being a good and ideal sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/Sz198i7ZPwI/AAAAAAAAADM/T-dy3oANK2I/s1600-h/Faf.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 131px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/Sz198i7ZPwI/AAAAAAAAADM/T-dy3oANK2I/s400/Faf.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421628005545492226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My life, my happiness, my everything. Thanks for not leaving my side. We've been through a lot and I know we can survive this one. You're the only person who can understand me when everybody can't, thanks for all the lessons you've taught me. I'm now a mature and better person all because of you. I hope I can still continue righting your name in every page of my book entitled LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/Sz2BustBBqI/AAAAAAAAADU/pXaTQP6JbQA/s1600-h/Mom.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 125px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/Sz2BustBBqI/AAAAAAAAADU/pXaTQP6JbQA/s400/Mom.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421632165697881762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And how could I ever forget my mom? Who's been so understanding and thoughtful after the things that I've said and done? She's been supportive in every decision I make. I'm so thankful that God gave me a wonderful mother. I'm so proud of her. How could she be not special?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I won't be making another list of this resolution thingy but I hope that by this year, I'll be filling this blog with positive and less negative life experiences and lessons as I continue my journey. This year I'll be keeping one promise, I'll work hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/Sz2RzD5hcVI/AAAAAAAAAEU/fKKR66rW8j8/s1600-h/dasdfsdf.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/Sz2RzD5hcVI/AAAAAAAAAEU/fKKR66rW8j8/s400/dasdfsdf.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421649832829874514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So here's me greeting you a Happy New Year. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Vest: Thrift&lt;br /&gt;Necklace: ...?&lt;br /&gt;Top: From Janz. 2 for P90.&lt;br /&gt;Short Pants: gift from Granma&lt;br /&gt;Sandals: Gift from Tita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4347558837213939745-8584946278489869044?l=www.ktynnzky.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/feeds/8584946278489869044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2010/01/new-life-is-ahead-of-meh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/8584946278489869044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/8584946278489869044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2010/01/new-life-is-ahead-of-meh.html' title='A New Life Is Ahead Of Meh.'/><author><name>Ktynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160759717531509622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/TH393RNh5QI/AAAAAAAAATY/0YP9Yp7aeMA/S220/DSC00203.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/Sz1oM0pn8OI/AAAAAAAAACs/zKww2TpXZOo/s72-c/ktynnz2010.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4347558837213939745.post-121594768720246700</id><published>2009-12-31T21:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T11:25:25.423+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journey'/><title type='text'>Remembrance.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/Sz7QR6QC9SI/AAAAAAAAAEc/5atoHV3tV6I/s1600-h/15952_1126903783316_1548822707_30306218_1995683_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422000007513568546" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/Sz7QR6QC9SI/AAAAAAAAAEc/5atoHV3tV6I/s400/15952_1126903783316_1548822707_30306218_1995683_n.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 130px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 97px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last night was a blast! The plan was to go partying at BY with Y³ and friends, but D and me ended up wandering the place of Bais City. If only we knew that outfits would come first, I should've dressed to awe those Tanjayanons. I really didn't care of what I was wearing at that time because first and foremost, why in the hell would I think of bringing my party clothes when I just ran away from home? I only thought of beer, but clothes? pffft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D and me were really disappointed when we reached BY. Ackkkkkk! Outfits, cars, accessories, close friends. Oh my! So we decided to just leave the place and go straight to Bais City and have a tour there. On our way we saw a huge OWL, oh yes! It was my first time seeing one. It took us 20-25min to get to our destination. We nearly shouted as we saw those christmas lights lighting the sign "Welcome to Bais City." Finally! So we went to see their gigantic Christmas tree. If only I didn't lose my camera phone, if only Bais was really in our plan, we should've brought a digicam to capture those moments. Oh well, we just took the time to tour the place then bought a bottle of beer, it took us almost an hour to finish that bottle. More talking than drinking. haha! We both discovered and realized one thing about Bais City, that place has a lot of gays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way home, we stopped by the church at Balete (I'm not sure of the name of that place) and waited for some white ladies, and kapres, and whatever that would show up. Then, we saw...............nothing! Errr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So good deeds make your heart grow. It was around 2pm I guess when we saw someone who's motorcycle ran out of gas. Poor thing! So we decided to help him. My gawdddddd, his destination is quite far from where we saw him. Good thing we have that conscience. yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night was the best. If I get to label this post in my life it would be:&lt;br /&gt;Friends&lt;br /&gt;BY&lt;br /&gt;Outfit/Fashion&lt;br /&gt;Owl&lt;br /&gt;Welcome&lt;br /&gt;Bais&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Tree&lt;br /&gt;DigiCam&lt;br /&gt;Beer&lt;br /&gt;Buang/Addict&lt;br /&gt;Motorcycle&lt;br /&gt;Help/Good deeds&lt;br /&gt;etc....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4347558837213939745-121594768720246700?l=www.ktynnzky.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/feeds/121594768720246700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2010/01/remembrance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/121594768720246700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/121594768720246700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2010/01/remembrance.html' title='Remembrance.'/><author><name>Ktynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160759717531509622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/TH393RNh5QI/AAAAAAAAATY/0YP9Yp7aeMA/S220/DSC00203.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/Sz7QR6QC9SI/AAAAAAAAAEc/5atoHV3tV6I/s72-c/15952_1126903783316_1548822707_30306218_1995683_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4347558837213939745.post-1954398465892091770</id><published>2009-12-28T15:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T11:26:57.646+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants and Raves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rebel'/><title type='text'>Somewhere in my road, the light of life will appear</title><content type='html'>Ohhh, the feeling of a rose with no torn. This is insane i know, magic without trick doesn't exist. You can't catch nor hide smoke, and it spreads like wildfire. I am feeling neither happy nor sad of what had happened since dawn. I'm confused yeah? What I mostly need now is rest, but where? Home? Oh noes and Yes! I ran away from home. I've got only 300php in my pocket, what the ef?! Eeeeek! I need to dial 999, they say it's heaven's hotline number. Hello God?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my world there's only me, teh boyfriend, and my mother. Yes, and it's like us against the world. I'm a bit happy because at least, I've finally told my mom everything and she'll continue sending me money. But I'm still worried of what our family will become after that confession I made. I didn't wish to have a broken family, specially now that it's Yuletide season and 2009 is about to end. So as the saying goes, "New Year, New Life." Wait till 2010 begins, I'll make my life more worth living. I know I'll be welcoming New Year alone but hey, I'm positive about life. Ice cold beer, chips, and cigarette will keep me company. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Someday, I'll gonna be that person everyone looks up. I'll prove to you all that I can, and I've made the right decision. &lt;/span&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/4347558837213939745-1954398465892091770?l=www.ktynnzky.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/feeds/1954398465892091770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2009/12/somewhere-in-my-road-this-light-of-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/1954398465892091770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/1954398465892091770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2009/12/somewhere-in-my-road-this-light-of-life.html' title='Somewhere in my road, the light of life will appear'/><author><name>Ktynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160759717531509622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/TH393RNh5QI/AAAAAAAAATY/0YP9Yp7aeMA/S220/DSC00203.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4347558837213939745.post-9012855226537211170</id><published>2009-12-20T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T18:06:48.175+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>Santa, I wantz a</title><content type='html'>Christmas is already fast approaching. So now's the perfect time to share my luxurious WISH LIST. I've got five material things in my mind that I would want to have-slash-buy-slash-receive. Timer starts nao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;5. clothes clothes clothes more clothes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tees, dresses, pants, short shorts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Liu8ssCuu2I/SyRjMkHjHBI/AAAAAAAAALw/66kTrpfgfSA/s1600-h/clothes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Liu8ssCuu2I/SyRjMkHjHBI/AAAAAAAAALw/66kTrpfgfSA/s320/clothes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414561719511096338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4.sandals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wedge/stilettos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Liu8ssCuu2I/SyRqHjXc0iI/AAAAAAAAAMo/Ij2RCc76u94/s1600-h/wedges.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Liu8ssCuu2I/SyRqHjXc0iI/AAAAAAAAAMo/Ij2RCc76u94/s320/wedges.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414569329991406114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Liu8ssCuu2I/SyRqHJ-KKvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/BaQxjiMMQH8/s1600-h/stiletto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 310px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Liu8ssCuu2I/SyRqHJ-KKvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/BaQxjiMMQH8/s320/stiletto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414569323174439666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Liu8ssCuu2I/SyRqG-IR-DI/AAAAAAAAAMY/adCKL2NRSGU/s1600-h/dior.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Liu8ssCuu2I/SyRqG-IR-DI/AAAAAAAAAMY/adCKL2NRSGU/s320/dior.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414569319995668530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;3. ipod classic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Liu8ssCuu2I/SyRjM3-mQpI/AAAAAAAAAL4/jFOTRzc1638/s1600-h/ipod+classic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 288px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Liu8ssCuu2I/SyRjM3-mQpI/AAAAAAAAAL4/jFOTRzc1638/s320/ipod+classic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414561724842263186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;According to &lt;a href="http://store.apple.com/us/browse/home/shop_ipod/family/ipod_classic?mco=MTAyNTQzMjQ"&gt;Apple&lt;/a&gt; this 160GB love cost only $249 + free shipping. woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;2. cell phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needz to have this iphone/w995&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Liu8ssCuu2I/SyRjNnGR4oI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Oxw98rDhV74/s1600-h/product-hero-3g-s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 278px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Liu8ssCuu2I/SyRjNnGR4oI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Oxw98rDhV74/s320/product-hero-3g-s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414561737490948738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;16GB costs $199 while 32GB costs $299.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Liu8ssCuu2I/SyRpFWvrCQI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/REOcaXKg2ow/s1600-h/w995front1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 276px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Liu8ssCuu2I/SyRpFWvrCQI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/REOcaXKg2ow/s320/w995front1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414568192731973890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/"&gt;Amazon's&lt;/a&gt; telling me that this awesome phone ranges from $350 - $450.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;1. laptop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wantz a new laptop, if possible a Macbook Pro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Liu8ssCuu2I/SyRjNfwdjcI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ZfSRo6tRkUE/s1600-h/product-front-15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 183px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Liu8ssCuu2I/SyRjNfwdjcI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ZfSRo6tRkUE/s320/product-front-15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414561735520390594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;15-inch: 2.8GHz with 4GB Memory and 500GB hard drive? What more can you ask for? Price is $2,299. Oh shoot! I can't afford to buy one. Not even close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it. And oh, I also want to have that kindle. Amazon's also selling it for &lt;b class="priceLarge"&gt;$259.00&lt;/b&gt;. I hope Santa can read this wish list of mine. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Merry Christmas Everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4347558837213939745-9012855226537211170?l=www.ktynnzky.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/feeds/9012855226537211170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2009/12/santa-i-wantz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/9012855226537211170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/9012855226537211170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2009/12/santa-i-wantz.html' title='Santa, I wantz a'/><author><name>Ktynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160759717531509622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/TH393RNh5QI/AAAAAAAAATY/0YP9Yp7aeMA/S220/DSC00203.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Liu8ssCuu2I/SyRjMkHjHBI/AAAAAAAAALw/66kTrpfgfSA/s72-c/clothes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4347558837213939745.post-540572587026775736</id><published>2009-12-18T12:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T09:05:16.178+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants and Raves'/><title type='text'>This Time I Have Really Led Myself Astray</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I woke up this morning realizing that I was sleeping beside my friend Rhona, on her bed, at her boarding house. Oh my! I was effin drunk last night and all I could think of even before I opened my eyes was the boyfriend. And until now he's still stuck in my effin mind. What I can remember from last night was me lying on a bed spitting out words like "I miss my boyfriend" and my friends were telling me "We already texted him, don't worry." I was thinking about him too much that I didn't even notice that tears started falling from my eyes. I wish he's here right beside me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I wanted to not think of him even just for a minute but I find it impossible. And so I rose up, thanked R for taking care of me while I was drunk, then went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was staring at my monitor, I decided to explore &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt; just to ease my longing for him. Then I came to this &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/psyc_person/index.php?ref=nf"&gt;Psychology Personality Quiz&lt;/a&gt;, after reading the result I suddenly feel the urge to blog and share this to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Dear Ktynnz, below are your PSYCHOLOGY PERSONALITY test result:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Mysterious... oftentimes, a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="text_exposed_show"&gt;loner. You know your true friends and only them are allowed to understand the real you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hide your emotions... Sometimes pretending to be always happy. Sometimes, not giving even a hint of what you really feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You search for love... you’re a hopeless romantic and every time you enter a relationship, you give your all and believe “this is the One.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have so many ideas in mind... You’re creative and aggressive! If you want something, you’ll do anything to get it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re a stubborn sweetheart... You “love” him/her only because he/she loves you. If his/her flame puts out, you let go with no trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re undoubtedly good-natured! Most of the time, people are confident to approach you because they know you will consider them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love actions... with the hero-like taste! You focus on your strengths and use them to protect persons/things that are important to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Perfect words, really fits my personality, no doubt, that's me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="text_exposed_show"&gt;I'm just happy that I stumbled upon this Quiz. I'm feeling a lil better now, I see this as a compliment. &lt;/span&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/4347558837213939745-540572587026775736?l=www.ktynnzky.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/feeds/540572587026775736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2009/12/this-time-i-have-really-led-myself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/540572587026775736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/540572587026775736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2009/12/this-time-i-have-really-led-myself.html' title='This Time I Have Really Led Myself Astray'/><author><name>Ktynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160759717531509622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/TH393RNh5QI/AAAAAAAAATY/0YP9Yp7aeMA/S220/DSC00203.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4347558837213939745.post-5015512682432346803</id><published>2009-12-15T06:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T11:31:26.128+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girl Love'/><title type='text'>For A Long Time, It Was Worth It</title><content type='html'>Arrived at school at approximately 2pm, while my class starts at 1. The moment I entered the gate I can already hear my classmate shouting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sagz: Hoi! Nganong kron pa man ka?? Hala jud kang sir!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Me: (Smiling)&lt;br /&gt;Sagz: Walay klase. Daghan kaayo mong wala. Take home exam ra daw ta krong Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sure?!! hahahahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh. The laugh of the lazy girl who always pray that classes will always end early. No class, the boyfriend will fetch me at 4pm, got nowhere else to go. And so I decided to just go to a salon and have my hair done. The plan was to go to Ystilo but ended up sitting my butt at Carlo Reyes because it was the nearest salon in school, or so it seems. I was torn between Oxygen Shine and Cellophane, which is which? Nah, I just settled on having a Hot Oil. I'll just ask my Mom to pay for me if ever I decide to treat my hair again. They took almost 2hrs of my time but it was worth the wait. I wanted a manicure and pedicure but the esthetician wasn't around. What a fail. booohoo! Oh well, maybe next time. I'll invite my Grandma so she could pay for me. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/SybEH5etvfI/AAAAAAAAABY/S1b7PStnXWQ/s1600-h/PICT0184.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415231241927376370" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/SybEH5etvfI/AAAAAAAAABY/S1b7PStnXWQ/s320/PICT0184.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 274px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I missed this length!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/SybEIdsELcI/AAAAAAAAABg/uVI0JgSF5wg/s1600-h/PICT0193.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415231251647049154" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/SybEIdsELcI/AAAAAAAAABg/uVI0JgSF5wg/s320/PICT0193.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So how's my look? Season Greetings from Me and My Hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4347558837213939745-5015512682432346803?l=www.ktynnzky.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/feeds/5015512682432346803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2009/12/for-long-time-it-was-worth-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/5015512682432346803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/5015512682432346803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2009/12/for-long-time-it-was-worth-it.html' title='For A Long Time, It Was Worth It'/><author><name>Ktynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160759717531509622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/TH393RNh5QI/AAAAAAAAATY/0YP9Yp7aeMA/S220/DSC00203.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/SybEH5etvfI/AAAAAAAAABY/S1b7PStnXWQ/s72-c/PICT0184.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4347558837213939745.post-4652720053997503672</id><published>2009-12-04T07:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T11:31:56.019+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girl Love'/><title type='text'>Girls Love Shopping</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/Sxnt05HPggI/AAAAAAAAAAU/EhDnkFFZUFc/s1600-h/package.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411617920202539522" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/Sxnt05HPggI/AAAAAAAAAAU/EhDnkFFZUFc/s320/package.png" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ipeeey! I got my package already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Online shopping is love. There are two disadvantages of it though. First is that you can not fit the clothes you want to buy, second is that you'll still gonna pay for the shipment of the items. But hey, it's still worth it. This is my 1st time buying online and I'm glad it turned out exactly the way I wanted it to be. Thanks &lt;a href="http://janahhh.multiply.com/"&gt;Janz&lt;/a&gt; for your items. I'm looking forward to do business with you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/SxntxKr8BnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3CsCFDg1iuw/s1600-h/inside.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411617856200377970" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/SxntxKr8BnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3CsCFDg1iuw/s320/inside.png" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4347558837213939745-4652720053997503672?l=www.ktynnzky.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/feeds/4652720053997503672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2009/12/girls-love-shopping.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/4652720053997503672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4347558837213939745/posts/default/4652720053997503672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ktynnzky.com/2009/12/girls-love-shopping.html' title='Girls Love Shopping'/><author><name>Ktynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160759717531509622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/TH393RNh5QI/AAAAAAAAATY/0YP9Yp7aeMA/S220/DSC00203.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGIyMfpYfeo/Sxnt05HPggI/AAAAAAAAAAU/EhDnkFFZUFc/s72-c/package.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
