<?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-8576433547559466671</id><updated>2012-02-01T09:42:09.487+08:00</updated><category term='Photos'/><category term='My Life'/><category term='Poems'/><category term='Gimiks'/><category term='Quotes'/><category term='Running'/><category term='Events'/><category term='Opinions'/><category term='Travel'/><category term='Love'/><title type='text'>The Quest for Absolute Nirvana</title><subtitle type='html'>Life is a never ending pursuit to happiness, you really have no idea to where will it lead you. It's unpredictable sometimes you thought your on the right track but in reality you haven't even started. It's an expedition don't let the negative stop you. You're in command. And you're the only one who can dictate your phase. The journey is not impossible is achievable and it all depends in you.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Prince Chubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04249677328060963309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R5aMEZmzZSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6FVM0OWVf-A/S220/cortex.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576433547559466671.post-846466673008897873</id><published>2008-10-08T14:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T14:53:17.858+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Running'/><title type='text'>Something New to Love</title><content type='html'>Ever since I really wanted to join a marathon event, but the problem is I have no idea where to start, I’ve been looking for sites in the web for race schedules, clubs or anything that can kick start my marathon career (**,) but I wasn’t able to look for a good site. My friend’s bf which also runs sent me a message telling me to check out takbo.ph which he also just discovered. So I checked out the site and to my eyes delight the site was loaded with info on schedule races for the coming months and you can also download the registration form straight into their site. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so happy and excited because I’ve got what I was wishing for, and guess what? … I’ve signed up for 4 races this month (**,) literally that's how excited I am. I’ll be running on the 11th, 18th, 19th and 26th of October and all of them are 10k runs, yes that’s right 10k and to think that it’ll be my first race instead of trying first the 5k I jumped to 10k. Good luck to me! But as the saying goes “No Pain No Gain” and I love challenging myself so bahala na si batman..  I run daily on an average of 3km per day at a steady phase so what’s another 7k right? (**,) hahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576433547559466671-846466673008897873?l=thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/feeds/846466673008897873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576433547559466671&amp;postID=846466673008897873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/846466673008897873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/846466673008897873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/2008/10/something-new-to-love.html' title='Something New to Love'/><author><name>Prince Chubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04249677328060963309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R5aMEZmzZSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6FVM0OWVf-A/S220/cortex.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576433547559466671.post-5542616603871898144</id><published>2008-10-08T14:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T14:06:10.208+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>I’m back</title><content type='html'>I’m done mourning over my father’s death… but did I really grieve over his death? I was always out every weekends enjoying what’s life to offer me. I was on a g’mik spree, my mom never said anything about it maybe because we’re not really open, we’re not the typical type of family who sit over dinner and talk about anything or everything that happened thru the day but I have no regrets or whatsoever and if I’m given the chance to live my life again and to be able to choose a perfect family, I will never think twice of choosing what I have right now to be with them over and over. Well everybody has their differences maybe I’m just the type of person who keeps his pains inside, trying to keep everything for himself and thinking always of the good side of life as a diversion to absolute loneliness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for that…I’m glad I’m back to blogg’n again, I’ve been stubborn during the past months but now I’m so back  and I found a new sport a hobby that doesn’t require you to be taller, to be physically fit, and to be with a team. All you need is a good pair of shoes. I’m talking about RUNNING, probably for some it’s a boring sport but running gives me that natural high a sense of fulfillment that I am becoming better, faster and stronger. Maybe you should try running, or anything that you haven’t tried yet, something new something that will jumpstart your life back to the right track.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576433547559466671-5542616603871898144?l=thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/feeds/5542616603871898144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576433547559466671&amp;postID=5542616603871898144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/5542616603871898144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/5542616603871898144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-back.html' title='I’m back'/><author><name>Prince Chubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04249677328060963309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R5aMEZmzZSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6FVM0OWVf-A/S220/cortex.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576433547559466671.post-3099539078913441637</id><published>2008-06-24T14:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T17:58:40.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dad (from a cousin's point of view)</title><content type='html'>Got this from my cousin's blog describing what my dad is all about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;uncle omeng, as i described him to a friend last night, was "sobrang funny and mabait". the best thing i liked about him was his laidback view about life. he took everything with a grain of salt: he was not a worrier. he refused to worry and just took life one day at a time. he was very funny. did i already say that? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe what i really mean to say is that he was the source of joy in our lives. it was a joy seeing him. i remember i hugged him when we had that photo taken. i remember talking to him for a long time outside of the restaurant where cheska had her reception after baptism. i remember teasing him before i left na hindi pa n'ya ko na-shopping. i remember him saying sorry and me saying that's ok uncle, naglalambing lang ako.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always remember my dad being the joker of the Espadilla clan, always trying to make everybody laugh till tears starts comming out from thier eyes. His an optimist, he stands by his moto of "Don't worry be happy" his a Tito, Vic and Joey fanatic no wonder all his punch line is somehow the same with the trio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's one of the many aspects I got, we got from our dad all 3 us got his genes. If your going to rank us whoes the one that resembles my dad the most that would be my youngest brother. My dad left him when he was 5 years old and I seem to wonder how did he grow up like my dad... funny, a little heard headed, got the angst in him, freindly (he got ton's of it), hardcore drinker the way he moves, the way he talks, he also got my father's fashion of going out the streets halfnaked (typical tambay sa kanto) that's why both of them are well tanned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576433547559466671-3099539078913441637?l=thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/feeds/3099539078913441637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576433547559466671&amp;postID=3099539078913441637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/3099539078913441637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/3099539078913441637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-dad-from-cousins-poit-of-view.html' title='My Dad (from a cousin&apos;s point of view)'/><author><name>Prince Chubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04249677328060963309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R5aMEZmzZSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6FVM0OWVf-A/S220/cortex.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576433547559466671.post-3096448777657440561</id><published>2008-06-20T10:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T10:16:19.802+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>THE GREATEST DAD IN THE WORLD</title><content type='html'>What does it take to be a father?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedication? Commitment? Love?  Hmmmm…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll tell you about the greatest dad in the world and that would be my dad, of course you are going to argue about that and say your dad is #1, well we all have our bets... but this is my moment, this is my blog go create one for your main man, your go-to-guy… your hero.I haven’t seen my dad for 14 years, he’s in the states working his butt out to fulfill his dream of giving us a better life. 14 years and he didn’t pay us a visit? To answer your question, he’s an illegal alien (TNT it’s what they normally call it). It’s the only way, that’s his best option at that time there’s many consequences at stake, and it turn out to be a great decision. A decision that takes a lot of balls, he made a sacrifice of leaving his family in order for it to stay as a family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend once told me if he’s on that position he would never do that he’ll rather see his family go thru the hardship rather than to leave. I respect his opinion, but I have to ask him if it’s ok for him to see his family hungry? The nightly fights of you and your wife arguing about money, you having a mediocre pay check? Diminishing friends because you couldn’t pay the money you borrowed from them. And your children asking you why can’t we have these and that, what’s the difference between a public and a private school? Eventually, you’ll end up looking back at the lost opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are not rich, if it wasn’t for my dad’s sacrifice I would be a different person from today, probably I’m a loser right now. He was able to give us life and that’s what I like about him he never thinks of himself his not selfish. All of us we’re able to study on a private school went to college and got a degree. He provided us everything toys, expensive basketball shoes, clothes, gadgets, my car. He never said no to us, never. Everything our heart’s desire, he’s like a Genie.Another aspect of my father is him being faithful to us especially to my mom, He can have a second family there but he remains faithful to us. 14 years of dedication to your family that’s miles away from you. That’s what you call love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing about my father is he was able to teach us is respect, we we’re never scared of him but we respect him a lot. Every time my mom tells him about us, arguing with one another, making stupid mistake, he will talk to us and dissect to every little details of the mistakes we made. We grow up without a father but I’m proud to say we end up being responsible. Me and my second brother got our degrees the youngest will have his soon. We never got into big troubles and we never gave our parents heartaches. Well, I have to give credit to the greatest mom on this world too for that, and that would be my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons I've learned from my dad…&lt;br /&gt;“Walang taong bobo, tamad lang”&lt;br /&gt;“Walang lalakeng umiiyak”&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t worry be happy”&lt;br /&gt;“Make sacrifices, work hard and love your family”&lt;br /&gt;“Lahat ng bagay napagaaralan”&lt;br /&gt;“Kung sila na kaya, ikaw pa!”&lt;br /&gt;“Gumamit ka ng condom” – heheh ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY DAD IS THE GREATEST, I WILL NOT TRADE HIM FOR THE WORLD!!!&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU PAPA OMENG!&lt;br /&gt;I MISS YOU SO MUCH!&lt;br /&gt;I’LL SEE YOU IN HEAVEN…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576433547559466671-3096448777657440561?l=thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/feeds/3096448777657440561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576433547559466671&amp;postID=3096448777657440561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/3096448777657440561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/3096448777657440561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/2008/06/greatest-dad-in-world.html' title='THE GREATEST DAD IN THE WORLD'/><author><name>Prince Chubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04249677328060963309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R5aMEZmzZSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6FVM0OWVf-A/S220/cortex.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576433547559466671.post-3108856468330844567</id><published>2008-06-20T10:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T10:33:37.732+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>A LETTER TO PAPA</title><content type='html'>Dear Papa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamusta ka na? Kaw ha nag give up ka kagad, sana lumaban ka pa baka binigyan pa tayo ni Lord ng isa pang chance. Nagtatampo ako syo kasi iniwan mo na kami, hindi ka manlang nagpaalam sa amin, hindi ko manlang nasabi syo kung gaano kita kamahal, ska ung mga plano ko syo pag nagkita tyo wala na lahat. Sayang papa hindi mo manlang nakita ung mga apo mo puro babae, malamang sobrang spoiled sa iyo yun kung nagkataon. Papa, wala ng mag bibigay sa akin ng advice alam mo naman hindi ako nag oopen up kay mama eh. Papa miss na miss na kita, wala na kaming matatangap na overseas call from you every time na may occasion. Wala narin mga request, wala na kming go-to-guy. Hindi mo manlang ako nabigyan ng tips kung pano tumayo bilang head of the family, pero I’ll do my best I’ll see to it na everything will be in order here the way you want it to be. Ako na bahala sa mga kapatid ko sa ka kay mama alagaan ko silang mabuti.  Papa hindi parin ako makapaniwala na wala ka na talaga. Hintayin mo nlang kami dyan sa langit ha. I Love you PAPA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;JR&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576433547559466671-3108856468330844567?l=thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/feeds/3108856468330844567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576433547559466671&amp;postID=3108856468330844567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/3108856468330844567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/3108856468330844567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/2008/06/letter-to-papa.html' title='A LETTER TO PAPA'/><author><name>Prince Chubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04249677328060963309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R5aMEZmzZSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6FVM0OWVf-A/S220/cortex.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576433547559466671.post-912397961322830495</id><published>2008-06-20T10:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T10:29:46.743+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>A PRAYER</title><content type='html'>Dear Lord,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so soon? Why does it have to be now? Why My Lord? You never even give me the chance to say goodbye to him. Every time I pray to you, I always ask you to take care of him to keep my family healthy and away from harm, and if one of us has to go… let it be me. Lord, sana ako nlang kinuha nyo. I have been with my mom and my two brothers for 25 years and with my dad for 11 years. My dad has been deprived of seeing his family grow, being with them in times we needed a father most. My two brothers never got that experience especially the youngest one. Lord sana hindi nyo muna siya kinuha, sana binigyan nyo pa po kmi ng chance na magkita ulit at makasama sya kahit isang buong araw lang. Lord bakit? Ang dami kong pangarap sa papa ko, sabi ko pag nagkita kami ililibre ko sya, mag iinuman kami, mag bobonding kami, ibibili ko sya ng bahay, susuklian ko lahat ng ginawa nya para sa amin pero kinuha mo sya agad, ngayon… paano ko na magagawa yun? My dad has been good to us, he made sacrifices and all I’m praying for ever since is one day he’ll be with us again, to play with her 2 grand children, to see the success of his hardwork and sacrifices. Lord, for 14 years my father is so lonely and all he ever wanted is to be with us again but you didn’t allowed it, you never made it happen even just for a day. I want to be angry with you, but I know its wrong… You have your reason, and sometimes, most of the time we just can’t understand your reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord kayo na bahala sa papa ko, forgive the sins that he made, Maybe both of you are talking right now him asking you why did you get him so early, you have your reason Lord. Please bless him, I’m praying for you right now to forgive the sins that he made and bring him to heaven with You because that’s the only thing I’m looking to right now, to be with my father again in your Kingdom.Thank you Lord!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576433547559466671-912397961322830495?l=thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/feeds/912397961322830495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576433547559466671&amp;postID=912397961322830495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/912397961322830495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/912397961322830495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/2008/06/prayer.html' title='A PRAYER'/><author><name>Prince Chubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04249677328060963309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R5aMEZmzZSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6FVM0OWVf-A/S220/cortex.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576433547559466671.post-5693932774587164938</id><published>2008-06-20T10:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T10:20:51.869+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>THE NEWS</title><content type='html'>June 17, 2008 midnight, I was on my way to meet a friend when suddenly I received a call from my tito, just by the sound of him I can feel there’s something wrong, he told me that he was trying to contact my mom but she was not answering, my tito is hesitant to break the news “telling me wag akong mabibigla at magpakatatag ako” just by that phrase I knew already that it’s about my dad, he wasn’t able to tell me directly  and he passed it to my tita, my tita started crying and told me the wala ni si… and I started crying, it happened so fast, I wasn’t prepared I didn’t expect it to  happen. I was the first one to know in the family. After that, I called my mom right away she’s at the hospital and I asked her if visitors are still allowed to go inside, she don’t want me to come anymore she told me that my dad had a heart attack and pray for him that’s all she knows. The line wasn’t clear so I decided to hang up and go to the hospital. I was driving, crying, talking to myself, to God and to my papa.  When I arrived at the hospital I saw my mom crying hard talking to someone at the phone, my youngest brother was there he’s eyes full of tears I started crying again, all of us. My 2nd brother was the last one to know. That night of 061708 was the saddest day of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576433547559466671-5693932774587164938?l=thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/feeds/5693932774587164938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576433547559466671&amp;postID=5693932774587164938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/5693932774587164938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/5693932774587164938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/2008/06/news.html' title='THE NEWS'/><author><name>Prince Chubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04249677328060963309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R5aMEZmzZSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6FVM0OWVf-A/S220/cortex.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576433547559466671.post-2696486224071933773</id><published>2008-05-07T20:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T15:49:24.623+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gimiks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>PUERTO GALERA - Mindoro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_URdMheZ15KE/SCGe5oFbAgI/AAAAAAAAAIU/xKIsduiKYL4/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197610157812154882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_URdMheZ15KE/SCGe5oFbAgI/AAAAAAAAAIU/xKIsduiKYL4/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_URdMheZ15KE/SCGewoFbAfI/AAAAAAAAAIM/MX7yUNyVng8/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197610003193332210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_URdMheZ15KE/SCGewoFbAfI/AAAAAAAAAIM/MX7yUNyVng8/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_URdMheZ15KE/SCGeo4FbAeI/AAAAAAAAAIE/N_NmpritRSQ/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197609870049346018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_URdMheZ15KE/SCGeo4FbAeI/AAAAAAAAAIE/N_NmpritRSQ/s400/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_URdMheZ15KE/SCGeg4FbAdI/AAAAAAAAAH8/hjL_JNhBlEo/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197609732610392530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_URdMheZ15KE/SCGeg4FbAdI/AAAAAAAAAH8/hjL_JNhBlEo/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_URdMheZ15KE/SCGeUYFbAcI/AAAAAAAAAH0/kH7f6TUoOKI/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197609517862027714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_URdMheZ15KE/SCGeUYFbAcI/AAAAAAAAAH0/kH7f6TUoOKI/s400/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576433547559466671-2696486224071933773?l=thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/feeds/2696486224071933773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576433547559466671&amp;postID=2696486224071933773' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/2696486224071933773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/2696486224071933773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/2008/05/puerto-galera-mindoro.html' title='PUERTO GALERA - Mindoro'/><author><name>Prince Chubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04249677328060963309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R5aMEZmzZSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6FVM0OWVf-A/S220/cortex.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_URdMheZ15KE/SCGe5oFbAgI/AAAAAAAAAIU/xKIsduiKYL4/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576433547559466671.post-2511712035980343834</id><published>2008-04-29T15:07:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T15:49:26.865+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gimiks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>CANYON COVE - BATANGAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_URdMheZ15KE/SBba7DBMRjI/AAAAAAAAAHk/L5Fy6f24f84/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194579928175887922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_URdMheZ15KE/SBba7DBMRjI/AAAAAAAAAHk/L5Fy6f24f84/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_URdMheZ15KE/SBbXhTBMRhI/AAAAAAAAAHU/SqudqCe-I4g/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194576187259373074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_URdMheZ15KE/SBbXhTBMRhI/AAAAAAAAAHU/SqudqCe-I4g/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_URdMheZ15KE/SBbXEDBMRgI/AAAAAAAAAHM/EsOlXAOX-Kg/s1600-h/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194575684748199426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_URdMheZ15KE/SBbXEDBMRgI/AAAAAAAAAHM/EsOlXAOX-Kg/s400/3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_URdMheZ15KE/SBbW7jBMRfI/AAAAAAAAAHE/r3JEPxuu8I0/s1600-h/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194575538719311346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_URdMheZ15KE/SBbW7jBMRfI/AAAAAAAAAHE/r3JEPxuu8I0/s400/4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_URdMheZ15KE/SBbWcTBMReI/AAAAAAAAAG8/w-oQ_q1-8d0/s1600-h/5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194575001848399330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_URdMheZ15KE/SBbWcTBMReI/AAAAAAAAAG8/w-oQ_q1-8d0/s400/5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_URdMheZ15KE/SBbV1zBMRdI/AAAAAAAAAG0/HYkTqMvHXTg/s1600-h/6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194574340423435730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_URdMheZ15KE/SBbV1zBMRdI/AAAAAAAAAG0/HYkTqMvHXTg/s400/6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_URdMheZ15KE/SBbUdjBMRcI/AAAAAAAAAGs/wjTQgVO19Qw/s1600-h/7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194572824299980226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_URdMheZ15KE/SBbUdjBMRcI/AAAAAAAAAGs/wjTQgVO19Qw/s400/7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_URdMheZ15KE/SBbSKTBMRbI/AAAAAAAAAGk/dS8GliMYNuU/s1600-h/8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194570294564242866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_URdMheZ15KE/SBbSKTBMRbI/AAAAAAAAAGk/dS8GliMYNuU/s400/8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_URdMheZ15KE/SBbR9zBMRaI/AAAAAAAAAGc/UdZzJJGhbVw/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194570079815878050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_URdMheZ15KE/SBbR9zBMRaI/AAAAAAAAAGc/UdZzJJGhbVw/s400/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_URdMheZ15KE/SBbRKzBMRZI/AAAAAAAAAGU/jkKj06zeDUM/s1600-h/10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194569203642549650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_URdMheZ15KE/SBbRKzBMRZI/AAAAAAAAAGU/jkKj06zeDUM/s400/10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576433547559466671-2511712035980343834?l=thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/feeds/2511712035980343834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576433547559466671&amp;postID=2511712035980343834' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/2511712035980343834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/2511712035980343834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/2008/04/canyon-cove-batangas.html' title='CANYON COVE - BATANGAS'/><author><name>Prince Chubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04249677328060963309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R5aMEZmzZSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6FVM0OWVf-A/S220/cortex.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_URdMheZ15KE/SBba7DBMRjI/AAAAAAAAAHk/L5Fy6f24f84/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576433547559466671.post-828628416404336162</id><published>2008-04-22T14:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T13:26:00.033+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gimiks'/><title type='text'>I'm Back!</title><content type='html'>We’ll it’s been a long time since I’ve updated my blog, I’ve been busy working on “Project Sexy Boy”. So far it’s been doing well from 150 last month I’m on 140 now and the result is starting to show. I’m now a size 30 from a high of 34, I can now wear fit clothes and recently hearing praises from my colleagues like “Ang payat mo nah!” and it felt real GOOD. I’m gaining my confidence back and I love it. Well I’m still half way to 120 but I’m slowly getting there. I’m not on a hurry anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s summer and it’s time to hit the beach. My friends and I got it all planned up for half of this season, unfortunately the downside of it is I’m going to get a tan which I really don’t like. Anyways here’s our schedule:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;April 26 - Canyon Cove - Batangas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;May 3-4 - Puerto Galera - Mindoro&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;May 24-26 - La Union (We'll try Surfing)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll be sharing our photos so don't worry... ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576433547559466671-828628416404336162?l=thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/feeds/828628416404336162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576433547559466671&amp;postID=828628416404336162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/828628416404336162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/828628416404336162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!'/><author><name>Prince Chubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04249677328060963309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R5aMEZmzZSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6FVM0OWVf-A/S220/cortex.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576433547559466671.post-1807488060406705046</id><published>2008-03-06T10:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T10:47:54.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PROJECT SEXY BOY</title><content type='html'>I love watching wrestling, when I was a kid  I used to believed that those wrestlers are for real. Everybody was telling me that it's scripted but I couldn’t believe it back then all those slam banging, bone crushing action looks real to me. I just realize it when I step into high school I observed that all their moves are timed and there was this T.V. show that exposed every shit about wrestling. Though I believed every fan out there knows wrestling is fake they still watches it because it so entertaining they even called it the soap opera for Men. And I prefer watching it over the real one, I find the sport boring and lame and I wish it would be replace by Mix Martial Arts Fighting in the Olympics that would be a lot of fun to watch. Back to wrestling, I was a fan of Stone Cold, The Rock, X-pac and Shawn Michaels. All superstars have their code names and famous lines from The Rock's "Do you smell what the Rock is cookin" to DX "Suck it" Shawn Michael's A.K.A Heart Break Kid entrance theme song "Sexy Boy" is my favorite.  The song goes like this "I'm not your Boy Toy... I'm just a Sexy Boy"... Sexyyy Boooooy.. haha.. So once I reach my goal of 120 lbs.  I'll be having a moniker of "Sexy Boy" hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From 153 lbs. last month, I'm now at 150 Lbs. I was really disappointed on the result last month just 3 lbs., I was aiming for 8 lbs., 5 lbs. short. Exercise Program was fine, but my diet is at fault it's really hard to turn down a good food specially free ones but I'm cutting my portion and eventually I'll be eating less than I should. I'm targeting 140lbs. this month. How I wish!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576433547559466671-1807488060406705046?l=thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/feeds/1807488060406705046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576433547559466671&amp;postID=1807488060406705046' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/1807488060406705046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/1807488060406705046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/2008/03/project-sexy-boy.html' title='PROJECT SEXY BOY'/><author><name>Prince Chubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04249677328060963309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R5aMEZmzZSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6FVM0OWVf-A/S220/cortex.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576433547559466671.post-8285703147412309396</id><published>2008-02-20T17:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T17:38:35.905+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Motivation is what gets you started, habit is what keeps you going."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Fitness First&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576433547559466671-8285703147412309396?l=thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/feeds/8285703147412309396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576433547559466671&amp;postID=8285703147412309396' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/8285703147412309396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/8285703147412309396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/2008/02/motivation-is-what-gets-you-started.html' title=''/><author><name>Prince Chubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04249677328060963309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R5aMEZmzZSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6FVM0OWVf-A/S220/cortex.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576433547559466671.post-327973892922375746</id><published>2008-02-18T09:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T09:45:59.873+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First saturday that Hon is miles away form me, I went to the gym for my work out. When I came back home my tito from the US payed a visit and invited us for a massage at a spa near ABS. My friends and I are scheduled to meet late at night at Makati but unfortunately for some reason it didn't push true.  That's when I felt I'm alone I started missing hon. I really want to go out that night so I asked my HS friends if they could join me for coffee at Araneta. It was a lonely night for me but  I know I can adjust.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576433547559466671-327973892922375746?l=thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/feeds/327973892922375746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576433547559466671&amp;postID=327973892922375746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/327973892922375746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/327973892922375746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/2008/02/first-saturday-that-hon-is-miles-away.html' title=''/><author><name>Prince Chubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04249677328060963309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R5aMEZmzZSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6FVM0OWVf-A/S220/cortex.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576433547559466671.post-5112062952221130706</id><published>2008-02-17T08:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T09:35:25.147+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Wake up early to jog around Araneta Center today and to buy flowers for my mom and Jhen. I bought 3 pcs of red roses for my mom and 1 dozen of yellow roses for Hon &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;why yellow? well I really don't know that it's stands for friendship all I planned is that red is to common so I want to make it different this time).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I asked a friend of ours who also works on the same company as Hon a favor to put the flowers at her cube for my valentines surprise for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Valentines almost end up a nightmare again coz again I become impatient waiting for her. I was texting her a dozen times and I haven't gotten any reply fro her so I felt like clueless, will I stay at the Gym or go to her office. So when we met we we're bought speechless she knows I pissed. It's when we had our dinner when we started talking. We ate dinner at Texas Roadside Grill @ El Pueblo. The food is good but expensive but it's valentines so who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the night at her house coz she'll be leaving on Saturday for her work. We're about to sleep when she started crying I hug her and told her that I'm going to miss her. 6 months is no joke I really felt sad but it’s for her own good. She has a bright future ahead of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke up early coz she still needs to buy some stuff for her travel and we're going to meet her High School friends for dinner @ Trinoma. We bought a silver friendship band at the store and I requested a Nike pack from her as a valentine’s gift from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrive home she starts preparing her stuff I slept for an hour because I'm going to drive her to the airport at 3 am in the morning her flight is at 6 am. When we we're at the airport I wanted to hug her but I felt awkward coz her mom is with us. We just kissed and said goodbye.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576433547559466671-5112062952221130706?l=thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/feeds/5112062952221130706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576433547559466671&amp;postID=5112062952221130706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/5112062952221130706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/5112062952221130706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/2008/02/wake-up-early-today-to-jog-around.html' title=''/><author><name>Prince Chubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04249677328060963309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R5aMEZmzZSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6FVM0OWVf-A/S220/cortex.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576433547559466671.post-8130272928759161848</id><published>2008-02-08T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T15:49:27.965+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>My Top 5 Female Athlete</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R6v9jlPfhmI/AAAAAAAAAFU/XNRk8F0jb04/s1600-h/Maria+Nike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164500185444746850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R6v9jlPfhmI/AAAAAAAAAFU/XNRk8F0jb04/s200/Maria+Nike.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;#1 Maria Sharapova (Tennis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R6v9j1PfhnI/AAAAAAAAAFc/XcuDubavJ7k/s1600-h/Anna+6.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164500189739714162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R6v9j1PfhnI/AAAAAAAAAFc/XcuDubavJ7k/s200/Anna+6.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#2 Ana Ivanovic (Tennis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R6v9jVPfhlI/AAAAAAAAAFM/M_y9yyWODOs/s1600-h/Tokyo_994.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164500181149779538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R6v9jVPfhlI/AAAAAAAAAFM/M_y9yyWODOs/s200/Tokyo_994.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#3 Martina Hingis (Tennis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R6v-1FPfhoI/AAAAAAAAAFk/xqNnOvciFeI/s1600-h/michelle+wee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164501585604085378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R6v-1FPfhoI/AAAAAAAAAFk/xqNnOvciFeI/s200/michelle+wee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#4 Michelle Wei (Golf)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R6v9jFPfhkI/AAAAAAAAAFE/5_CJeJXntJU/s1600-h/gaby-dela-merced02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164500176854812226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R6v9jFPfhkI/AAAAAAAAAFE/5_CJeJXntJU/s200/gaby-dela-merced02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;#5 Gabbe dela Merced (Car Racer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576433547559466671-8130272928759161848?l=thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/feeds/8130272928759161848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576433547559466671&amp;postID=8130272928759161848' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/8130272928759161848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/8130272928759161848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-top-5-female-athlete.html' title='My Top 5 Female Athlete'/><author><name>Prince Chubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04249677328060963309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R5aMEZmzZSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6FVM0OWVf-A/S220/cortex.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R6v9jlPfhmI/AAAAAAAAAFU/XNRk8F0jb04/s72-c/Maria+Nike.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576433547559466671.post-6431445442286917001</id><published>2008-02-08T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T15:49:34.952+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>I Love Sneakers</title><content type='html'>Back in my teenage days I love sneakers so much especially basketball shoes and my favorite brand would be Nike or nothing. Everytime Nike releases a new shoe I made sure that, its's on my wish list to my dad. Unfortunately I forgot to collect them and most of them are in the trash already so I have search for the actual shoe color in the net. Me and my middle brother are the one's who love sneakers a lot the youngest doesn't. I plan to start collecting Nike sneakers again and this time I'm going to keep them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R6vpbFPfheI/AAAAAAAAAEU/baTllU2alrQ/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164478049183303138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R6vpbFPfheI/AAAAAAAAAEU/baTllU2alrQ/s200/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My First Shoe Jordan 6 (Grade 6) from my aunt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R6vpbVPfhfI/AAAAAAAAAEc/cM4y4Iyt0qQ/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164478053478270450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R6vpbVPfhfI/AAAAAAAAAEc/cM4y4Iyt0qQ/s200/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Air Max Uptempo (HS Freshman) from Dad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R6vpbVPfhgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/EbVAWQXPs38/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164478053478270466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R6vpbVPfhgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/EbVAWQXPs38/s200/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Air Foamposite (2nd - 4th yr) from dad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R6vpblPfhhI/AAAAAAAAAEs/5wQ8fqaLzdg/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164478057773237778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R6vpblPfhhI/AAAAAAAAAEs/5wQ8fqaLzdg/s200/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jordan 13 (My youngest brother's shoe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R6vpmFPfhjI/AAAAAAAAAE8/B_A8lkt6OB0/s1600-h/penny3_blk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164478238161864242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R6vpmFPfhjI/AAAAAAAAAE8/B_A8lkt6OB0/s200/penny3_blk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Air Penny 4 (My middle brother's shoe)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R6voz1PfhZI/AAAAAAAAADs/1_i9rRU5uPo/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R6vpb1PfhiI/AAAAAAAAAE0/xfukzWVksPY/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164478062068205090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R6vpb1PfhiI/AAAAAAAAAE0/xfukzWVksPY/s200/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nike Shox BB (College Freshman) from dad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R6vo0FPfhaI/AAAAAAAAAD0/afId1j_a05Q/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R6voz1PfhZI/AAAAAAAAADs/1_i9rRU5uPo/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164477374873437586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R6voz1PfhZI/AAAAAAAAADs/1_i9rRU5uPo/s200/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Air Jordan Low (My Middle Brother's Shoe) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R6vo0FPfhaI/AAAAAAAAAD0/afId1j_a05Q/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164477379168404898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R6vo0FPfhaI/AAAAAAAAAD0/afId1j_a05Q/s200/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordan Trunner Scorch (3rd -4th college shoe) from dad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R6vo0lPfhbI/AAAAAAAAAD8/iQTXyuZc3Hg/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164477387758339506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R6vo0lPfhbI/AAAAAAAAAD8/iQTXyuZc3Hg/s200/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nike Free 5.0 from my pay check ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R6vo01PfhcI/AAAAAAAAAEE/3E0yULvnyFE/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164477392053306818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R6vo01PfhcI/AAAAAAAAAEE/3E0yULvnyFE/s200/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nike Air Force 1 Low (from lolo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R6vo01PfhdI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CD171kcGNGw/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164477392053306834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R6vo01PfhdI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CD171kcGNGw/s200/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nike Air Force 1 Low (My Middle Brother's Shoe)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576433547559466671-6431445442286917001?l=thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/feeds/6431445442286917001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576433547559466671&amp;postID=6431445442286917001' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/6431445442286917001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/6431445442286917001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/2008/02/back-in-my-teenage-days-i-love-sneakers.html' title='I Love Sneakers'/><author><name>Prince Chubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04249677328060963309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R5aMEZmzZSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6FVM0OWVf-A/S220/cortex.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R6vpbFPfheI/AAAAAAAAAEU/baTllU2alrQ/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576433547559466671.post-927422516931815506</id><published>2008-02-05T08:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T09:06:24.952+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back to fitness first again but this time it's just for 4 months and this time I promise to myself that I'm going to make the most out of it. I got a lot of plans this year for myself I already started running &amp;amp; lifting weights and my next plan would be to play tennis. I really wanted to try tennis since college but the problem is it can't be played alone unless your going to face the wall. My freinds are not interested in the sport and looking for a partner is really hard but I'm decided to play it even if I have to pay for a hitting buddy. I'm just waiting for my tennis shoes and racket which will be provided by tito D and Ate L. I also planned to swim every sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If everything goes as plan my activities would be schedule like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Monday: Jogging &amp;amp; Weight Training&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tuesday: Jogging &amp;amp; Weight Training&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wednesday: Jogging &amp;amp; Tennis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thursday: Jogging &amp;amp; Weight Training&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Friday: Jogging &amp;amp; Weight Training&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Saturday: Tennis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sunday: Swimming / Tennis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll commit myself to physical fitness! Hehehe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576433547559466671-927422516931815506?l=thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/feeds/927422516931815506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576433547559466671&amp;postID=927422516931815506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/927422516931815506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/927422516931815506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-back-to-fitness-first-again-but-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Prince Chubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04249677328060963309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R5aMEZmzZSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6FVM0OWVf-A/S220/cortex.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576433547559466671.post-1704405372706913025</id><published>2008-02-01T08:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T09:17:20.000+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>New Year Resolution (Revisited)</title><content type='html'>Well it's been a month now and I want to revisit my resolution for this year so let see if I've accomplished some of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I'm going to lose 30 lbs. this year - &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;FROM 160lbs to 153lbs damn! im on the right track!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I'm going to run - &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;4x a week every morning before going to work!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I'll be patient - &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;% improvement so far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I'll be honest. no more lies - ...&lt;br /&gt;* I'll finish my debt and start saving -&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;if it wasn't for my car I could have paid half of it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I'm going to be a defensive driver - ...&lt;br /&gt;* I'll stop being stubborn - ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576433547559466671-1704405372706913025?l=thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/feeds/1704405372706913025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576433547559466671&amp;postID=1704405372706913025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/1704405372706913025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/1704405372706913025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/2008/02/new-year-resolution-revisited.html' title='New Year Resolution (Revisited)'/><author><name>Prince Chubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04249677328060963309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R5aMEZmzZSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6FVM0OWVf-A/S220/cortex.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576433547559466671.post-8813454400103633077</id><published>2008-01-28T09:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T10:01:10.546+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Everything works, but nothing works forever"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-IronWorkout.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576433547559466671-8813454400103633077?l=thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/feeds/8813454400103633077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576433547559466671&amp;postID=8813454400103633077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/8813454400103633077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/8813454400103633077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/2008/01/everything-works-but-nothing-works.html' title=''/><author><name>Prince Chubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04249677328060963309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R5aMEZmzZSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6FVM0OWVf-A/S220/cortex.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576433547559466671.post-3194592433828930152</id><published>2008-01-26T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T13:38:29.886+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rating my bday from 1 to 10 (1 being the lowest) I'll give it a 6,  it went well but not as I planned it to be. It could be the last time that I'll be spending it at home and with two sets of friends under one place. I really don't feel like sharing it here but don't get the idea that I didn't enjoy. Remember, I gave it a 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26th of January didn't really work out for me, I spent 1600 for my car aircon repair but bad luck seems coming my way, I have to return it maybe next week for the mechanic to check what's really wrong, probably condenser problem or whatever. I'm more worried about the expenses. I'm so fucked up! I really didn't expect having a car will cost me this much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576433547559466671-3194592433828930152?l=thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/feeds/3194592433828930152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576433547559466671&amp;postID=3194592433828930152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/3194592433828930152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/3194592433828930152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/2008/01/rating-my-bday-from-1-to-10-1-being.html' title=''/><author><name>Prince Chubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04249677328060963309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R5aMEZmzZSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6FVM0OWVf-A/S220/cortex.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576433547559466671.post-7274598230954721326</id><published>2008-01-25T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T15:34:08.479+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>I LOVE YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I fell in love with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was like a dream come true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You chased away my pain &amp;amp; sadness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And replaced it with joy &amp;amp; happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want you to know my love is true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I will forever and always cherish you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We've shared many first times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And we'll have many more to come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I promise I'll never leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'Cuz you make my life complete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm so crazy about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't know what to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Everytime I look into your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I see a love that never ends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They shine like the stars in the moonlit sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shine on me so beautiful and so bright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They're like beams of light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That light up my dark and lonely night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love everything you say and do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'Cuz who I love... is you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just want you to know I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And nobody will ever love you like I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't care what people say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'Cuz I'm gonna love you anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576433547559466671-7274598230954721326?l=thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/feeds/7274598230954721326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576433547559466671&amp;postID=7274598230954721326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/7274598230954721326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/7274598230954721326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-love-you.html' title='I LOVE YOU'/><author><name>Prince Chubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04249677328060963309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R5aMEZmzZSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6FVM0OWVf-A/S220/cortex.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576433547559466671.post-7713638222314662589</id><published>2008-01-25T09:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T15:49:36.177+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R5lQQVPfhLI/AAAAAAAAAB8/EJaUezX_vL0/s1600-h/0125_090459.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159243089639867570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R5lQQVPfhLI/AAAAAAAAAB8/EJaUezX_vL0/s200/0125_090459.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Early gifts from my officemates, thanks guys!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never taught that planning a birthday party will be to much of a pressure to me, well it's my 25th birthday and I want to spend it with a bang but unfortunately I ain't got dough. I received 50 from my dad but the way dollars is slumping... If it wasn't from my cc debts and my driving accidents (more of a stupidity) I'll be living lavida loca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to held it on my crib but unfortunately my mom told me she can't cook for some reason, so I told her it's ok I'll just celebrate it somewhere, so I asked a few friends if they know a place somewhere in timog or eastwood that is cheaper. I was still undecided on where will I be spending it then I received I text message from my mom and she told me that she'll prepare foods for my birthday. Whew! mga nanay talaga hindi matiis ang mga anak. So problem solved I'll be spending it on my crib.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576433547559466671-7713638222314662589?l=thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/feeds/7713638222314662589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576433547559466671&amp;postID=7713638222314662589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/7713638222314662589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/7713638222314662589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-never-taught-that-planning-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>Prince Chubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04249677328060963309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R5aMEZmzZSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6FVM0OWVf-A/S220/cortex.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R5lQQVPfhLI/AAAAAAAAAB8/EJaUezX_vL0/s72-c/0125_090459.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576433547559466671.post-8918921217312249747</id><published>2008-01-24T08:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T14:39:18.447+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Help me help you and I'll show you the Money!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;from the movie&lt;/span&gt; Jerry Maguire&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576433547559466671-8918921217312249747?l=thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/feeds/8918921217312249747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576433547559466671&amp;postID=8918921217312249747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/8918921217312249747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/8918921217312249747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/2008/01/help-me-help-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Prince Chubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04249677328060963309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R5aMEZmzZSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6FVM0OWVf-A/S220/cortex.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576433547559466671.post-8629430271299337587</id><published>2008-01-21T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T13:53:55.892+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><title type='text'>BIRTHDAY BOY!</title><content type='html'>5 days to go before my much awaited Silver Anniversary of longevity on earth. I can't believe that I'm 25 right now I still feel like I just turn 21. If i was just not 40 lbs overweight right now I would look like a fresh grad... honest! There was a meeting at the office and a lady told me that I look just like a kid among them. I was really flattered. Anyway it's going to my birthday on the 26th and I have to have some sort of a birthday wish list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in random order...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Havaianas "Cartunista" size 41/42 - i like the white one or the green one&lt;br /&gt;Designer Whey Protien Powder - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Chocolate Flavor) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tuesday With Morrie, 5 People You Meet in Heaven, For One More Day by Mitch Albom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;("Must have! this 3 books cost less than a thousand pesos ;)" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- My Friends @ CDI promises to give me all 3... YEEESSS!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Being Happy by Andrew Matthews&lt;br /&gt;Slim Fit Polo Shirt&lt;br /&gt;Nike Shirt&lt;/div&gt;Billabong &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Board Shorts or the brown checkered shorts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girbaud wallet&lt;br /&gt;Car Mat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably be the one to buy some of it... but it would be much appreciated if I can get it as gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... GO..GO..GO shorty it's my birthday and I'm gonna party coz it's my birthday!!! And I don't give a damn coz it's my birthday!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576433547559466671-8629430271299337587?l=thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/feeds/8629430271299337587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576433547559466671&amp;postID=8629430271299337587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/8629430271299337587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/8629430271299337587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/2008/01/birthday-boy.html' title='BIRTHDAY BOY!'/><author><name>Prince Chubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04249677328060963309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R5aMEZmzZSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6FVM0OWVf-A/S220/cortex.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576433547559466671.post-8449639878847713911</id><published>2008-01-20T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T17:37:31.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One More Chance (2nd Time Around)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Hate That I Love You"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Her:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That's how much I love you&lt;br /&gt;That's how much I need you&lt;br /&gt;And I can't stand you&lt;br /&gt;Must everything you do make me wanna smile&lt;br /&gt;Can I not like you for awhile? (No....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Me:]&lt;br /&gt;But you won't let me&lt;br /&gt;You upset me girl&lt;br /&gt;And then you kiss my lips&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden I forget (that I was upset)&lt;br /&gt;Can't remember what you did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Her:]&lt;br /&gt;But I hate it...&lt;br /&gt;You know exactly what to do&lt;br /&gt;So that I can't stay mad at you&lt;br /&gt;For too long that's wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Me:]&lt;br /&gt;But I hate it...&lt;br /&gt;You know exactly how to touch&lt;br /&gt;So that I don't want to fuss.. and fight no more&lt;br /&gt;Said I despise that I adore you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Her:]&lt;br /&gt;And I hate how much I love you boy (yeah...)&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand how much I need you (I need you...)&lt;br /&gt;And I hate how much I love you boy (oh whoa..)&lt;br /&gt;But I just can't let you go&lt;br /&gt;And I hate that I love you so (oooh..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Me:]&lt;br /&gt;You completely know the power that you have&lt;br /&gt;The only one makes me laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Her:]&lt;br /&gt;Said it's not fair&lt;br /&gt;How you take advantage of the fact&lt;br /&gt;That I... love you beyond the reason why&lt;br /&gt;And it just ain't right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Me:]&lt;br /&gt;And I hate how much I love you girl&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand how much I need you (yeah..)&lt;br /&gt;And I hate how much I love you girl&lt;br /&gt;But I just can't let you go&lt;br /&gt;But I hate that I love you so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Both:]&lt;br /&gt;One of these days maybe your magic won't affect me&lt;br /&gt;And your kiss won't make me weak&lt;br /&gt;But no one in this world knows me the way you know me&lt;br /&gt;So you'll probably always have a spell on me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Me:]&lt;br /&gt;Yeaahhh... Oohh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Her:]&lt;br /&gt;That's how much I love you (as much as I need you)&lt;br /&gt;That's how much I need you (oooh..)&lt;br /&gt;That's how much I love you (oh..)&lt;br /&gt;As much as I need you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Her:]&lt;br /&gt;And I hate that I love you so&lt;br /&gt;And I hate how much I love you boy&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand how much I need you (can't stand how much I need you)&lt;br /&gt;And I hate how much I love you boy&lt;br /&gt;But I just can't let you go (but I just can't let you go no..)&lt;br /&gt;And I hate that I love you so&lt;br /&gt;And I hate that I love you so.. so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well the song said it all.. Love rules it All!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576433547559466671-8449639878847713911?l=thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/feeds/8449639878847713911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576433547559466671&amp;postID=8449639878847713911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/8449639878847713911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/8449639878847713911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/2008/01/one-more-chance-2nd-time-around.html' title='One More Chance (2nd Time Around)'/><author><name>Prince Chubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04249677328060963309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R5aMEZmzZSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6FVM0OWVf-A/S220/cortex.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576433547559466671.post-6612269560336784856</id><published>2008-01-19T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T14:37:13.559+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"...I just don't understand how God would let us meet, if there is no way for us to be together..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;from the movie&lt;/span&gt; City of Angels&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576433547559466671-6612269560336784856?l=thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/feeds/6612269560336784856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576433547559466671&amp;postID=6612269560336784856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/6612269560336784856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/6612269560336784856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Prince Chubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04249677328060963309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R5aMEZmzZSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6FVM0OWVf-A/S220/cortex.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576433547559466671.post-3484002408103006756</id><published>2008-01-18T09:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T13:53:01.830+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why do I love you when you don’t love me?&lt;br /&gt;And you, longing for me when I don’t&lt;br /&gt;Are we destine to love like this?&lt;br /&gt;At two separate times, At two separate worlds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t we go living on separate lives?&lt;br /&gt;And allow time to lead us back to each others arms&lt;br /&gt;Maybe someday you’ll find me between your hug&lt;br /&gt;And me, finding you inside my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if that decision is wrong?&lt;br /&gt;And we aren’t really meant for each other&lt;br /&gt;You, giving your life to him and&lt;br /&gt;Me, fooling myself of loving her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t I allow you to cry on my shoulders?&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t you permit me to kiss your lips as passionately as I can?&lt;br /&gt;Why do we keep on dancing this stupid dance over and over?&lt;br /&gt;Why? Please tell me why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576433547559466671-3484002408103006756?l=thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/feeds/3484002408103006756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576433547559466671&amp;postID=3484002408103006756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/3484002408103006756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/3484002408103006756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/2008/01/why-do-i-love-you-when-you-dont-love-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Prince Chubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04249677328060963309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R5aMEZmzZSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6FVM0OWVf-A/S220/cortex.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576433547559466671.post-5177339196126882187</id><published>2008-01-13T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T13:51:20.144+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gimiks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's a rainy Saturday, but it didn't stop me from running. Woke up early put on my running shoes, do a little stretching then off I go. I'm not really on the idea of measuring how far I run but on the fact that I'm burning unwanted fats on my buddy. I decided that it's about time to be conscious again on my physical well being. I started to change my life style by eating less and cutting down on carbo. I stop eating rice, smoking and limiting my self to 3-4 bottles of beer a week and exercising 4 times a week. It's been a week now and I feel good about it. I think I've lost already 3 lbs. during that span of time. My goal for this month is to lose 10 lbs. my current weight today is 157 lbs. and my main goal is to achieve the 120lbs mark. so doing the math it will take me till the end of April hmmm... still got 1 month to flaunt my achievement and enjoy summer. TO INFINITY AND BEYOND!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday is incomplete if your not going out to unwind and have some fun, it's a waste of time to spend the whole day at your house. Enough for the reason that your not outgoing and your resting from a 5-6 day work stop being a couch potato you have all day Sunday to do that. Money is not a problem you got your friends right go figure out how to spend your Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night JD, OC and me have a plan to play billiards at a pool house near our district. On our way to pick up OC we decided to drop at PM thinking he might be available, Luckily he's available. It's my first time at that pool house the place is not that nice but it's cheap. And what makes that place cooler is some of my classmates from high school hang out in there. So I got the chance to see them again after 8 years. It's like a mini reunion for the reason that all of us in there belongs in the same section in my sophomore year (Our Lady of Fatima a.k.a OLF) except PM and Boni. We still call each other by surname and monikers some are lucky coz they were called by their nick names unfortunately for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To give you an idea I'll try to name all of them with confidentiality...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;BONI&lt;/span&gt; - (surname) same as Andres (the Hero) but we try to shortcut to make it cooler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;FONDELUGA&lt;/span&gt; - (surname) we deleted the last 5 letters and replace it with LUGA... (use common sense on this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;PALIS&lt;/span&gt; - (surname) well that's his complete surname, sometime we call him WALIS coz it rhyme and DILAW for the reason that his teeth are all yellowish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;TORRESS &lt;/span&gt;- (surname) he's a bully magnet back in HS.. We call him ABNOY coz he act and look like one. peace bro! you've improve in fairness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;SEDEño&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- (surname) we use to tease/call him BACKLA back in HS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;OC&lt;/span&gt; - we used to call him by his surname and sometimes BABA because its long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;JD and PM&lt;/span&gt; - Lucky ones coz we call them by their names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ME??? hahah go figure! Oh well... to give justice for the people here they call me ESPADODI or DODI... If you happen to know B1 and B2 "the 2 stupid sagings" in their sleepwear you'll get the idea. Freshmen to Senior year I was called that way. Hahahaha! but it's all good I rarely see them and my barkada calls me J just the way I like it simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Like my ex offismate says CHILAX! (chill and relax)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576433547559466671-5177339196126882187?l=thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/feeds/5177339196126882187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576433547559466671&amp;postID=5177339196126882187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/5177339196126882187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/5177339196126882187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-rainy-saturday-but-it-didnt-stop-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Prince Chubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04249677328060963309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R5aMEZmzZSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6FVM0OWVf-A/S220/cortex.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576433547559466671.post-7605878795182770298</id><published>2008-01-12T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T14:16:34.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I may not get to see you as often as I like. I may not get to hold you in my arms all through the night. But deep in my heart I truly know, you're the one that I love, and I can't let you go."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Anonymous&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576433547559466671-7605878795182770298?l=thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/feeds/7605878795182770298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576433547559466671&amp;postID=7605878795182770298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/7605878795182770298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/7605878795182770298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-may-not-get-to-see-you-as-often-as-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Prince Chubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04249677328060963309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R5aMEZmzZSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6FVM0OWVf-A/S220/cortex.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576433547559466671.post-4826994783285645798</id><published>2008-01-11T09:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T14:01:50.778+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinions'/><title type='text'>Heartbreaker 101</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine sent me an email that might help me cope up on what I'm going thru right now. The email is regarding how to move on after breaking someones heart. I feel the erg of posting the article here it might also help someone who's with the same situation with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See my comments (Italics) ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;How to Heal and Move On After Breaking Someones Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;By &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dating.personals.yahoo.com/singles/datingtips/68789/heartbreaker-101;_ylc=X3oDMTFpNmY5bTIyBF9TAzI3MTYxNDkEc2VjA2ZwX3RvZGF5BHNsawNoZWFydGJyZWFrZXItMTAxBHp6A2Fi#author_bio#author_bio"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lisa Steadman, The Relationship Journalist&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Given the choice, most people say they would much rather break up with someone than get broken up with. But if you've recently initiated a breakup, you know how tough it can be.&lt;br /&gt;Just because you summoned the courage to end your dead-end relationship doesn't mean you're not feeling a little heartache yourself (or experiencing some guilt for causing your ex heartache). But fear not, my brave friend. You are not alone. Following are some do's and don'ts that should make moving on that much easier. &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't: Call, email, text or visit your ex in a moment of weakness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"Even though you brought on the breakup, there may still be times when you miss your ex.&lt;br /&gt;Even though you brought on the breakup, there may still be times when you miss your ex."&lt;/span&gt; A song might come on the radio that reminds you of them. Something funny will happen and you'll want to share it. Or maybe you're just having a bad day and want to reach out and reconnect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;STOP RIGHT THERE&lt;/span&gt;. Missing your ex is one thing. Contacting your ex is a no-no. In fact, reconnecting with your ex is the absolute worst thing you can do right now. So before you have that moment of weakness, remove your ex's number from your cell phone, delete their email address, and take them off your social networking contacts. (Right now.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;My say: Error #1 I reconnect with her specially times when I felt alone... I knew someone who didn't delete his ex number but destroy her sim card... well I think it's the right thing to do but it's been my number for 4-5 years now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do: Ask friends for help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Because you initiated the breakup, your friends may not know that you're hurting. But if you are, it's important to ask for help, a.k.a. &lt;a href="http://dating.personals.yahoo.com/singles/datingtips/68784/how-to-take-your-breakup-from-boo-hoo-to-woo-hoo"&gt;recruit your Boo-Hoo Crew&lt;/a&gt;. You'll want to choose a least three friends who know you well enough to know when you need comfort versus when you need a kick in the pants.&lt;br /&gt;Your Boo-Hoo Crew should always know (and be able to remind you) why your ex wasn't good for you&lt;br /&gt;Your Boo-Hoo Crew should always know (and be able to remind you) why your ex wasn't good for you then, and why they're definitely not worth pining over now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Say: I got 3 set of friends, Our friends which couldn't be bias, they are basically neutral when it comes to us. My high school friends which i can't understand sometimes they felt sorry for the 6 years lost. Since they are all boys and pros when it comes to the cheating side they told me that why do I need to break up with her "if pwede namang tumakas" I'm not really that type I couldn't lie no more to her I don't want to pile up sins after sins after sins... it's just not me. And my friendly friends they are the potential Boo-Hoo Crew which I usually share my love stories with...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't: Second-guess your decision&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;After a breakup, it's all too easy to second-guess yourself and your choices. Did I do the right thing? Should I have given him/her another chance? Maybe there was more I could do to make it work... The truth is, you can make yourself crazy second-guessing your decision. But what's done is done. You had your reasons, made your decision, and now it's time to accept and move on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My Say: Why am I so fickle?... I made the decision I should stick to it right? And what so ironic about it is I used to listen to the song WHAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN - "I’m ready this time I know that I’m No longer undecided Don’t wanna be a fool wondering What might have been" Maybe I should read lesson #1 again and again till my brain gets numb&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Do: See your breakup for what it really is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You may not know it right now, but in ending your relationship with the wrong person, you're paving the way to meet the right one. Chances are good that you won't meet Mr. or Ms. Right overnight, but that doesn't mean the breakup was a bad decision.&lt;br /&gt;By walking away from that wrong relationship, you're headed towards a life that's more honest and authentic for you.&lt;br /&gt;By walking away from that wrong relationship, you're headed towards a life that's more honest and authentic for you. What better way to eventually attract your perfect partner than by living and loving your own life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;My Say: This is my favorite part. "Attracting someone by living and loving myself" Yes! I've been hiding inside myself lately, the next time I love no more lies, no more pretending.. I'm not gonna let someone stop me from doing what I want again for some selfish reasons and I'm gonna make sure she'll trust me 101%.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't: Badmouth your ex&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the aftermath of a breakup it's all too easy to badmouth your ex, spilling their dirty little secrets to anyone who will listen. Don't do it. Badmouthing your ex may feel good momentarily, but the fallout from those harmless snarky comments can be detrimental to your healing process, not to mention your dating future. Breakup karma is a bitch you don't want coming after you, so zip the lip and move on with dignity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;My Say: What I'm telling my friends are true, though majority of it is on my side but I make sure that my ex wouldn't look bad to them. I always say to them that I there is always sides on every story. It's just my side their listening into but maybe my ex side is much more rational than mine... It's the matter of who's side are you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Do: Become a breakup rock star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of moving on, did you know that you can not only survive your breakup but actually thrive? By applying the lessons you learned from your last relationship, and refining what you want out of life and eventually from your perfect partner, you have the chance to reclaim yourself and become the ultimate breakup rock star. So go ahead, rock on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;My say: LET'S ROCK &amp;amp; ROLL!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576433547559466671-4826994783285645798?l=thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/feeds/4826994783285645798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576433547559466671&amp;postID=4826994783285645798' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/4826994783285645798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/4826994783285645798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/2008/01/heartbreaker-101.html' title='Heartbreaker 101'/><author><name>Prince Chubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04249677328060963309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R5aMEZmzZSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6FVM0OWVf-A/S220/cortex.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576433547559466671.post-6132148148656947973</id><published>2008-01-09T10:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T14:02:32.677+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinions'/><title type='text'>Check your Feng Shui Horoscope for 2008</title><content type='html'>I got this chain email from a friend about a spreadsheet generated crap telling you about your self and what's going to be your future this year. Well I have nothing to lose anyway and besides it's just for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It order me to put my name, fav color, fave number, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I got a result...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Your soul is relaxed and you are laid back. You have a lot of love and friendships in your life. The year will go very well for you and you will discover that you fall in love with someone totally unexpected. You will have a friend who completely confides in you and would do anything for you, but you may not realize it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"15", This is how many close friends you have in your lifetime. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You like adventure. You are spontaneous and like to please people&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;My Soul is relaxed and laid back&lt;/span&gt; - being a happy-go-lucky care free person, yes i can say so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Lot's of love and friends&lt;/span&gt; - lot of love? maybe... family, relatives.. friends? yah I got a lot and so happy with them and I'm planning to make new ones this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Year will go very well&lt;/span&gt; - I'll leave it to God on this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Fall in love with someone unexpected&lt;/span&gt; - hmmm... who could that be? let's just wait and see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Anonymous Friend&lt;/span&gt; - I will have? so that means he/she will soon exist in my life. I hope it's a lady friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;"15"&lt;/span&gt; - Good thing my favorite number is not 1.. hahahah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Adventure&lt;/span&gt; - i like adventure but not those extreme ones&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Spontaneous&lt;/span&gt; - lately I've notice that i'm becoming impulsive it started after the break-up&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Pleasing People&lt;/span&gt; - uha, I think that's what I'm good at... sometimes they misunderstood me as a flirt, I just like being around with people specially close ones.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then after that I have to send it to 5 people in order for my wish to come true... hmmm... so i send it to 10 people to be sure and crossing my fingers on it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.... I wanna meet my Miss Anonymous&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576433547559466671-6132148148656947973?l=thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/feeds/6132148148656947973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576433547559466671&amp;postID=6132148148656947973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/6132148148656947973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/6132148148656947973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/2008/01/check-your-feng-shui-horoscope-for-2008.html' title='Check your Feng Shui Horoscope for 2008'/><author><name>Prince Chubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04249677328060963309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R5aMEZmzZSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6FVM0OWVf-A/S220/cortex.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576433547559466671.post-1947252306082125108</id><published>2008-01-06T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T13:50:23.627+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Starbucks westlife after a late night gimik"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: what are you thinking right now? ayaw mo pa ba?&lt;br /&gt;Her: Ayaw kong pag usapan yan.&lt;br /&gt;Me: how about on my birthday?&lt;br /&gt;Her: ... (little shook from her head)&lt;br /&gt;Me: So kelan? pag balik mo?&lt;br /&gt;Her: OO ...&lt;br /&gt;Me:. ... (can't think of anything good to say)&lt;br /&gt;......::: DEAD AIR :::......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: Let's go I'm sleepy na..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576433547559466671-1947252306082125108?l=thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/feeds/1947252306082125108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576433547559466671&amp;postID=1947252306082125108' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/1947252306082125108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/1947252306082125108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/2008/01/starbucks-westlife-after-late-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Prince Chubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04249677328060963309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R5aMEZmzZSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6FVM0OWVf-A/S220/cortex.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576433547559466671.post-6371556653990495690</id><published>2008-01-04T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T13:49:49.675+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night me and JD paid a visit to an old friend we stay there till 2 am talking about old issues and stuffs. He has two kids a boy and a girl and seems like he's coping up well for an undergrad, Her wife has no work and seems like their still dependent on their parents. Then on a spurt of a moment I spit out something... I told them that I wanted to get married, I wanted to take my life to the next level at that time I feel like that I can have a family of my own. I wasn't thinking of having a kid, it will come. I just want to have someone permanent in my life. Somehow I felt envious about my married friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big question is... to whom? with hon? I broke up with my hon, for the reason that I want to break free from the leash then I wanted to get married... so erratic of me. The answer would be yes with hon, I want to marry her, 6 years and 4 months is not a joke I would never have another long relationship like that. Some people say time is not an issue, probably yes... but still we know each other so well and we're comfortable with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually we talk about it before and we used to dream about it, I told her 27 would be the age for me to ask her the "big question". If I have the money right now damn I'll be proposing to her right now even though we're still not ok, but I'm flat broke I'm thinking of selling my car but decided not to, My friends told me it's not a problem we can have a CIVIL wedding and burn less than 50k for it but that's not my dream, that's not our dream. I planned to have a grand wedding it's a once in a lifetime event and I want it to make it very... very... special. I'm thinking of a 300k budget but 2 years from now it may go up to 500k. I'm just an average guy maybe to some people it's just a little. How can I raise that kind of money in 2 years? I'm not planning to loan, never. I don't want to hear people specially my mom nagging about it. And hon has no plans of splitting it between us. She wants me to spend it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576433547559466671-6371556653990495690?l=thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/feeds/6371556653990495690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576433547559466671&amp;postID=6371556653990495690' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/6371556653990495690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/6371556653990495690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/2008/01/last-night-me-and-jd-paid-visit-to-old.html' title=''/><author><name>Prince Chubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04249677328060963309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R5aMEZmzZSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6FVM0OWVf-A/S220/cortex.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576433547559466671.post-4090080573847942001</id><published>2008-01-02T08:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T13:49:08.248+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back to reality again, back again to my routine of house - work - house. I was out for 10 days and I didn't expect that nobody will mind cleaning my work table. My cube was dusty and I have no choice but to clean it, well it's a good start. I got tons of task to do, task that I don't bother doing last month due to my anticipation of my long vacation. Now no more reasons to be stubborn, to be in no mood to work it's going to be work mode all the way till summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About my vacation it was great a time well spent with my family and specially my friends. We went out a lot dinner, drinking... I got two set of friends my high school and my college friends my C friends are the more consistent ones we used to see each other 2x / 3x a month they are the solid ones we've been together for 7 years now and still going where we wanted it to be... "Strong". Me and my HS friends don't bond a lot ever since we went to college. We're all boys and they all got issues. Everybody has their own alibis whenever we planned to have a get together. J and R are the only consistent ones. The 3 of us are usually together since R is my neighbor and J is about a few km away from us. But it's all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... This is my month, this is my year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576433547559466671-4090080573847942001?l=thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/feeds/4090080573847942001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576433547559466671&amp;postID=4090080573847942001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/4090080573847942001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/4090080573847942001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/2008/01/back-to-reality-again-back-again-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Prince Chubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04249677328060963309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R5aMEZmzZSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6FVM0OWVf-A/S220/cortex.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576433547559466671.post-1935179127562652531</id><published>2007-12-30T17:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T13:48:32.794+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Worried about the things that could make us cold...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It's been 2 months now since the tragedy. Birthday, Christmas and probably New Year and still no us. We see each other from time to time but there's no improvement we're still on the friend zone. Sometimes I can stand her but she's really putting me on the test and I just can't bare it. Maybe she's right I'm the one who wanted it so deal with it but she just can't accept my reasons. Her mind is so shut right now thinking of the fact I left her for some stupid reason. I really can't read what's going on her mind right now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I only got 1 month left to fix things up but I'm becoming impatient again with her attitude... alright I told myself that I'll be patient if you happen to read my early post but the way she treats me I'm running out of it. 1 month left?... she'll be going to Atlanta on feb for 5 months and If I fail... who knows what will happen?. Awful things happen during that span of time specially the fact that it's long distance and we're not committed. I got a lot of questions running of my mind... &lt;i&gt;what if one of us lost the feeling? What if someone comes on our life? Can I still accept her as a friend? &lt;/i&gt;things like that...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576433547559466671-1935179127562652531?l=thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/feeds/1935179127562652531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576433547559466671&amp;postID=1935179127562652531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/1935179127562652531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/1935179127562652531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/2007/12/worried-about-things-that-could-make-us.html' title='Worried about the things that could make us cold...'/><author><name>Prince Chubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04249677328060963309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R5aMEZmzZSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6FVM0OWVf-A/S220/cortex.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576433547559466671.post-7076255037688539258</id><published>2007-12-28T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T14:04:05.228+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>NEW YEAR RESOLUTION</title><content type='html'>2008 is fast approaching and I got this itch to post my "New Year Resolution" we all probably know that no matter how well we plan it, most of it are not kept very long, people are inconsistent sometimes. I believe that imposing some rules for yourself can be a big help on your well being it gives you some sort of guidelines to follow. 1, 3 or 5 months that you stick with your resolution gives you that feeling that you accomplish something for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough chit-chat... here it goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I'm going to lose 30 lbs. this year&lt;br /&gt;* I'm going to run&lt;br /&gt;* I'll be patient&lt;br /&gt;* I'll be honest. no more lies&lt;br /&gt;* I'll finish my debt and start saving&lt;br /&gt;* I'm going to be a defensive driver&lt;br /&gt;* I'll stop being stubborn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically that's it...&lt;br /&gt;"Happy New Year Everyone and a Happy New Us"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576433547559466671-7076255037688539258?l=thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/feeds/7076255037688539258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576433547559466671&amp;postID=7076255037688539258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/7076255037688539258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/7076255037688539258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-year-resolution.html' title='NEW YEAR RESOLUTION'/><author><name>Prince Chubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04249677328060963309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R5aMEZmzZSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6FVM0OWVf-A/S220/cortex.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576433547559466671.post-5033456800417782795</id><published>2007-12-26T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T13:48:03.808+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Felt like an ordinary day for me, its the first time I feel this way... bored... lonely...empty. I prayed for something special to happen but to no avail it didn't. It's Christmas people are supposed to be happy but I'm not, being single for quite some time is really hunting me right now. It's the first time in 6 years that I spent the holiday alone... maybe I'm just not use to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm about to sleep when a friend drop by to invite me for a drink, I'm not sleepy anyway so I welcome the invite. We went to another friends house to do the deed but end up doing it on my house. The 3 of us we're up till 4 talking about the same crap again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess my prayers were answered though it's not that special it still made my night worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends... just can't live w/o them (LIFE SAVERS)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576433547559466671-5033456800417782795?l=thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/feeds/5033456800417782795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576433547559466671&amp;postID=5033456800417782795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/5033456800417782795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/5033456800417782795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/2007/12/felt-like-ordinary-day-for-me-its-first.html' title=''/><author><name>Prince Chubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04249677328060963309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R5aMEZmzZSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6FVM0OWVf-A/S220/cortex.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576433547559466671.post-5294995029785326104</id><published>2007-12-21T08:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T13:47:35.412+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's a rebound day for me, Thursday is like an eating vacation for me. Attended two parties at the HO. The planning team &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;xmas&lt;/span&gt; party was held lunch time I got a car &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;airfreshener&lt;/span&gt; and a bar of chocolate as my gift. I was really undecided on what to put on my wish list it was already late when I decided to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;asks&lt;/span&gt; for a CD "Soul Obsession duets with Thor" anyway the party was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had a time to digest the food that we ate a while ago, RI Team party is fast approaching and it was schedule at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;merienda&lt;/span&gt; time, well you can't turn down free food. Thursday was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Still can't feel the Christmas Season&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576433547559466671-5294995029785326104?l=thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/feeds/5294995029785326104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576433547559466671&amp;postID=5294995029785326104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/5294995029785326104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/5294995029785326104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-rebound-day-for-me-thursday-is-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Prince Chubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04249677328060963309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R5aMEZmzZSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6FVM0OWVf-A/S220/cortex.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576433547559466671.post-3140977497331798126</id><published>2007-12-20T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T14:36:36.438+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"When two people love each other, but they just can't seem to get things right, how do you know when enough is enough?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;from the movie&lt;/span&gt; The Mexican&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576433547559466671-3140977497331798126?l=thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/feeds/3140977497331798126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576433547559466671&amp;postID=3140977497331798126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/3140977497331798126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/3140977497331798126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/2007/12/when-two-people-love-each-other-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Prince Chubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04249677328060963309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R5aMEZmzZSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6FVM0OWVf-A/S220/cortex.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576433547559466671.post-902264868177085592</id><published>2007-12-20T08:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T13:47:11.499+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night I was really bored, It was our company Christmas Party and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; enjoy a bit. No more close &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;friend&lt;/span&gt; to talk to, they already resigned and I'm the only one left. The only thing that made my night interesting is the girl who represent our division in the ledge dancing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;competition&lt;/span&gt;. She's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; HOT!!! and she dances gracefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night ended blue... again I was lonely. I miss being in a relationship, somehow it makes me feel apprehensive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576433547559466671-902264868177085592?l=thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/feeds/902264868177085592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576433547559466671&amp;postID=902264868177085592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/902264868177085592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/902264868177085592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/2007/12/last-night-i-was-really-bored-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Prince Chubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04249677328060963309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R5aMEZmzZSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6FVM0OWVf-A/S220/cortex.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576433547559466671.post-4729428069664545271</id><published>2007-12-19T08:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T13:46:09.900+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;" if you decided to be friends you should remain that way and nothing more"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;em&gt; a friend's point of view&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576433547559466671-4729428069664545271?l=thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/feeds/4729428069664545271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576433547559466671&amp;postID=4729428069664545271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/4729428069664545271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/4729428069664545271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/2007/12/if-you-decided-to-be-friends-you-should.html' title=''/><author><name>Prince Chubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04249677328060963309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R5aMEZmzZSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6FVM0OWVf-A/S220/cortex.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576433547559466671.post-8031312654235085778</id><published>2007-12-18T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T13:45:15.207+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's the baptism of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bitchpopoy's&lt;/span&gt; girl and got the opportunity to have a mini reunion with my high school &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt;. It was fun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;seeing&lt;/span&gt; those guys again &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jeck&lt;/span&gt;, Peanut, Banks, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Endaya&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Igloo unfortunately we're missing four members &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Gotang&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Brian&lt;/span&gt;, Jeffrey and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ovriane&lt;/span&gt;. Nope, we don't came from an exclusive school for boys but we never had a chance to add some girls on our line-up. All of us never had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;gf&lt;/span&gt; on all 4 years of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;high school&lt;/span&gt; we're such a loser back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a lot of fun talking about stupid things that we did way back, We drink from 4 pm to 12 am well we have lots of things to talk about and catch up. Then I invited them to have coffee at Starbucks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Araneta&lt;/span&gt;, well among the group I'm the only one who really enjoys coffee and they rather spend a 100 peso eating at a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;tapsihan&lt;/span&gt; with a free hot soup. We took a lot of pictures and I'll probably post it on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;freindster&lt;/span&gt; account.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576433547559466671-8031312654235085778?l=thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/feeds/8031312654235085778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576433547559466671&amp;postID=8031312654235085778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/8031312654235085778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/8031312654235085778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-baptism-of-bitchpopoys-girl-and-got.html' title=''/><author><name>Prince Chubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04249677328060963309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R5aMEZmzZSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6FVM0OWVf-A/S220/cortex.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576433547559466671.post-1739032566470086808</id><published>2007-12-16T22:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T10:04:58.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I drove my brother and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;taratsky&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;paranaque&lt;/span&gt; for they will stay probably till &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;, after that went straight to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Glorieta&lt;/span&gt; to buy gifts for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;jhen&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;taratsky&lt;/span&gt;. I was roaming there for a long time but still can't find the right gift for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;jhen&lt;/span&gt; mom cold me and told me that she'll be the one to buy the gift for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;KD&lt;/span&gt; since she's already at  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;greenhills&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet up with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;jhen&lt;/span&gt; at around 7PM then we went straight to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;greenhills&lt;/span&gt; she bought a few stuff then we had coffee, I slept in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; house for we're going to pick up ate at the airport early morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576433547559466671-1739032566470086808?l=thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/feeds/1739032566470086808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576433547559466671&amp;postID=1739032566470086808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/1739032566470086808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/1739032566470086808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-drove-my-brother-and-taratsky-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Prince Chubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04249677328060963309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R5aMEZmzZSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6FVM0OWVf-A/S220/cortex.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576433547559466671.post-4460398111397856803</id><published>2007-12-16T03:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T13:44:02.815+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gimiks'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was a hell-of-a-night for us, we are planning to check out the Carnival at MOA but unfortunately guys from far north was undecided, we planned to meet at MOA at around 4 PM, then it became 5, 6 and ended up at 7 pm. That we decided to go to Gery's Makati for a get together because it's late already for us to enjoy all the rides. I was planning to meet up with Jhen and Carlos since we are from the north side and I'm the only one who got a ride but Jhen told me to go ahead and probably she won't be joining us for the reason that she's not feeling well, Carlos told me that he will just catch-up on us. I arrived at Glorietta around 7:30 pm and still have to wait for Ai, AG and Biancx for 20 min. Since it was still early we decided to go to the mall to look for gifts for our family and friends for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the window shopping we went to Gery's and wait for Carlos and Adon, since there we're lots of people at the smoking area we have to wait for us to be seated Adon came so we decided to call Carlos but he wouldn't answer are call or even reply on out massages. After almost an hour of waiting we still haven't got a seat so we finally decided to move out and the idea is to go to Tides at Sucat. I really don't like the idea anyway for the fact that it's so damn long from my place but I finally decided to go since there's only 5 of us and not to ruin the night. We stop at Jollibee first to have a quick bite then went straight to Tides. It was really a long drive but it's worth it the place is nice, the crowd is not jologs and most of all food and drinks are cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there were 6 of us, we drank hurricane they called it the bad trip mix it taste like Yakult but its good. So we drank till 2 am, then went for a coffee. I was a little tipsy if not for the coffee I would have a hard time driving and I also told myself that I will never drink while I'm driving. So from Starbucks we parted ways I was planning to go to libis to catch up with another group of friends luckily they went home already and I'm beginning to get tired anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576433547559466671-4460398111397856803?l=thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/feeds/4460398111397856803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576433547559466671&amp;postID=4460398111397856803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/4460398111397856803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/4460398111397856803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/2007/12/it-was-hell-of-night-for-us-we-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Prince Chubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04249677328060963309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R5aMEZmzZSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6FVM0OWVf-A/S220/cortex.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576433547559466671.post-3206298827710365206</id><published>2007-12-13T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T14:12:48.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Blessed are they who expect nothing for they shall not be dissapointed!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anonymous&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576433547559466671-3206298827710365206?l=thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/feeds/3206298827710365206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576433547559466671&amp;postID=3206298827710365206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/3206298827710365206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/3206298827710365206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/2007/12/blessed-are-they-who-expect-nothing-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Prince Chubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04249677328060963309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R5aMEZmzZSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6FVM0OWVf-A/S220/cortex.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576433547559466671.post-5838124468608721817</id><published>2007-12-13T10:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T12:17:18.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was thinking about a relative of mine lately, on what she's going &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; right now. She got pregnant by her boyfriend whom she doesn't love, so it's an accident all right. We're both on the same age and probably think the same way but what happened? I really wanted to ask her why did she let that happen? Why didn't they practice safe sex? Did her bf don't like the idea of putting rubber or both of them? or it was just pure lust? Well having a baby today is suicide if you're not prepared well I'm not against it I too also like to have a baby girl but when I'm ready. It's not like the old days, the time of our parents on which average couple can have 3 to 5 sibling and can afford to raise them. Sometimes I wonder how my parents was able to do that. Definitely not this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I saw her was on our way back to Manila from Singapore we're on the same flight she looked stressed physically and emotionally. You can tell that she was really having a hard time. I heard from my mom that she was avoiding her bf, for the reason that she doesn't love him. I felt that she wasn't really using her brain, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; you don't love the guy but at least let him do his responsibility as the father, it's really hard to raise a kid alone but still she decided not too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not all her mother disgrace her for some selfish reasons. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, I got her point that her daughter one day arrive home pregnant to someone who she haven't met at all but she's your daughter for Christ's sake you just can't turn your back at her at least show concern. If there's one person she needed right now it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; her mom but her mom is the one causing her too much stress and pain. Imagine her mom want to send her to us for the reason that she's worried about her neighbors spreading gossip all over town and might reach their church, she's a born again christian by the way, so she's scared of the fact that what other people might tell against her. For all I care you can talk shit behind my back, make up stories about me, tease me about my physical appearance I DON'T GIVE A DAMN! because their not the one whose feeding me definitely they can't stop me from doing what I want not a chance. One thing I just can't tolerate is when they started to get physical that's a no! no! because definitely I'll fight back .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my aunt, she wants to hide my cousin until the baby is born. My mom doesn't agree about it and so is everyone else. I understand my mom It'll be added obligation for her if my cousin lives with us she already got a lot of things to prioritize and the fact is my aunt is capable of taking care of her own daughter but my mom told me that my aunt doesn't listen and doesn't care about it so she told me just let it be. I felt bad about my cousin and her baby on what they're going &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; right now. I also felt bad about my aunt being selfish come to think of it she's active in their church. She remind me of the song with the lyrics "Banal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Aso&lt;/span&gt;!, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Santong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Kabayo&lt;/span&gt;!... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Natatawa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ako&lt;/span&gt; Hi.. hi.. hi.. hi.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;SAYO&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576433547559466671-5838124468608721817?l=thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/feeds/5838124468608721817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576433547559466671&amp;postID=5838124468608721817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/5838124468608721817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/5838124468608721817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-was-thinking-about-relative-of-mine.html' title=''/><author><name>Prince Chubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04249677328060963309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R5aMEZmzZSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6FVM0OWVf-A/S220/cortex.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576433547559466671.post-1236181064120574677</id><published>2007-12-13T09:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T10:05:58.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The news last night about the space shuttle stopping at the middle of the track got my attention, it's the most scariest ride at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;EK&lt;/span&gt; and it is also the favorite ride of my friends. We where there 2 weeks ago and they ride it twice and I ride it once well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not really into extreme stuff anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Back&lt;/span&gt; to the accident, the passengers were stuck on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; seat for an hour majority of them are teenagers, poor kids probably they won't be riding the shuttle for quite some time. They say that life is like a roller coaster sometimes your up sometimes your down and times like that you'll be wishing that your down. Luckily for them the shuttle made a full stop right after the loop, imagine if they were stuck upside down that's scary and I'll be crying mama if I'm in that situation. Eventually they were rescued and the management of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;EK&lt;/span&gt; felt sorry for them and offered them a  year of unlimited ride at the space shuttle for free... just kidding! =P Maybe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; parents might file a lawsuit against &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;EK&lt;/span&gt; or whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576433547559466671-1236181064120574677?l=thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/feeds/1236181064120574677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576433547559466671&amp;postID=1236181064120574677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/1236181064120574677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/1236181064120574677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/2007/12/news-last-night-about-space-shuttle.html' title=''/><author><name>Prince Chubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04249677328060963309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R5aMEZmzZSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6FVM0OWVf-A/S220/cortex.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576433547559466671.post-5431599234758852687</id><published>2007-12-12T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T13:41:54.169+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I miss driving, I usually bring my car at the office 3 to 4 times a week but when oil got high I was forced to leave my car. Now I only used my car on weeekends, well on the bright side I got my needed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;exercise&lt;/span&gt; for my fat ass and was able to save money. I got a lot of plans for my ride I planned to change its color from green to black or sky blue, tint the windows though I like my windows as it is "clear" but the weather is scorching HOT so I might tint it after all, buy sporty seat covers, add a spoiler, buy new car mats and upgrade my audio system basically that's what I want to do but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; I have no money to back me up and before I forget I still need to raise 7k to fix my latest boo..boo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576433547559466671-5431599234758852687?l=thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/feeds/5431599234758852687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576433547559466671&amp;postID=5431599234758852687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/5431599234758852687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/5431599234758852687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-miss-driving-i-usually-bring-my-car.html' title=''/><author><name>Prince Chubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04249677328060963309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R5aMEZmzZSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6FVM0OWVf-A/S220/cortex.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576433547559466671.post-2726936466101319681</id><published>2007-12-11T09:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T14:03:03.241+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>4 PHASES OF A BREAKUP</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Phase 1 ("Taking the Risk")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;'Cause you're a god&lt;br /&gt;And I am not&lt;br /&gt;And I just thought&lt;br /&gt;That you would know&lt;br /&gt;You're a god&lt;br /&gt;And I am not&lt;br /&gt;And I just thought&lt;br /&gt;I'd let you go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Phase 2 ("Realization")&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it may take some time to&lt;br /&gt;Patch me up inside&lt;br /&gt;But I can't take it so I&lt;br /&gt;Run away and hide&lt;br /&gt;And I may find in time that&lt;br /&gt;You were always right&lt;br /&gt;You're always right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Phase 3 ("Lament")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone here, knows everyone here is thinking 'bout&lt;br /&gt;Somebody else&lt;br /&gt;It's best if we all keep this under our heads&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't tell, if anyone here was feeling the way I do&lt;br /&gt;But it's over now, and I don't know how, it's over now&lt;br /&gt;There's no getting back to good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Phase 4 ("Moving On")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's not so bad&lt;br /&gt;She's only the best I ever had&lt;br /&gt;She don't want me back&lt;br /&gt;She's just the best I ever had&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576433547559466671-2726936466101319681?l=thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/feeds/2726936466101319681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576433547559466671&amp;postID=2726936466101319681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/2726936466101319681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/2726936466101319681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/2007/12/4-phases-of-breakup.html' title='4 PHASES OF A BREAKUP'/><author><name>Prince Chubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04249677328060963309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R5aMEZmzZSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6FVM0OWVf-A/S220/cortex.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576433547559466671.post-2030213645228129832</id><published>2007-12-10T09:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T13:40:54.572+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2 weeks to go before my much anticipated long x-mass vacation. Went shopping with Jhen last sat at g'hills, there's a lot of things that I really wanted to buy for myself but I'm on a tight budget I paid my phone bill, paid the money that I owe from my mom and the office canteen. And I have tons of inaanak that I really needed to buy gifts. 07 is not my year I became broke, gained 10 lbs. and broke up with Jhen though my dream of having a car came true this year... well you can't have it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576433547559466671-2030213645228129832?l=thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/feeds/2030213645228129832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576433547559466671&amp;postID=2030213645228129832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/2030213645228129832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/2030213645228129832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/2007/12/2-weeks-to-go-before-my-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Prince Chubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04249677328060963309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R5aMEZmzZSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6FVM0OWVf-A/S220/cortex.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576433547559466671.post-593450612661710725</id><published>2007-12-07T08:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T13:40:11.224+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was the early bird today, well I have too some concern office mate warned me about the incoming warning /penalty of me being late all the time. First of all I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;taught&lt;/span&gt; that I can be at the office at 10 am but they said that it's 9 am. I've been doing it for damn so long but it's just now that they notice it. Well I don't give a damn I won't argue with them &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;whatever&lt;/span&gt; helps them sleep at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; sleep well last night it's not the pressure of me waking up early for today but for some other reason. My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;friend&lt;/span&gt; also called me up last night he's car broke down and he was in the middle of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;expressway&lt;/span&gt; going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Cavite&lt;/span&gt;. He asked me for help, but I couldn't come there to rescue him, told him that if I have no work tomorrow I wont think twice of going there to help him. I felt sorry about what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt; but he's a grown man I know he can handle it. It's quarter past 2 and I still can't sleep, I'm kinda dizzy today... really need sleep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576433547559466671-593450612661710725?l=thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/feeds/593450612661710725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576433547559466671&amp;postID=593450612661710725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/593450612661710725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/593450612661710725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-was-early-bird-today-well-i-have-too.html' title=''/><author><name>Prince Chubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04249677328060963309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R5aMEZmzZSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6FVM0OWVf-A/S220/cortex.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576433547559466671.post-1259439710584528938</id><published>2007-12-05T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T13:39:20.301+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was out of my league this past few days, felt sick and tired of how my life is going right now. I want to start a new life but with whom? myself? or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jhen&lt;/span&gt;... again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tagaytay&lt;/span&gt; to celebrate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jhen&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ai's&lt;/span&gt; birthday it was damn cold, to bad I have no one to cuddle with. We stayed on our favorite spot had a drink and talk about our college life, the other day we went straight to Enchanted Kingdom well I told my self that I would never ride the space shuttle again but to no avail my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt; force me. It was not that scary compared to the first time i rode it. It was a long and fun weekend and I was exhausted the fact that I'm driving. I drove Carlos and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Jhen&lt;/span&gt; home, u&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;nfortunately&lt;/span&gt; I got an allergy and rashes are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;coming&lt;/span&gt; out from my arms it was really itchy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was a hell of weekend but it's fun&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576433547559466671-1259439710584528938?l=thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/feeds/1259439710584528938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576433547559466671&amp;postID=1259439710584528938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/1259439710584528938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/1259439710584528938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-was-out-of-my-league-this-past-few.html' title=''/><author><name>Prince Chubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04249677328060963309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R5aMEZmzZSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6FVM0OWVf-A/S220/cortex.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576433547559466671.post-5387951474642305826</id><published>2007-12-03T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T14:34:15.204+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hidden Power of the HeartConsider your own life—how many times a day does some situation pop up that leads to moments of frustration and anxiety? Surrendering your head to your heart in those moments will lead you to balance and fulfillment. As you listen to your spirit, peace follows. So follow your spirit. Build your foundation in your heart. Love must be your innermost and spontaneous response towards every person you encounter. Say to yourself inside, "I just love." Use these words as a key to start the engine running in your heart and watch life brighten with new love and understanding. Surrender to your new awareness and let love unfold the purpose of creation to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Sarah Paddison&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576433547559466671-5387951474642305826?l=thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/feeds/5387951474642305826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576433547559466671&amp;postID=5387951474642305826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/5387951474642305826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/5387951474642305826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/2007/12/hidden-power-of-heartconsider-your-own.html' title=''/><author><name>Prince Chubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04249677328060963309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R5aMEZmzZSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6FVM0OWVf-A/S220/cortex.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576433547559466671.post-6986316921401138881</id><published>2007-11-28T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T13:38:27.755+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As usual nothing happen, We met just to fight again. Nobody is giving way I can't see her point, she can't see mine. She change a lot she's becoming more impatient and easily irritated that pisses me off. Though I'm trying my very best to be patient now. I want her back badly but she's still bitter. It just won't work that way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'm sorry I shouldn't argue with you in the first place&lt;br /&gt;Her: I'm sorry too... but it's better this way... enjoy your life w/o me.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ayusin&lt;/span&gt; mo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sarili&lt;/span&gt; mo.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I just want the woman I knew a year before back...&lt;br /&gt;Her: Time will tell... maybe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pagbalik&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ko&lt;/span&gt; I'm better &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576433547559466671-6986316921401138881?l=thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/feeds/6986316921401138881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576433547559466671&amp;postID=6986316921401138881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/6986316921401138881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/6986316921401138881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/2007/11/as-usual-nothing-happen-we-met-just-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Prince Chubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04249677328060963309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R5aMEZmzZSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6FVM0OWVf-A/S220/cortex.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576433547559466671.post-2745462499659559708</id><published>2007-11-27T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T13:37:00.886+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The sign was there last night it came around 8:30 in the evening. It was a short one but it gave me a spark of hope, again I'm falling... I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; help it so I've send a text &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;message&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jhen&lt;/span&gt; asking her how's she's doing. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tried&lt;/span&gt; to call her but she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; answer, She's still upset about the break up and up to know she can't understand the reason why I broke up with her. I asked her if we could meet today and she agreed about it but told me that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; expect that we can talk regarding our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;situation&lt;/span&gt; right now because where just going in circles, she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; understand my point and I can't understand why she can't allow me to enjoy my freedom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576433547559466671-2745462499659559708?l=thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/feeds/2745462499659559708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576433547559466671&amp;postID=2745462499659559708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/2745462499659559708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/2745462499659559708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/2007/11/sign-was-there-last-night-it-came.html' title=''/><author><name>Prince Chubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04249677328060963309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R5aMEZmzZSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6FVM0OWVf-A/S220/cortex.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576433547559466671.post-7611313987411982617</id><published>2007-11-26T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T13:36:17.234+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>JHEN'S BIRTHDAY</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jhen&lt;/span&gt; will be celebrating her birthday without me, or may not celebrate it at all I know how hurt she is right now all because of my dicision to break up with her. I don't know what to do? Would I greet her via text message? Would I meet with her at her office? Would I treat her for dinner or buy her a gift? Knowing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jhen&lt;/span&gt; she wouldn't accept any gifts from me She'll always throw her infamous line when she's mad "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Anong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Gagawin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ko&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;dyan!&lt;/span&gt;?" which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; pisses me off. I hated it when someone doesn't show appreciation when you gave them something. Or would I rather erased 27 on the calendar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning to greet her tonight but I need to have a sign before I do it... I'll be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;waiting&lt;/span&gt; for a text &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;message&lt;/span&gt; from someone up to 10pm tonight. If I didn't receive any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;message&lt;/span&gt; I'll be with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Jhen&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576433547559466671-7611313987411982617?l=thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/feeds/7611313987411982617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576433547559466671&amp;postID=7611313987411982617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/7611313987411982617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/7611313987411982617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/2007/11/jhens-birthday.html' title='JHEN&apos;S BIRTHDAY'/><author><name>Prince Chubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04249677328060963309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R5aMEZmzZSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6FVM0OWVf-A/S220/cortex.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576433547559466671.post-6780974536357628300</id><published>2007-11-26T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T13:34:20.093+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>I CAN'T HIDE</title><content type='html'>People are starting to notice that I'm not with myself lately. I got 3 different comments today from 3 different people. Morning &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;taught&lt;/span&gt; that I was happy I was lively this day. I kinda wonder maybe the smile on the face that I have this morning was really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;noticeable&lt;/span&gt; but the fact is I arrived late. Then afternoon came and asks me what's wrong with my eyes did I cry? I was surprised on what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;she'd&lt;/span&gt; have said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; I didn't cry why should I? maybe not now... not yet... I wasn't able to sleep well last night I arrived late drunk, then I have to wake up early for work which I had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;trouble&lt;/span&gt; doing that's why I was late. Tired eyes are starting to show up. Then evening told me that I look wasted, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hahahaah&lt;/span&gt; I really need an 8 hour sleep right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576433547559466671-6780974536357628300?l=thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/feeds/6780974536357628300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576433547559466671&amp;postID=6780974536357628300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/6780974536357628300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/6780974536357628300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/2007/11/people-are-starting-to-notice-that-im.html' title='I CAN&apos;T HIDE'/><author><name>Prince Chubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04249677328060963309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R5aMEZmzZSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6FVM0OWVf-A/S220/cortex.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576433547559466671.post-7380671664583143836</id><published>2007-11-25T10:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T13:33:30.204+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>3 WISHES</title><content type='html'>If I was given 3 wishes to change something in my life physically I would wish for... Not all people are perfect though they are unique in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; own ways. Sometimes I envy people who are almost perfect when it comes to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; physical aspects, seems like they have everything they could wish for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyways my 3 wishes would be....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Height&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why didn't I grow up? When I was a kid I'm into basketball, I always dreamed of being a varsity player ever since my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;high school&lt;/span&gt; days but the dream started to shatter when my height stops at 5'3'' when I was on my junior year. Honestly I'm good really good, but you can't just play the game with that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;height&lt;/span&gt; unless your playing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;street ball&lt;/span&gt; but when it comes to serious ball you just can't. Coaches would prefer a dumb, stupid 6 feet tall guy who didn't even understand how the game is played over a 5'3' fella who plays like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;MJ&lt;/span&gt;. I jumped every new year, drunk those stupid growth balls and prayed to God to add some more, but God thinks I'm better of this way. Well why would I argue about it. God has been great to me and my family. But if I was given a wish &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; on top.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Weight&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well losing 40 lbs. in a a day or even a week is impossible it's suicide. But if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; given a wish it's going to be second on my list. Yes there's exercise and diet but it takes patience and that's what I don't have right now. Losing a pound per week is the safest so doing the math it will take me 40 weeks to reach a 120 lbs. =( I can't blame God about this it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; my fault I turned myself into an eating machine. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;committed&lt;/span&gt; one of the seven capital sin which is gluttony. And I regret that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;XXXX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll keep my third wish to myself. It's kinda personal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;! ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576433547559466671-7380671664583143836?l=thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/feeds/7380671664583143836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576433547559466671&amp;postID=7380671664583143836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/7380671664583143836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/7380671664583143836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/2007/11/3-wishes.html' title='3 WISHES'/><author><name>Prince Chubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04249677328060963309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R5aMEZmzZSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6FVM0OWVf-A/S220/cortex.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576433547559466671.post-3379391916303673769</id><published>2007-11-23T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T13:32:21.488+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>IM LONELY</title><content type='html'>Friday night and I am here at an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; cafe. Imagine I'm here updating my blog instead of being out having fun and drinking with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Friends&lt;/span&gt; whom I've chosen over my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;. Suddenly the loneliness is hunting me. I'm so bored right now that I'm thinking of going out alone to wherever me and my car can go. I'm becoming sick, the first few weeks was fun I was like a dog out from a cellar. Going on cruise control, but luck runs out and loneliness is catching up. I'm miss my old life back but just like what I've wrote earlier nothing have change so what's the use of going back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is taking risk and I've taken that risk so might as well deal with it. It's not always fun. Now I know the downside of being single.... being alone on days you reallly needed someone to talk too, comfort you, make you feel that your secure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really confused right now... and lonely&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576433547559466671-3379391916303673769?l=thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/feeds/3379391916303673769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576433547559466671&amp;postID=3379391916303673769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/3379391916303673769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/3379391916303673769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/2007/11/friday-night-and-i-am-here-at-internet.html' title='IM LONELY'/><author><name>Prince Chubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04249677328060963309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R5aMEZmzZSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6FVM0OWVf-A/S220/cortex.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576433547559466671.post-3136835542460393416</id><published>2007-11-23T15:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T13:31:18.728+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>BREAKING UP IS HARD TO DO</title><content type='html'>It's been 2 weeks now since I ended my 6 year relationship with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jhen&lt;/span&gt;. It's hard but i really wanted and needed it. I was on a leash for so long and it's about time to break free from it. We talked about it and as usual knowing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jhen&lt;/span&gt; she won't understand the way I feel, she always feels like she's the one hurting more, but actually both of us are hurting. I needed to be free, I want the freedom of going out with my guy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt; with out the worry of reasoning out to her why I needed to go out with them. What I did is hard for her but it's the only way for us to grow and discover more of ourselves what we are capable to do without each other. If I'm not going to end it both of us will suffer, I'll be keeping it for the rest of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;my life&lt;/span&gt;. What if we got married? I'll always crave for that freedom and it will end up on more and more lies. I don't want that to happen. I love her so much but it's too much and we need this to learn and grow. I want her back but it's still too early and nothing has change yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576433547559466671-3136835542460393416?l=thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/feeds/3136835542460393416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576433547559466671&amp;postID=3136835542460393416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/3136835542460393416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/3136835542460393416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/2007/11/karma.html' title='BREAKING UP IS HARD TO DO'/><author><name>Prince Chubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04249677328060963309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R5aMEZmzZSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6FVM0OWVf-A/S220/cortex.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576433547559466671.post-2781140011457703835</id><published>2007-11-20T14:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T14:32:42.304+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"If we practice and eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth, soon the whole world will be blind and toothless."&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Mahatma Gandhi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576433547559466671-2781140011457703835?l=thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/feeds/2781140011457703835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576433547559466671&amp;postID=2781140011457703835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/2781140011457703835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/2781140011457703835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/2007/11/if-we-practice-and-eye-for-eye-and_20.html' title=''/><author><name>Prince Chubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04249677328060963309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R5aMEZmzZSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6FVM0OWVf-A/S220/cortex.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576433547559466671.post-6010384069454524618</id><published>2007-11-12T18:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T13:30:40.906+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>HIT AND RUN</title><content type='html'>Last night I was on my way home from a friend's house it was around 2:30 in the morning the roads are wide open to zoom out. I was cruising along &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Araneta&lt;/span&gt; Ave. doing 80 kph when suddenly I shouted "OH MY GOD BABY DOG!" I almost hit the poor thing. I prayed that he was able to cross the street safely. Honestly if I hit that dog my conscience will hunt me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576433547559466671-6010384069454524618?l=thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/feeds/6010384069454524618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576433547559466671&amp;postID=6010384069454524618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/6010384069454524618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/6010384069454524618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/2007/11/hit-and-run.html' title='HIT AND RUN'/><author><name>Prince Chubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04249677328060963309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R5aMEZmzZSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6FVM0OWVf-A/S220/cortex.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576433547559466671.post-2820398202718132843</id><published>2007-11-07T09:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T13:29:38.146+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>I LOVE SINGAPORE</title><content type='html'>For the first time in my life I was able to take a long vacation outside the Philippines. It's also my first time to ride an airplane. I was excited and scared at the same time, thinking of a plane crash and the probability of surviving one is really low but thank God we have a smooth trip &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;arriving&lt;/span&gt; at Singapore in one piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed at Ate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jeng's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;HDB&lt;/span&gt; (It's like a condo type apartment). My first day was a blast &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;CJ&lt;/span&gt; was my tour guide she showed me how to load the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ez&lt;/span&gt;-link card it's the key to every public transportation there from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;MRT&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;LRT&lt;/span&gt; to Buses. I was amazed on how they come up with that kind of system. Just by riding the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;MRT&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;LRT&lt;/span&gt; enables you to travel around Singapore. We went down at Orchard Station to go to Lucky Plaza to meet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Bhowie&lt;/span&gt;. I was astonish on how the area was so clean people there are very discipline maybe for the fact that there is a big fine awaiting for you when you're caught littering. I also notice that the people there are very slim specially the ladies they are fun of wearing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;fashionable&lt;/span&gt; clothes on a regular day. They also like to wear very short skirts and shorts flaunting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; milky white legs ;) That day is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Bhowie's&lt;/span&gt; pay day so he treated us for dinner and damn! the food at Singapore was so expensive to think that we just ate at a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;food court&lt;/span&gt;, the average meal there cost you 150 pesos plus a drink that cost around 50 pesos and also the cigarettes there cost you 300 pesos for a pack! Not all things there are expensive though clothes and gadgets there are cheaper compared here at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Pinas&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May first 5 days at Singapore it's more like a mall tour, going around Singapore taking pictures and enjoying the place, I felt like I was in paradise freedom from pollution, traffic, snatchers... yes you can walk freely at the street using your top of the line mobile phones without being scared of bad people taking it away from you. There is also no security guard at the door of every establishments checking your bags from bombs. I also like the dirty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ice cream&lt;/span&gt; it cost about 30 pesos here its size is like a block of cheese &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;squeeze&lt;/span&gt; between two wafer. The chocolate chip is my personal favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Zouk&lt;/span&gt; Club on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;CJ&lt;/span&gt; and some college &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Friends&lt;/span&gt; to experience how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Singaporeans&lt;/span&gt; party. And we were all surprised when we went inside they are playing old school music more of a new wave kinda thing. One thing that really caught our attention is they have dance steps actually more of a sign language on every songs played as if the songs are played over and over again. They called it Mambo Jumbo night I called it weird &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;hehehehe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Sentosa&lt;/span&gt; was the icing on the cake it's the last place I visited before I went back home. We took pictures at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Mir lion&lt;/span&gt;, ride the luge and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;sky ride&lt;/span&gt; which was really scary. Watch the dolphin show and checked out the Underwater World but the one thing I really enjoyed is watching the 4D movie it was really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our flight to Manila was in the morning and it was raining while in the taxi going to the airport I reminisce about my experience. If I only have the money to burn and no work to comeback to I will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; stay there. Taking a vacation to other countries was really something, specially if you have the money to back you up. Singapore was first on my list... I'm wondering which country would be next.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576433547559466671-2820398202718132843?l=thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/feeds/2820398202718132843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576433547559466671&amp;postID=2820398202718132843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/2820398202718132843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/2820398202718132843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-love-singapore.html' title='I LOVE SINGAPORE'/><author><name>Prince Chubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04249677328060963309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R5aMEZmzZSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6FVM0OWVf-A/S220/cortex.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576433547559466671.post-1826739744812608340</id><published>2007-11-07T09:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T13:28:18.580+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>IM BACK!!!</title><content type='html'>After 1 week of vacation at Singapore, I'm finally back... to reality. We'll it's been a while since my last post so I'm going to start posting again. I felt tired since I came back. I don't want to work anymore here I feel like my future is in another country maybe in Singapore. My mind hasn't still made up of what will I do in my life. I want to move out from my current company and try others that will make me grow more. I also want to work at Singapore but I don't have the money to back me up. Maybe next year.... I'm still undecided!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576433547559466671-1826739744812608340?l=thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/feeds/1826739744812608340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576433547559466671&amp;postID=1826739744812608340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/1826739744812608340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/1826739744812608340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-back.html' title='IM BACK!!!'/><author><name>Prince Chubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04249677328060963309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R5aMEZmzZSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6FVM0OWVf-A/S220/cortex.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576433547559466671.post-3698380509094521594</id><published>2007-10-26T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T13:27:35.061+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinions'/><title type='text'>TELLING LIES</title><content type='html'>People are sensitive, sometimes we just can't swallow the truth. That's why we lie. People lie to protect themselves and sometimes to protect other people, others usually do it to make them feel they are special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother: Your not allowed to go out the street after lunch&lt;br /&gt;Son: Why?&lt;br /&gt;Mother: Coz kukunin ka ng bumbay at ilalagay ka sa sako...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student 1: Can I barrow your book, I Just need to show it to my parents as proof that I bought one&lt;br /&gt;Student 2: Ok but you have to treat me later..&lt;br /&gt;Student 1: Sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: I'm John I'm studying at Ateneo&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Really? Can you sing the Alma Matter Song of Ateneo?&lt;br /&gt;Boy: ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BF: Gudnyt baby, Swit dreams. Lets sleep na maaga pa pasok natin bukas. bye&lt;br /&gt;GF: Ok, gudnyt baby love you! mwah! bye (Hangs up the phone)&lt;br /&gt;BF: Guys the coast is clear I'm on my way...&lt;br /&gt;GF: Girls I'll be there in a few minutes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIP: If your going to tell a lie just be sure you're consistent, or better not tell lies at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576433547559466671-3698380509094521594?l=thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/feeds/3698380509094521594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576433547559466671&amp;postID=3698380509094521594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/3698380509094521594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/3698380509094521594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/2007/10/telling-lies.html' title='TELLING LIES'/><author><name>Prince Chubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04249677328060963309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R5aMEZmzZSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6FVM0OWVf-A/S220/cortex.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576433547559466671.post-2426211995218590793</id><published>2007-10-23T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T13:26:48.471+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>STICKING WITH JHEN</title><content type='html'>My relationship with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jhen&lt;/span&gt; is going stronger as time passes by although the last few weeks we seem to lost the fire that keeps us going. Usually we see each other 24/7 but she being too busy lately we rarely see each other. I was bored, I felt alone that's when I realized I was free from the leash that's locking me up. So I called my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt; and started going out with them to party, it went on for two weeks and I felt bored. That's when I realized that I missed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jhen&lt;/span&gt; that I rather be with her than with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt; for two weeks I was enlighten from the fact that I was missing a lot. They share &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; stories with me the number of girls they mingle with, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; past relationships, the number of times they cheated. I was a virgin compared to them part of me want to experience &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; adventures and the other part of me is telling me not too. That 2 weeks of my life made me realize that being single is not that fun at all, being with someone you love is special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love being with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Jhen&lt;/span&gt; and it seems as of this moment nobody can't take her place right now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to teach myself to be contented on what I have. On what little freedom &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Jhen&lt;/span&gt; is giving me right now. I think that's the key to our relationship being contented on what you have and enjoying it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576433547559466671-2426211995218590793?l=thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/feeds/2426211995218590793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576433547559466671&amp;postID=2426211995218590793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/2426211995218590793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/2426211995218590793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/2007/10/sticking-with-jhen.html' title='STICKING WITH JHEN'/><author><name>Prince Chubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04249677328060963309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R5aMEZmzZSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6FVM0OWVf-A/S220/cortex.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576433547559466671.post-8660008031064581013</id><published>2007-10-22T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T13:26:11.123+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>GOT HIGH AT TAGAYTAY</title><content type='html'>After eating dinner at Bianca's our group decided to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tagaytay&lt;/span&gt; to drink. Me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jhen&lt;/span&gt;, Carlos, Aileen, AG, Ron, Tom, Camille. We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bougth&lt;/span&gt; are booze at 7-eleven though not everyone likes the idea of drinking COLT 45 so we mix it up with Red Horse so we're divided into the 45's and the horses. We stayed at 5R inn got a nice room with a perfect spot to drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All guys drank the 45's except for Ron who was not really into drinking. We stayed up till 4 am in the morning talking bout anything we could possibly think off. I got tipsy good thing for me that we ran out of booze or I'll might end up being drunk. I slept on the couch, I let &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jhen&lt;/span&gt; sleep alone in the small bed both of us won't fit anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up around 9:30 am Aileen was cleaning the place. Everyone had no hang overs except for Carlos who puke on a plastic bag that has a hole in it. Everybody was hungry so we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Leslies&lt;/span&gt; to take our brunch there but we were surprise of how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;expensive&lt;/span&gt; the food they are serving everyone decided to eat at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Dencio's&lt;/span&gt; which is lot more cheaper. We we're somewhat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;embarrass&lt;/span&gt; but who cares It's not everyday will be at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Tagayatay&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our brunch we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Caleruega&lt;/span&gt; a very nice place if your a nature lover this is the place for you. There is also a nice chapel there, they say it's a nice place to held your wedding but the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;aile&lt;/span&gt; is too short and I still prefer a longer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;aile&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576433547559466671-8660008031064581013?l=thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/feeds/8660008031064581013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576433547559466671&amp;postID=8660008031064581013' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/8660008031064581013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/8660008031064581013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/2007/10/got-high-at-tagaytay.html' title='GOT HIGH AT TAGAYTAY'/><author><name>Prince Chubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04249677328060963309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R5aMEZmzZSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6FVM0OWVf-A/S220/cortex.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576433547559466671.post-4610902366567700453</id><published>2007-10-22T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T13:25:38.881+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>A WEEK TO GO</title><content type='html'>7 days to go before may first ride on an airplane going to Singapore. Not really excited about it, since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;worried&lt;/span&gt; on the tight budget I have on a long vacation outside the country. 5k for a week on a country with a higher cost of living. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Good luck&lt;/span&gt; to Me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576433547559466671-4610902366567700453?l=thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/feeds/4610902366567700453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576433547559466671&amp;postID=4610902366567700453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/4610902366567700453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/4610902366567700453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/2007/10/week-to-go.html' title='A WEEK TO GO'/><author><name>Prince Chubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04249677328060963309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R5aMEZmzZSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6FVM0OWVf-A/S220/cortex.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576433547559466671.post-6243053793630265726</id><published>2007-10-19T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T13:24:32.579+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>MY LIFE SUCKS!!!</title><content type='html'>It's Friday again and I don't feel like working, so here I am wasting my time doing nothing thinking of this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;coming&lt;/span&gt; weekend. My College &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt; are planning to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tagaytay&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;. The problem is I have no money got to pay my credit card bills and phone bills. I have no savings, I have to pay &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jhen&lt;/span&gt; 10k for our fair to Singapore and I still owe her another 10K for may past debts. DAMN!!! I 'm broke!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My car is due for tune-up, no gas on the tank.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Huhuhuuhu&lt;/span&gt;! My life Sucks right now!!! I just want to go home but I still have to wait till 6 pm. I think I need a new job, Hopefully at Singapore but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; it's not easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored promise!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576433547559466671-6243053793630265726?l=thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/feeds/6243053793630265726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576433547559466671&amp;postID=6243053793630265726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/6243053793630265726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/6243053793630265726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-life-sucks.html' title='MY LIFE SUCKS!!!'/><author><name>Prince Chubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04249677328060963309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R5aMEZmzZSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6FVM0OWVf-A/S220/cortex.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576433547559466671.post-5352738316704958310</id><published>2007-10-19T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T13:23:30.606+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>6 YEARS AND COUNTING?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jhen&lt;/span&gt; and I were together for 6 years and 3 months, I met her back in college during my freshmen year at MIT. I was really shy back then just don't have the guts to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;approach&lt;/span&gt; girls since we are on the same group of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt; it made my life easy to get her attention. I courted her for a month, I still remember that night I was in ecstasy, overjoyed, happy etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jhen&lt;/span&gt; was fun, finally I have someone to share my dreams, someone to talk too, someone to cuddle, hug... plainly someone to love. But on every relationship there's always ups and downs. During our first year she discovered that I was lying to her, I made up a story that she was my 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;girlfriend&lt;/span&gt; where in fact she's my first and being a lousy liar the stories that I made up are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;inconsistent&lt;/span&gt; that's how she caught me. I did that for the reason that I want to be even with her, me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;being&lt;/span&gt; her 1&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;oth&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;boyfriend&lt;/span&gt; so I made up a story, I also did that so she won't feel that I'm a loser back in high school ..... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; fine! I was really stupid I was only 18 and a virgin when it comes to relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then &lt;strong&gt;TRUST&lt;/strong&gt; was lost and up to know it never came back for the next 5 years we leave in a world full of doubts. For that stupid mistake I suffered a lot. I thought I can make her trust me again but I failed. She never allowed me to go out with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt; thinking of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; just going to flirt with them, for the last 6 years I was stuck with her, I never had an opportunity to meet new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt; and If I'm at the point of making one she cuts it off. My world revolves around her and I felt sick with it. I really don't see anything wrong in making new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt; I know myself, I know my limitations. So I made a brave move I went out with my new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt; that I met at work without asking her permission I go out with them besides I'm a 100% sure she won't allow me. I just want to enjoy my life for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Christ&lt;/span&gt; sake! But lady luck was not on my way she found out and I paid big time for it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Jhen&lt;/span&gt; has a strong personality she never accepts mistakes specially when it comes to our relationship. For the past six years I'm the one who's always wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never cheated on her which I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; is much more grave than telling a lie that she was my 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;. I really don't deserve to be deprive of going out with my old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt;. I love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Jhen&lt;/span&gt; so much. She's the one I want to marry in the future but without &lt;strong&gt;TRUST&lt;/strong&gt; it won't work. I was deprive of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;personal&lt;/span&gt; life. And I'm scared that if we end up together I'll be ending the little freedom I'm having right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During this past week I'm becoming rebellious, since she's busy on her work I tried to go out with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt; a lot and I found out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;that I&lt;/span&gt; have been missing a lot lately. And I want to make up for it. I want to enjoy my life before I get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;married&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; during the past six years I was on a leash trying to break free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576433547559466671-5352738316704958310?l=thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/feeds/5352738316704958310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576433547559466671&amp;postID=5352738316704958310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/5352738316704958310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576433547559466671/posts/default/5352738316704958310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkingwhiledriving.blogspot.com/2007/10/6-years-and-counting.html' title='6 YEARS AND COUNTING?'/><author><name>Prince Chubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04249677328060963309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_URdMheZ15KE/R5aMEZmzZSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6FVM0OWVf-A/S220/cortex.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
