<?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-8067722</id><updated>2011-10-23T16:26:18.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>                                -=Breelee.Inside.Out=-</title><subtitle type='html'>a simple girl with simple wants in life</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countessada.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067722/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countessada.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>TeenyBopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982697627293888037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/sylphy/countess.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067722.post-110032541118926646</id><published>2004-11-12T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T21:56:51.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>[..After few days of being idle..]</title><content type='html'>and here I'm back.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I am so very annoyed of people who are stupid lurking at me in every move I make in every word I said. Get a life ok?  * i would supposed to be in good mood*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oops! wait! it's &lt;a href="http://foxpro.ntsl119.com"&gt;Pixelcatalyst&lt;/a&gt; birthday yesterday! Belated WF. and my &lt;a href="http://leigh.ntsl119.com"&gt;friend&lt;/a&gt; is back too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067722-110032541118926646?l=countessada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countessada.blogspot.com/feeds/110032541118926646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067722&amp;postID=110032541118926646' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067722/posts/default/110032541118926646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067722/posts/default/110032541118926646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countessada.blogspot.com/2004/11/after-few-days-of-being-idle.html' title='[..After few days of being idle..]'/><author><name>TeenyBopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982697627293888037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/sylphy/countess.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067722.post-109841122321263349</id><published>2004-10-21T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T00:56:49.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[..I'm BACK!..]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://WWW.TheSpoke.Net"&gt;TheSpoke&lt;a&gt; is under maintenance that is why I returned here to blog , of course i won't ever neglect here because this is where I have learned to love blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you friends?. I'm ok as I always be. Hmmm I am so sad because my BF is not here in davao and might go back here next week. You know how I miss him a lot, for so many weeks we didn't see each other. I know how he understands me but I will do everything we've missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my &lt;a href="http://www.thespoke.net/MyBlog/Leigh/MyBlog.aspx"&gt;second blog&lt;a&gt; do visit it if time allows. I'm still looking for a URL Redirector can you give me one?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I am here alone in the office. While studying my subject for our exam tomorrow I peek a little time to blog. Hmmm I only noticed right at this moment that our office surrounds with classic songs *turns other station*.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067722-109841122321263349?l=countessada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countessada.blogspot.com/feeds/109841122321263349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067722&amp;postID=109841122321263349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067722/posts/default/109841122321263349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067722/posts/default/109841122321263349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countessada.blogspot.com/2004/10/im-back.html' title='[..I&apos;m BACK!..]'/><author><name>TeenyBopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982697627293888037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/sylphy/countess.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067722.post-109798129742662832</id><published>2004-10-16T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T20:15:24.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[..time to fix..]</title><content type='html'>I need time to fix everything. What I am trying to say is, I will be Away From Blogging for weeks starting this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067722-109798129742662832?l=countessada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countessada.blogspot.com/feeds/109798129742662832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067722&amp;postID=109798129742662832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067722/posts/default/109798129742662832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067722/posts/default/109798129742662832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countessada.blogspot.com/2004/10/time-to-fix.html' title='[..time to fix..]'/><author><name>TeenyBopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982697627293888037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/sylphy/countess.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067722.post-109782093808428897</id><published>2004-10-14T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T00:21:48.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[..CorelWORLD Davao Event..]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sorry for the late post about the COREL DAVAO EVENT 2004 held at NCCC Mall last October 9-10, 2004. The said event was very great because of the participation of other schools and UIC is one of the major sponsors. It was started with an opening talks with some of the elite Corel Designers of the Phillipines and there's an on-the-spot logo design contest for individual caterogy and group caterogy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We were so very lucky because our school (UIC) shells out much effort along with the cooperation of the ITE program officers and of course with our dear &lt;a href="http://areman.blogspot.com"&gt;Program Dean&lt;/a&gt;. SOme of our students also exposed their talents in gfx designing and we have showcased at lot of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://explode.to/pboz"&gt;Pboz&lt;/a&gt; , a UIC student recognized by Corel Company as one of the Best Gfx Artists. Only two persons got this award, one is from the other school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Continuation later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067722-109782093808428897?l=countessada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countessada.blogspot.com/feeds/109782093808428897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067722&amp;postID=109782093808428897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067722/posts/default/109782093808428897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067722/posts/default/109782093808428897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countessada.blogspot.com/2004/10/corelworld-davao-event.html' title='[..CorelWORLD Davao Event..]'/><author><name>TeenyBopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982697627293888037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/sylphy/countess.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067722.post-109782018555611881</id><published>2004-10-14T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T23:03:05.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[..Apollo..]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Apollo has been a nice person to me. We just met along the way when we get the chance of knowing a bit. I was very delighted because Apollo possesses a very humble attitude and so kind to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time, we met was the time I knew who Apollo is. He even trying to piss me off because of other reasons, but I just tend to ignore it and you know listening to the words Apollo is uttered is like letting Apollo all the time to express what Apollo feels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apollo is so nice if you take time for yourself knowing Apollo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me Apollo, I know you will go a long long way with your life. Just remember that what matters is how you win not how you lose. Take yourself as a winner always and I know that will give you peace of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just be true. Follow what you think you deserve, and of course God is always there for you and I’m just right here watching over you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, Apollo is my VIRTUAL FRIEND.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067722-109782018555611881?l=countessada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countessada.blogspot.com/feeds/109782018555611881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067722&amp;postID=109782018555611881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067722/posts/default/109782018555611881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067722/posts/default/109782018555611881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countessada.blogspot.com/2004/10/apollo_14.html' title='[..Apollo..]'/><author><name>TeenyBopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982697627293888037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/sylphy/countess.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067722.post-109763520086988210</id><published>2004-10-12T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T19:42:36.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[..Because of you..]</title><content type='html'>I had a very terrible things happened to me yesterday  because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I forgot to answer my bf’s call in my cellphone. He called for 4 times just to inform me he’s waiting outside the gate. I was so very guilty knowing I strongly allowed him to come to school and see me and yet he waited for so long in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, I left my cellphone at the office gezzz! for the first time I ignored its absence in my bag that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, areman and I waited to fetch a jeepney for my way home not knowing that very hour is the appearance of sales ladies and salesmen and other maintenance employees so I ended up taking a taxi ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why these things happen? If you would try to read my previous posts you will know the reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really loathe jeepneys stealing time refilling gasoline in a station, because I hate feeling warmed after my hair playing in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* I have coped up after all the times of feeling bothered. At last, questions now are left answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, how me and my sister’s silence knocks off for almost 3months now. It is not because I am boosting my pride more not to talk to her but because I am giving her the time to think for herself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t think of any things against her. I respect her decision and that will give her maybe a peace of mind. For me, I forgave her and I regretted what I did too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like going back to do a second version for my website but for now I am looking for web hosting site that costs cheap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very &lt;a href ="http://maks.ebloggy.com"&gt; friend&lt;/a&gt; of mine, took a very long way with his career. Well, good luck and keep on rockin’ because money matters (as what you’ve said). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last, &lt;a href="http://areman.blogspot.com"&gt; Areman&lt;/a&gt; updated his blog. You see how he posted things about me. Bahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? *raise eyebrow*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067722-109763520086988210?l=countessada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countessada.blogspot.com/feeds/109763520086988210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067722&amp;postID=109763520086988210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067722/posts/default/109763520086988210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067722/posts/default/109763520086988210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countessada.blogspot.com/2004/10/because-of-you.html' title='[..Because of you..]'/><author><name>TeenyBopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982697627293888037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/sylphy/countess.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067722.post-109748480421402981</id><published>2004-10-11T01:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T01:53:24.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[..Would you care?..]</title><content type='html'>listen for just a short while?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067722-109748480421402981?l=countessada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countessada.blogspot.com/feeds/109748480421402981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067722&amp;postID=109748480421402981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067722/posts/default/109748480421402981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067722/posts/default/109748480421402981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countessada.blogspot.com/2004/10/would-you-care.html' title='[..Would you care?..]'/><author><name>TeenyBopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982697627293888037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/sylphy/countess.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067722.post-109712062471153552</id><published>2004-10-06T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T20:45:44.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[..taking time to realize helps..]</title><content type='html'>One day more to go it’s Corel 12 Product Launching to be held at the Mall. WE will be showcasing some artworks done by my students and yes I am the facilitator of the said event for ITE program of UIC.  Taking this responsibility is so tough since in the first place I don’t have classes in ITE  place most are from other planet. I know I can do this, it’s my 6th month being a specie in this institution but at least as far as I know I have changed my lifestyle and of course I am happy with my present work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Students are hard to convince the fact that they are somewhat close-minded to this stuffs and that. I know there are lots of students who are capable of blasting out their talents but you know projects in their subjects sometimes flunk doing some pieces. I don’t want to force them to shell out efforts for these purpose I want them to realize and see from them that what i did is something that is once in a lifetime exposure (at least they could know how does it feel divulging their works outside.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still thank God for helping me with this because I was about to give up due to some undeniable circumstances, but my ideas and concerns work after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I had an informative conversation with &lt;a href = "http://foxpro.ntsl119.com"&gt;pixelcatalyst&lt;/a&gt; over YIM. He’s my mentor during my college and yes I ignored the chances he gave us in engaging IT related stuffs. I took up computer science because I want to see myself in a cubicle facing a computer and do some stuffs with it. I ‘d never even tried to think  to teach because i really do hate teaching. But, you know I can’t traverse God lead me to this place where I am holding a marker, writing on the whiteboard and do some blah blah in front of smiling pink ladies. Yeah I am facing lots of computers (more than I have expected to have only one EXCLUSIVE only for me), and yet someone owns each of those. I don’t even own mine in our office, except with my sleeping-for-many-months-PC at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s go back to the talks I had with my great mentor. Why great? Because he taught me so much things to realize how important being a comsci product. He wants me to grow doing  programming  because that’s one of the jobs an IT product should do. You see how I changed, but along with it is the regret of  neglecting my jobs as a comsci student in which to do simple to complex programming. I didn’t even know how to program of adding and deleting records after my graduation. Within two-month summer I studied Turbo C/C++ and guess what I was only producing output in my imagination because purchasing a computer for me is impossible that time.  When i tried to apply for a job, I often went to my friend’s house and apply of what I have learned from a TURBO C/C++ book .  Obviously producing so much errors is normal. I was trying to fix them and in the end I am somewhat learned that it causes too much headache.. I acquire things about that PL more than my 4 year being taught in college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More of this later.. I have to take my lunch.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067722-109712062471153552?l=countessada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countessada.blogspot.com/feeds/109712062471153552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067722&amp;postID=109712062471153552' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067722/posts/default/109712062471153552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067722/posts/default/109712062471153552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countessada.blogspot.com/2004/10/taking-time-to-realize-helps.html' title='[..taking time to realize helps..]'/><author><name>TeenyBopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982697627293888037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/sylphy/countess.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067722.post-109687123523349729</id><published>2004-10-03T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T23:30:30.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[..Quick and Dirty Operating System..]</title><content type='html'>Hmmm I'm just trying to remember that MSDOS was once QDOS. You could see how Bill Gates gives assurance to MITS the makers of ALTAIR 8080 that He and Paul were already developed a certain OS which was BASIC designed for ALTAIR 8080, knowing they didn't even have a single line of code about it. Because of the fact he lied, it helped... gaining big bucks from it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067722-109687123523349729?l=countessada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countessada.blogspot.com/feeds/109687123523349729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067722&amp;postID=109687123523349729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067722/posts/default/109687123523349729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067722/posts/default/109687123523349729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countessada.blogspot.com/2004/10/quick-and-dirty-operating-system.html' title='[..Quick and Dirty Operating System..]'/><author><name>TeenyBopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982697627293888037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/sylphy/countess.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067722.post-109686985075381852</id><published>2004-10-03T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T00:22:53.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[..thought about giving up..]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I wake up this morning there's a thing that suddenly hit my mind. I feel like I'm giving up of understanding my life and dealing with people. It's not that I'm going to commit suicide but I need myself a big break to fix everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, another mistake I did yesterday. I assure God that I will be attending mass but because my dysmenorrhea strikes and made me so drained and so awful so I decided not to go to mass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is a very stupid reason knowing I have neglecting God's favor for so many times. Maybe he tested me of feeling painful that day for me how long my faith is for Him, but I gave up staying at home whole day and night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn! before I went to sleep I said "Lord, I am so ashame with myself. I am bad and punish me if you want".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just this morning I thought of giving up my boyfriend because I see how he sacrifices and understands my stupidity but then again God gave me time to think more about it. As I prepared what to say to my bf I ended up of holding still with our relationship coz I think that the only treasure that I should keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so confused.. so bothered.. so stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067722-109686985075381852?l=countessada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countessada.blogspot.com/feeds/109686985075381852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067722&amp;postID=109686985075381852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067722/posts/default/109686985075381852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067722/posts/default/109686985075381852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countessada.blogspot.com/2004/10/thought-about-giving-up.html' title='[..thought about giving up..]'/><author><name>TeenyBopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982697627293888037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/sylphy/countess.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067722.post-109671020786865605</id><published>2004-10-02T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T02:44:21.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[..stupid-girl..]</title><content type='html'>I don't know why until now the "ex" of my BF lurks him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*to the girl* Hmmm why not look for other guy? It seems you're loosing men .... or you may sashay your face on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067722-109671020786865605?l=countessada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countessada.blogspot.com/feeds/109671020786865605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067722&amp;postID=109671020786865605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067722/posts/default/109671020786865605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067722/posts/default/109671020786865605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countessada.blogspot.com/2004/10/stupid-girl.html' title='[..stupid-girl..]'/><author><name>TeenyBopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982697627293888037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/sylphy/countess.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067722.post-109645630430079906</id><published>2004-09-29T03:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T04:19:58.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[..so hard..]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align ="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a beginner it's so hard to gather people's attention to view your blog. In my case, I got more or less 5 new visitors a day, the worst is 1 new visitor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, whoever tries to view my page and even gives time to read. I hope you enjoy reading and perhaps you can feel something deep down in me that I'm somewhat a bit ardent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter how many of them seeing this, what's the important for me is I acknowledge blogger.com so much for providing free blogsites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stomach aches I don't know why? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067722-109645630430079906?l=countessada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countessada.blogspot.com/feeds/109645630430079906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067722&amp;postID=109645630430079906' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067722/posts/default/109645630430079906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067722/posts/default/109645630430079906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countessada.blogspot.com/2004/09/so-hard.html' title='[..so hard..]'/><author><name>TeenyBopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982697627293888037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/sylphy/countess.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067722.post-109636163557164960</id><published>2004-09-28T01:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T03:59:09.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[..Identity theft..]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Identity theft. Let us first define these words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Identity Theft, also known as identity fraud, involves somebody obtaining and using your personal data, such as your name, address, telephone number, phone card and credit card number, mother’s maiden name. The identity theft usually intends to obtain goods and services in your name, and to ultimately leave you with the bill.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It simply means someone who deceives on your personal information especially online. We all know that most internet users and other online transactions users are relying on using their online personal information for managing online processes for individual’s needs, because of the fact that these people are often dependent on the tough security measure that a certain business company is upholding to. But of course, in the world of cyberspace, there is such thing as evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, let me give you more understanding about this activity. A person who is knowledgeable on tinkering online user information such as SSS number, Credit Number, Bank Account Number and etc, might lead your individuality go astray. They may even change some information you have not just use them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you’re involve with a well-established credit history they can still track your records and use some of your credit card numbers by lurking those unauthorized access done by the thieves. You as the card owner must be on guard on every activity that you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Identity theft also does not only target those with well-entrenched credit histories. They also target those who may not have much credit such as college students and set up fake accounts in their names, because they don’t usually monitor their accounts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Identity theft also targets businesses. Especially applying for credit, a business may discover that the certain applicant has a history of nonpayment of bills in which run up by the identity theft. This means that the business now will deny the application unless it clears up the significant financial obligations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The identity thief usually steals other people’s identity and make purchases, apply for credit and open bank accounts. These activities, a thief may forge checks and bank drafts and transfer big money using the victim’s accounts without victim’s knowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With these, if a person is being rankled by an identity theft he may possibly be engaged with unknown money transfers and purchases and online orders and he ended up with a question “How come?”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, how come an anonymous did all these where in fact you only knew my secret numbers of all these credit cards you have? Well, the answer for that is someone is much wiser than you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is my assignment by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067722-109636163557164960?l=countessada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countessada.blogspot.com/feeds/109636163557164960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067722&amp;postID=109636163557164960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067722/posts/default/109636163557164960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067722/posts/default/109636163557164960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countessada.blogspot.com/2004/09/identity-theft.html' title='[..Identity theft..]'/><author><name>TeenyBopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982697627293888037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/sylphy/countess.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067722.post-109625099889760576</id><published>2004-09-26T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T23:36:25.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[..My dreams.]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me and my sister don't talk much for more than a month now since we had silly arguments, and just last friday night I had a very very bad dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dream was viewing from our house and there flashing the scene of my sister inside the coffin. She died because of Leukemia. My parents and my younger sister mourning, but except me. I was just standing beside the coffin and look at her and told to myself, "I have forgave you and please forgive me". After which, I went to my seat and suddenly my bf approached me and asked if I am ok. I was just simply answered "It's too late to tell her that I'm really really sorry".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was it. That's all I can remember. And yet still now we don't talk to each other much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I also had this dream in which it showed over the top of a mountain (in where I stood). There comes the loud voice of God saying "Satan, get out of this place! bring all your people into your world!" I was shocked because I was the only person that time and wondering where the other people are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I looked down, I saw a wide ocean and there lived some of the humans inside their houses (houses reside in the sea),and satan took all the people as well as the houses by a strong wind blows,and they're gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He never took me, and God said. From this moment on another generation will emerge and for those who remained will be my people and continue to live for the next generation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was delighted and can't say words how I felt. I went down the mountain if by chance I can meet other people than me, so there in the cave I saw some people hiding (whom I don't know them), and telling me, "God said to go to this place during his judgement day".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoah! My cellphone alarmed and my dream ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the second time where I dreamt about God. The first one was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While walking in a foggy hallway, there in the room at my left side the door was opened and I saw an altar. I walked in and somebody instructed me to take off my sandals. I took them off and slowly approaching the altar( big crucifix), and kneel and pray. It was a very cold place and so very cloudy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a place in HEAVEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So weird huh? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067722-109625099889760576?l=countessada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countessada.blogspot.com/feeds/109625099889760576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067722&amp;postID=109625099889760576' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067722/posts/default/109625099889760576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067722/posts/default/109625099889760576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countessada.blogspot.com/2004/09/my-dreams.html' title='[..My dreams.]'/><author><name>TeenyBopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982697627293888037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/sylphy/countess.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067722.post-109583160745670164</id><published>2004-09-21T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T23:10:20.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[..Pinoy 3D Artists..]</title><content type='html'>Since I'm posting some foreign amazing web and art pieces online. It's time to recognize and make big hands to &lt;a href="http://www.kggraphics.com/"&gt;KgGraphics&lt;/a&gt;  | &lt;a href="http://www.raytracestudios.tk/"&gt;RayTraceStudios&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/leif_diegor/diegorNEW.jpg"&gt;Ezekiel&lt;/a&gt; |&lt;a href="http://www.thewipe.com/"&gt;TheWipe&lt;/a&gt;| who are creators of 3D artworks. Take note some of them are Pinoy. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't you proud of them? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067722-109583160745670164?l=countessada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countessada.blogspot.com/feeds/109583160745670164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067722&amp;postID=109583160745670164' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067722/posts/default/109583160745670164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067722/posts/default/109583160745670164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countessada.blogspot.com/2004/09/pinoy-3d-artists.html' title='[..Pinoy 3D Artists..]'/><author><name>TeenyBopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982697627293888037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/sylphy/countess.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067722.post-109574651399746426</id><published>2004-09-20T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T22:44:52.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[..David Blaine..]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Correct me with my spelling about the name of that guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way to the lobby, someone came across me and ask for some two peso coins. So I asked him "for what?" and he said "just to show you shpw you something miss". Then I picked 2 peso coins and gave them to him. He rubbed the coin on his each hand and do some tinkering for seconds. He asked me to choose where to open his hand to see what's inside of it. It was gone. Whoah! I was speechless at first and my mind quickly remembers about David Blaine, then I uttered " Ah ok!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He never contented he pulled out his cards. And he asked me to pick one and hide it letting him not to see the number and character do the card have. So, he scrumbled the cards and he took silence, closing his eyes for seconds and saying the answer of the card's number and character. I slowly looking at the cards and He got it right!. Whoah! I was shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many things he performed and I ended up with a question "How'd he do that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't know. *grin*&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/8067722-109574651399746426?l=countessada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countessada.blogspot.com/feeds/109574651399746426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067722&amp;postID=109574651399746426' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067722/posts/default/109574651399746426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067722/posts/default/109574651399746426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countessada.blogspot.com/2004/09/david-blaine.html' title='[..David Blaine..]'/><author><name>TeenyBopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982697627293888037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/sylphy/countess.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067722.post-109574632998100634</id><published>2004-09-20T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T22:58:49.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[..Failure comes..]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hmmm I ignored something here coz I really thought only a friend of mine could comment my blog but you know I'm so glad because somebody out there takes his time on pumping and made some statements in my blog. Thank you so much for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read all your comments and I really appreciate those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I cannot understand why there are neurons on my brains that tell me what to do. Yeah, brain does the decision and brain leads you ways for you to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not find any reasons why, there are times that I failed to do things in which should taking care of. I sometimes failed to do my service for God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to say "I'll go to mass and that's a promise Lord" and when the day came I failed to do it, because I felt tired and that made as an excuse every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read a statement in the bible (in which I forgot the verse), that pertains to Promises. That we should not make promises to God and don't try to test him..blah blah. you should do your promises in the name of Him and please don't break your promises etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see I cannot even put the complete statement here. That's all I have remembered. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067722-109574632998100634?l=countessada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countessada.blogspot.com/feeds/109574632998100634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067722&amp;postID=109574632998100634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067722/posts/default/109574632998100634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067722/posts/default/109574632998100634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countessada.blogspot.com/2004/09/failure-comes.html' title='[..Failure comes..]'/><author><name>TeenyBopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982697627293888037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/sylphy/countess.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067722.post-109514171070364301</id><published>2004-09-13T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T23:01:50.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[..bump it away..]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Set aside your things and take a quick look with &lt;a href="http://tokyoplastic.com/drummachine.html"&gt;drummachine&lt;/a&gt;, that truly provides you a best viewing pleasure... for seconds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh! don't forget to boost your volume up high... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067722-109514171070364301?l=countessada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countessada.blogspot.com/feeds/109514171070364301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067722&amp;postID=109514171070364301' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067722/posts/default/109514171070364301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067722/posts/default/109514171070364301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countessada.blogspot.com/2004/09/bump-it-away.html' title='[..bump it away..]'/><author><name>TeenyBopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982697627293888037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/sylphy/countess.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067722.post-109514037383645204</id><published>2004-09-13T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T22:40:48.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[..if you care..]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you patienlty reading my emotional stuffs here and you may be asking what happened next after the argument we had with my Bf. I posted it but deleted it right away. Just realizing something that I think some things need to keep privately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we're ok now and we still moving on. We both love each other and I think that's the important thing to consider..... against all odds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I am thinking if I am forgetting my job, since I am more ah focused on my blogs and the &lt;a href="http://pixelcatalyst.plastiqueweb.com/outpost"&gt;Outpost Forum&lt;/a&gt;. Nah!, I owe my willingness in putting up this blogs from &lt;a href="http://pixelcatalyst.plastiqueweb.com/"&gt;pixelcatalyst.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You know . I gotta keep rockin'  baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067722-109514037383645204?l=countessada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countessada.blogspot.com/feeds/109514037383645204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067722&amp;postID=109514037383645204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067722/posts/default/109514037383645204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067722/posts/default/109514037383645204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countessada.blogspot.com/2004/09/if-you-care.html' title='[..if you care..]'/><author><name>TeenyBopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982697627293888037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/sylphy/countess.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067722.post-109514003818048305</id><published>2004-09-13T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T22:33:58.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[..reborn..]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I came across with this site &lt;a href="http://www.levi501reborn.com"&gt;levi501reborn&lt;/a&gt;. But I don't like wearing their products. It's not that because of the expensive prices but with the fit it may brought me if I use it. I'm not sexy you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how &lt;a href="http://www.hp.com/products1/promos/adapt/us/index_f.html?jumpPage="&gt;Love Changes&lt;/a&gt;. Hmmm what's the connection? Well, just learned to love your work and that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! why not join in &lt;a href="http://www.ivideochat.com/"&gt;Video Chat&lt;/a&gt;. This is pretty amazing, seeing how your chatmates look like, or you might as well hide your identity by creating &lt;a href="http://www.newtek-europe.com/uk/community/lightwave/partizan2/1.html"&gt;3D Fido Dido&lt;/a&gt;. Hehehe Take it from &lt;a href="http://pixelcatalyst.plastiqueweb.com/main.html"&gt;here&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/8067722-109514003818048305?l=countessada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countessada.blogspot.com/feeds/109514003818048305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067722&amp;postID=109514003818048305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067722/posts/default/109514003818048305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067722/posts/default/109514003818048305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countessada.blogspot.com/2004/09/reborn.html' title='[..reborn..]'/><author><name>TeenyBopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982697627293888037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/sylphy/countess.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067722.post-109472596782748301</id><published>2004-09-09T03:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T22:47:18.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[..we never talk..]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me and my BF never talked since the day we had an argument about the very shallow thing (because Of me), He's just sent me a 20K sized email this morning expressing his hurt feelings etc. he told me to talk these things personally if I have a free time I will just tell him when, for the first time he said that. He used to set up a date to talk and fix things straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't reply because we need to talk. I just texted him that I already read his email etc. and after that we don't text anymore in the whole afternoon. I need his first hit to me to talk before I gave my way to talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how much I miss my BF's voice and text everyday. But now Im taking the risks to lower down my pride and pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cries* the truth is I don't know what to do &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067722-109472596782748301?l=countessada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countessada.blogspot.com/feeds/109472596782748301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067722&amp;postID=109472596782748301' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067722/posts/default/109472596782748301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067722/posts/default/109472596782748301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countessada.blogspot.com/2004/09/we-never-talk.html' title='[..we never talk..]'/><author><name>TeenyBopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982697627293888037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/sylphy/countess.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067722.post-109472531118284314</id><published>2004-09-09T03:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T03:23:49.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[..-----..]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You see How i can't formulate a title for this post. My BF told me to reflect but I can't make myself renew fully out of the reflections I made. One word I said generates more stupid reactions and I am hurting them every moment. Maybe I don't think of the right words to say Im just too frank about my feelings and that's it. If I feel stupid I bursted out like I don't care about the world. Can a sincere SORRY heals?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067722-109472531118284314?l=countessada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countessada.blogspot.com/feeds/109472531118284314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067722&amp;postID=109472531118284314' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067722/posts/default/109472531118284314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067722/posts/default/109472531118284314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countessada.blogspot.com/2004/09/blog-post.html' title='[..-----..]'/><author><name>TeenyBopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982697627293888037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/sylphy/countess.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067722.post-109472483679441757</id><published>2004-09-09T02:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T03:17:43.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[..Reflections..]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I caught myself lonely facing infront of this computer thinking of so many things. There is something that fretting inside me that i do not know. I have taught myself to work on my own but still there are undeniable disturbances in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to a point when I don't think so much of my parents' worries about me because I think this is my life always. God gave me this and I have to accept whatever circumstances that may bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine my BF surrenders his self not to understands me more about my attitudes. He raises his white flag because I brought so much absurb reactions between us. I begun to poison our relationship this time and I don't know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see how me and sister's silent treatment went longer now. 1 more week to go we will be celebrating a month of it. But whenever I tried to give my attention or talk to her, she remained silent as if she hears nothing. Do you think she's boosting up her pride? What do you think I should do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm stupid maybe because I am doing silly things out of my control. I'm self-centered, egotistical, SELFISH that is the right word. But I don't know I'm so bothered and so confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where to turn to. My BF starts making his self silent for the mean time to relieve before moving on. He loves me I know that but it seems I am not good anymore to do things to make our relationship more healthy. I am making it weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit I am so stupid. You see how I take my friends before. They are gone and I don't need them because I am so confident to have my BF who knows me more in and out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends, I don't want to talk with people now. Im just thankful I have this blogs of mine to freely burst out everything and I hope you there guys can at least know and hopefully you will understand me even just a little bit.  More later&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067722-109472483679441757?l=countessada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countessada.blogspot.com/feeds/109472483679441757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067722&amp;postID=109472483679441757' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067722/posts/default/109472483679441757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067722/posts/default/109472483679441757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countessada.blogspot.com/2004/09/reflections.html' title='[..Reflections..]'/><author><name>TeenyBopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982697627293888037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/sylphy/countess.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067722.post-109461580861797580</id><published>2004-09-07T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T21:33:48.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[..kick-a*s..]</title><content type='html'>A whooping &lt;strong&gt;VFS-a*s Design Studio &lt;/strong&gt;from &lt;a href="http://www.derekprospero.com/"&gt;DerekProspero&lt;/a&gt;. It's really different being inspired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067722-109461580861797580?l=countessada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countessada.blogspot.com/feeds/109461580861797580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067722&amp;postID=109461580861797580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067722/posts/default/109461580861797580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067722/posts/default/109461580861797580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countessada.blogspot.com/2004/09/kick-as.html' title='[..kick-a*s..]'/><author><name>TeenyBopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982697627293888037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/sylphy/countess.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067722.post-109461357241238173</id><published>2004-09-07T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T21:24:31.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[..lost humans in the sky..]</title><content type='html'>I am surrounded by inspiration. Take &lt;a href="http://www.orthographic.ca/catalog/collection_01_mark.php"&gt;Orthographic&lt;/a&gt; as an example. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! There are &lt;a href="http://www.losthumans.com/"&gt;lost humans&lt;/a&gt; soaring up high. Can you see them? Oh! I saw &lt;a href="http://billybussey.com/"&gt;Bill Bussey&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067722-109461357241238173?l=countessada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countessada.blogspot.com/feeds/109461357241238173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067722&amp;postID=109461357241238173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067722/posts/default/109461357241238173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067722/posts/default/109461357241238173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countessada.blogspot.com/2004/09/lost-humans-in-sky.html' title='[..lost humans in the sky..]'/><author><name>TeenyBopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982697627293888037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/sylphy/countess.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067722.post-109445108620512088</id><published>2004-09-05T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T23:11:26.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[..A night to remember..]</title><content type='html'>Last Friday was our 1year and 4th monthsarry with my BF. I didn't expect that he got a surprise gift to me that time. He brought me to a prestigious hotel in Davao and had a dinner date for two. So sweet and I was not in the nice outfit that time coz  I was just wearing T-shirt and pants. That was a memorable night to remember. I am so touched because for the first time someone earned big bucks just for that dinner date. Love you bibi. muah muah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067722-109445108620512088?l=countessada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countessada.blogspot.com/feeds/109445108620512088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067722&amp;postID=109445108620512088' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067722/posts/default/109445108620512088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067722/posts/default/109445108620512088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countessada.blogspot.com/2004/09/night-to-remember.html' title='[..A night to remember..]'/><author><name>TeenyBopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982697627293888037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/sylphy/countess.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067722.post-109418592488781786</id><published>2004-09-02T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T21:32:04.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[..illusion..]</title><content type='html'>Take this &lt;a href="http://fun.drno.de/pics/donwave.gif"&gt;illusion&lt;/a&gt; of yours. I got this link from &lt;a href="http://http://foxpro.ntsl119.com"&gt;pixelcatalyst&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067722-109418592488781786?l=countessada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countessada.blogspot.com/feeds/109418592488781786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067722&amp;postID=109418592488781786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067722/posts/default/109418592488781786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067722/posts/default/109418592488781786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countessada.blogspot.com/2004/09/illusion.html' title='[..illusion..]'/><author><name>TeenyBopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982697627293888037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/sylphy/countess.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067722.post-109418540500233063</id><published>2004-09-02T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T21:26:21.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[..if given a chance..]</title><content type='html'>Ei guys!  I have a question for you. If given a chance to be invited by Bill Gates &lt;a href="http://discuss.ntsl119.com//index.php?act=ST&amp;f=3&amp;t=19"&gt;cont..&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067722-109418540500233063?l=countessada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countessada.blogspot.com/feeds/109418540500233063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067722&amp;postID=109418540500233063' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067722/posts/default/109418540500233063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067722/posts/default/109418540500233063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countessada.blogspot.com/2004/09/if-given-chance.html' title='[..if given a chance..]'/><author><name>TeenyBopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982697627293888037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/sylphy/countess.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067722.post-109417822942874848</id><published>2004-09-02T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T19:24:50.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[..our day today..]</title><content type='html'>It's our 1 year and 4 monthsarry with my boyfriend, and we will be having a dinner date tonight. *sigh* i just love him so much as he loves me. Oh! in case you don't know guys  do read my &lt;a href="http://breelee.blogspot.com"&gt;first&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://adalovelace.ebloggy.com"&gt; second &lt;/a&gt; blogsites. This is my third and final blogsite for now.  brb &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*headache*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067722-109417822942874848?l=countessada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countessada.blogspot.com/feeds/109417822942874848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067722&amp;postID=109417822942874848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067722/posts/default/109417822942874848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067722/posts/default/109417822942874848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countessada.blogspot.com/2004/09/our-day-today.html' title='[..our day today..]'/><author><name>TeenyBopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982697627293888037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/sylphy/countess.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067722.post-109417774025376058</id><published>2004-09-02T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T19:18:47.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[..need not..]</title><content type='html'>In this world, there exist different people in different countries and in different situations and in different opinions, and perhaps whatever my opinion is that's my point and you can do nothing about it, and hey! I just knew your blog just at the moment you bugged me. Well anyway, thnx for the kind prompting me coz you can do nothing of whatever things I'm talking about. It's just like we can't control the mouth of a nagger (oh yeah am I?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a severe headache today, grrrrr I hate this. once my head aches my body fell into being idle and napping all day. It's unbearable. I don't take medicine I know it will be over soon or maybe on next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We chatted &lt;a href="http://foxpro.ntsl119.com"&gt; pixelcatalyst &lt;/a&gt; over YIM about going myself back to programming, and I have yelling out about the stupid day I have yesterday. Well, I'm glad he remained calm. Say Hi to &lt;a href ="http://lithesomeice.ntsl119.com"&gt;nizzy&lt;/a&gt; I miss her so much. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067722-109417774025376058?l=countessada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countessada.blogspot.com/feeds/109417774025376058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067722&amp;postID=109417774025376058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067722/posts/default/109417774025376058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067722/posts/default/109417774025376058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countessada.blogspot.com/2004/09/need-not.html' title='[..need not..]'/><author><name>TeenyBopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982697627293888037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/sylphy/countess.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067722.post-109411369817730150</id><published>2004-09-02T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T01:28:18.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[..Why do I care?..]</title><content type='html'>Oh yes! Why do I care? and Why care bugging me? I'm not saying generally these people are stupid-enough-to-talk-about-love I'm appreciating it but to the extend of knowing he/she is bursting like evil always is not good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067722-109411369817730150?l=countessada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countessada.blogspot.com/feeds/109411369817730150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067722&amp;postID=109411369817730150' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067722/posts/default/109411369817730150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067722/posts/default/109411369817730150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countessada.blogspot.com/2004/09/why-do-i-care.html' title='[..Why do I care?..]'/><author><name>TeenyBopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982697627293888037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/sylphy/countess.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067722.post-109411330077451969</id><published>2004-09-02T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T01:21:40.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[..Feelin' so stupid..]</title><content type='html'>Today is very bad day! I feel so stupid of those people who are not sincere in their appointments. They kept on assuring you of when to give this and when to come over and when to call etc. and when the specified sun rises, all you can hear and see is "silence".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, but I'm just frank to tell these persons that I've got the answers Why there are clients affected and won't stay long with them. Well, anyway who cares? We have 80 million total population in the country and we can easily replaced them right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So stupid to face with them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067722-109411330077451969?l=countessada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countessada.blogspot.com/feeds/109411330077451969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067722&amp;postID=109411330077451969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067722/posts/default/109411330077451969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067722/posts/default/109411330077451969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countessada.blogspot.com/2004/09/feelin-so-stupid.html' title='[..Feelin&apos; so stupid..]'/><author><name>TeenyBopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982697627293888037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/sylphy/countess.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067722.post-109403752127605958</id><published>2004-09-01T04:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T04:22:25.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[..Bugging in me..]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have read some of the blogs that talk about their boyfriends and girlfriends. I don't know why these people have nothing to discuss about since in the first place I don't know-and-care-the-hell-about their gfs and bfs. I know this is somewhat a daily journal for every individual but, at least I can get any lesson or any inspiring words from her/his blogs. All i read are all about her/his rants and even those f*ck, ass****, p*ta etc words that really discouraged me more. At least they could decrypt the word for readers comment purposes right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, Why should I care? *sigh*.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still keep on carrying heavy weight on my shoulder,. I don't know if God punishes me these days for all the wrong things I did and for all the promises I broke to Him. I don't know if I should be thankful or not knowing there are many things bugging my mind. I even came to a point of waking up at exactly 3am for no apparent reasons why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I need to talk to God. I know how I terribly disobey him for some time. I don't know if this thing is the sign to bring back my attention to Him coz it seems I'm away from Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;I don't know friend why? there are things really bugging me and Im confused now. I don't understand even though I always tried.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067722-109403752127605958?l=countessada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countessada.blogspot.com/feeds/109403752127605958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067722&amp;postID=109403752127605958' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067722/posts/default/109403752127605958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067722/posts/default/109403752127605958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countessada.blogspot.com/2004/09/bugging-in-me.html' title='[..Bugging in me..]'/><author><name>TeenyBopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982697627293888037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/sylphy/countess.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067722.post-109393745655973441</id><published>2004-08-31T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T00:35:22.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[..Something changed?..]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have this thing that I noticed something is really changing me. You know what? I can understand the ideas that a paragraph is pointing to after reading it 3-4 times. I often forgot some of my appointments and meetings with my students and the tasks to do for the next meeting and I can't even memorize which Section[A, B, C] is having a class every TTH and MWF. Of course, this is unintentional. I oftentimes forgot things that I should do and will be doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question is why?. Before in my school years (elementary-college) . I easily catch up of the ideas that are talking about. It's not that 90++% something is vanishing but really something is really changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this idea which I had acquired from my doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. He asked me how many times I have injected for anesthesia.&lt;br /&gt;Ans. 6 times (dental operations), 2 times ( breast operations).&lt;br /&gt;2. He asked me, how many times I have been into ULTRA SOUND or any ultraviolet rays exposure (i don't even know what comprises ULTRA SOUND, If I am not mistaken).&lt;br /&gt;Ans. Twice (ULTRA SOUND), Once (Chest X-Ray), Once (Mammogram)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that gave him the idea that my brain is somewhat affected on the exposure I have been into. I don't know if you're agree to that. But I will search the web for supporting details.  But eventhough that really is existing in me. I am trying my best to cope up if possible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067722-109393745655973441?l=countessada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countessada.blogspot.com/feeds/109393745655973441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067722&amp;postID=109393745655973441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067722/posts/default/109393745655973441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067722/posts/default/109393745655973441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countessada.blogspot.com/2004/08/something-changed.html' title='[..Something changed?..]'/><author><name>TeenyBopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982697627293888037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/sylphy/countess.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067722.post-109392815117264614</id><published>2004-08-30T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T21:55:51.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[..Let's Experiment..]</title><content type='html'>Allow me to give you a very &lt;a href ="http://discuss.ntsl119.com"&gt;informative link&lt;/a&gt; about anything and everything in cyberspace and let me know if you're one of us. Experiment yourself to be part of our group. You are always welcome! :) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067722-109392815117264614?l=countessada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countessada.blogspot.com/feeds/109392815117264614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067722&amp;postID=109392815117264614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067722/posts/default/109392815117264614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067722/posts/default/109392815117264614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countessada.blogspot.com/2004/08/lets-experiment.html' title='[..Let&apos;s Experiment..]'/><author><name>TeenyBopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982697627293888037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/sylphy/countess.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067722.post-109367600057596999</id><published>2004-08-27T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T23:56:03.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[..PBOZ rawks!..]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://explode.to/pboz/"&gt;PBOZ PRODUCTIONS&lt;/a&gt;. The Online Portfolio of Mr. Paolo Ramirez of UIC. I saw his site's previous version but this one really Rocks!. Visit his site now. He is also accepting Gfx Design Jobs. Craving for cheesecakes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067722-109367600057596999?l=countessada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countessada.blogspot.com/feeds/109367600057596999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067722&amp;postID=109367600057596999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067722/posts/default/109367600057596999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067722/posts/default/109367600057596999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countessada.blogspot.com/2004/08/pboz-rawks.html' title='[..PBOZ rawks!..]'/><author><name>TeenyBopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982697627293888037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/sylphy/countess.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067722.post-109367242825315447</id><published>2004-08-27T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T22:53:48.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[..SkyCaptain..]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href = "http://www.skycaptain.com/"&gt; Sky Captain &amp; The World of Tomorrow&lt;/a&gt;. This movie will be shown on September 2004. Better watch out for it. I think it's nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067722-109367242825315447?l=countessada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countessada.blogspot.com/feeds/109367242825315447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067722&amp;postID=109367242825315447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067722/posts/default/109367242825315447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067722/posts/default/109367242825315447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countessada.blogspot.com/2004/08/skycaptain.html' title='[..SkyCaptain..]'/><author><name>TeenyBopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982697627293888037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/sylphy/countess.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067722.post-109366979002421193</id><published>2004-08-27T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T22:58:35.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[..Pinoy Fox..]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday we had a seminar on "GPRS". Hmm I just can't give too much of my attention coz in the first place i only owned Nokia 5110. Many say I have to change my cellphone and yup I will be buying a new and a very good one ( still saving for the price hehehehe). But still I can find time to focus on the certain topic because I AM NOT COMFORTABLE WITH MY SEAT. Well anyway, after the snacks I went out and proceed to the Laboratory and update my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, I saw RSG meeting with all the IT Men and talk about anything and everything. Maybe He misses his "tauhan" before in COMCEN. (BIG HUG naman Sir Randy! hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, if time allows please do visit. &lt;a href="http://philfoxdev.foxite.com/"&gt;Philippines Visual FoxPro User Group&lt;/a&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/8067722-109366979002421193?l=countessada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countessada.blogspot.com/feeds/109366979002421193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067722&amp;postID=109366979002421193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067722/posts/default/109366979002421193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067722/posts/default/109366979002421193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countessada.blogspot.com/2004/08/pinoy-fox.html' title='[..Pinoy Fox..]'/><author><name>TeenyBopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982697627293888037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/sylphy/countess.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067722.post-109357809353117022</id><published>2004-08-26T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T20:48:05.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[..Nice Desky ..]</title><content type='html'>             &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/sylphy/desktop.jpg" width =250 height= 200&gt;I love this theme a lot. Taken from Aston. &lt;a href ="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/sylphy/desktop.jpg"&gt;CLick here &lt;/a&gt; for large image. It's &lt;a href="http://nepthalytalavera.spymac.net/blog/"&gt;Areman&lt;/a&gt;'s Desktop btw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067722-109357809353117022?l=countessada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countessada.blogspot.com/feeds/109357809353117022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067722&amp;postID=109357809353117022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067722/posts/default/109357809353117022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067722/posts/default/109357809353117022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countessada.blogspot.com/2004/08/nice-desky.html' title='[..Nice Desky ..]'/><author><name>TeenyBopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982697627293888037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/sylphy/countess.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067722.post-109357373736507988</id><published>2004-08-26T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T23:01:02.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[..Hopes and Fears..]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://universitycommunications.uvm.edu/vq/vqsummer/breastcancer.html"&gt;Hopes and Fears &lt;/a&gt;.This gives me hopes that I should not be afraid about it. I have to follow the right things: Eat vegetables, execise and drink lots of water. Breast Pains are not cancerous.&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/8067722-109357373736507988?l=countessada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countessada.blogspot.com/feeds/109357373736507988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067722&amp;postID=109357373736507988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067722/posts/default/109357373736507988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067722/posts/default/109357373736507988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countessada.blogspot.com/2004/08/hopes-and-fears_109357373736507988.html' title='[..Hopes and Fears..]'/><author><name>TeenyBopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982697627293888037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/sylphy/countess.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067722.post-109357294387202296</id><published>2004-08-26T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T20:26:18.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[..Need not to worry..]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had may second left side breast operation last summer the first one was summer 2003. I know this thing is a bit upsetting knowing breast cancer is common these days. And now another case is now beginning to visible on my right breast. I didn't try to consult my doctor because I'm afraid that he might advice me for operation. That's why I'm observing the status of my breast for 6 months, if there will be changes might happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know how much I value my health. Though at first i was afraid of the implications of this cases. But I am asking God for strengths and I can handle this things buggin my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I realize, I'm not afraid anymore because I have this notion that it is impossible that I can acquire the serious problem relating my breast because my breast inheritance is negative, and I ektp on searching and reading articles in the internet and I know I'm not alone and millions of us are experiencing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bit vegetarian, I've learned to be like because is a MUST thing that i should do. But, still I know this will be alright and I'm sincerely hoping and asking God that if another operation will take place. That should be my 3rd and the very LAST OPERATION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you only know friends, how painful my breast. It aches in any time and in any place. It's hurt. But I have to handle it as much as I can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry about me, I know I will be ok..I don't want people worry. I don't want to see and hear you worry. Coz i can take seeing my MOM worrying too much about me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067722-109357294387202296?l=countessada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countessada.blogspot.com/feeds/109357294387202296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067722&amp;postID=109357294387202296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067722/posts/default/109357294387202296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067722/posts/default/109357294387202296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countessada.blogspot.com/2004/08/need-not-to-worry.html' title='[..Need not to worry..]'/><author><name>TeenyBopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982697627293888037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/sylphy/countess.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067722.post-109356925238371789</id><published>2004-08-26T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T18:15:26.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[..A software that meets your needs..]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href = "http://www.cnn.com/2004/TECH/internet/08/26/online.manufacturing.ap/index.html"&gt; Internet Machine Shop offers custom tooling&lt;/a&gt;. This enables users to freely design their needed machine parts and  have them manufactured in a friendly price. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067722-109356925238371789?l=countessada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countessada.blogspot.com/feeds/109356925238371789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067722&amp;postID=109356925238371789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067722/posts/default/109356925238371789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067722/posts/default/109356925238371789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countessada.blogspot.com/2004/08/software-that-meets-your-needs.html' title='[..A software that meets your needs..]'/><author><name>TeenyBopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982697627293888037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/sylphy/countess.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067722.post-109343121018709172</id><published>2004-08-25T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T03:54:01.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[..VBS as in Very Bad Spirit..]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://maks.ebloggy.com"&gt;Beakman &lt;/a&gt;'s post caught my attention when he pointed out about the word i uttered unto him about VBS. I didn't mean anything that concerns VBASIC but rather &lt;strong&gt;V&lt;/strong&gt;ery &lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;ad &lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;pirit because of what he said about his gf (sorry ka mark) and now he is talking about he thought as &lt;strong&gt;"VISUAL BASIC SUCKS"? &lt;/strong&gt;Hmmm do you know mark that I'll going to help my sister with her system in Visual Basic?? And there he is posting those drooling-XP-like-windows-system he made?. Very nice interface btw, i love it. Good Job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067722-109343121018709172?l=countessada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countessada.blogspot.com/feeds/109343121018709172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067722&amp;postID=109343121018709172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067722/posts/default/109343121018709172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067722/posts/default/109343121018709172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countessada.blogspot.com/2004/08/vbs-as-in-very-bad-spirit_25.html' title='[..VBS as in Very Bad Spirit..]'/><author><name>TeenyBopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982697627293888037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/sylphy/countess.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067722.post-109339881001374423</id><published>2004-08-24T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T03:57:48.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[..The Piece..]</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/sylphy/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a piece made by PAOLO RAMIREZ, a &lt;a href="http://www.ntsearch.com/search.php?q=Computer&amp;v=56"&gt;Computer&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.ntsearch.com/search.php?q=Science&amp;amp;v=56"&gt;Science&lt;/a&gt; student from &lt;a href="http://www.uic.edu.ph"&gt;UIC&lt;/a&gt;, for his entry in T-Shirt &lt;a href="http://www.ntsearch.com/search.php?q=Design&amp;amp;v=56"&gt;Design&lt;/a&gt; contest for the upcoming Intramurals 2004 on Sept. 6-11, 2004.&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/sylphy/untitled.bmp"&gt;CLick here&lt;/a&gt; for Large Image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067722-109339881001374423?l=countessada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countessada.blogspot.com/feeds/109339881001374423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067722&amp;postID=109339881001374423' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067722/posts/default/109339881001374423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067722/posts/default/109339881001374423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countessada.blogspot.com/2004/08/piece.html' title='[..The Piece..]'/><author><name>TeenyBopper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982697627293888037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/sylphy/countess.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
