<?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-16244642</id><updated>2011-07-28T06:59:37.439-07:00</updated><category term='just wanna share it'/><category term='The best thing in life is furry'/><title type='text'>wengmeow</title><subtitle type='html'>don't mess with animals, or you'll be in a mess.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>wengkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14188495292374345145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/S5DnwN9mpFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-cK8F3zO8c4/S220/wengkat.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>75</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16244642.post-4190045160212882152</id><published>2010-03-05T02:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T02:40:26.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>love is..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/S5Dfj5ti5wI/AAAAAAAAACo/QF6SNAVJk-o/s1600-h/love+pukes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/S5Dfj5ti5wI/AAAAAAAAACo/QF6SNAVJk-o/s320/love+pukes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445097757371197186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16244642-4190045160212882152?l=wennadcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/feeds/4190045160212882152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16244642&amp;postID=4190045160212882152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/4190045160212882152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/4190045160212882152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/2010/03/love-is.html' title='love is..'/><author><name>wengkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14188495292374345145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/S5DnwN9mpFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-cK8F3zO8c4/S220/wengkat.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/S5Dfj5ti5wI/AAAAAAAAACo/QF6SNAVJk-o/s72-c/love+pukes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16244642.post-4600167489740058130</id><published>2008-08-16T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T02:16:25.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>smart daddy?</title><content type='html'>Last Tuesday, while i was busy doing some home fixings, i heard my little girl (sometimes, i still refer to her as my baby) murmuring and suddenly blurted, "smart daddy! smart daddy!" I was in the other room busy with my "butingting" job. So i thought she and her dad were together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done with my job, i approached her and checked what she was doing. She was sitting on the bed alone and was holding a simpack. And I was amused to learn and what she was referring to as "smart daddy" was actually Smart Buddy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May be she recognized it through the logo. How would she know it is Smart Buddy when she could not read yet? This kid is a TV addict, which explains why she had memorized almost all of the TV ads. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, she also saw a puzzle box with the Jollibee logo. She shouted, "Jollibee!" with matching singing "Bida ang sarap..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say mo? hehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16244642-4600167489740058130?l=wennadcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/feeds/4600167489740058130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16244642&amp;postID=4600167489740058130' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/4600167489740058130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/4600167489740058130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/2008/08/smart-daddy.html' title='smart daddy?'/><author><name>wengkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14188495292374345145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/S5DnwN9mpFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-cK8F3zO8c4/S220/wengkat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16244642.post-4160868604117514168</id><published>2008-06-15T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:08:09.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>diona mae d' menace</title><content type='html'>at two years old diona mae already knows the proper way of using a pen. most of the time, she messes with my notebooks and even my books! one day, she found my book "The Little Prince" and tore its pages. whaaaa.... but what she loves to do most is scribble at anything, including walls, floors, tables, chairs and her arms and legs!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/SFXTxbgpQjI/AAAAAAAAABc/Vq4G57k7OXE/s1600-h/Picture+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/SFXTxbgpQjI/AAAAAAAAABc/Vq4G57k7OXE/s320/Picture+040.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212304989902946866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;messing with her lolo's receipts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/SFXTyhVogzI/AAAAAAAAABk/enB8Xd5U-Fk/s1600-h/Picture+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/SFXTyhVogzI/AAAAAAAAABk/enB8Xd5U-Fk/s320/Picture+049.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212305008647242546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and find another thing to mess with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/SFXTyghIlmI/AAAAAAAAABs/JR1jRJDrQeE/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/SFXTyghIlmI/AAAAAAAAABs/JR1jRJDrQeE/s320/Picture+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212305008427046498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, with mom's book.  see, she can draw circles already...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16244642-4160868604117514168?l=wennadcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/feeds/4160868604117514168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16244642&amp;postID=4160868604117514168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/4160868604117514168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/4160868604117514168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/2008/06/diona-maes-masterpiece.html' title='diona mae d&apos; menace'/><author><name>wengkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14188495292374345145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/S5DnwN9mpFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-cK8F3zO8c4/S220/wengkat.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/SFXTxbgpQjI/AAAAAAAAABc/Vq4G57k7OXE/s72-c/Picture+040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16244642.post-3955675402805806483</id><published>2008-06-15T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:08:10.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the city hall reporters with the future mayor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/SFXRHmhNq4I/AAAAAAAAABU/u7kJCuVgw3A/s1600-h/city+hall%27grp.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/SFXRHmhNq4I/AAAAAAAAABU/u7kJCuVgw3A/s320/city+hall%27grp.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212302072280361858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who says we, city hall reporters are not organized? they said, "kanya-kanya" ra daw mi. well, let them think whatever they want to. basta kami, we enjoy each others' company. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note: this pic was taken during the inauguration of the new City Hall legislative building few months ago (i forgot the exact date. heee..)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16244642-3955675402805806483?l=wennadcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/feeds/3955675402805806483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16244642&amp;postID=3955675402805806483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/3955675402805806483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/3955675402805806483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/2008/06/city-hall-reporters-with-future-mayor.html' title='the city hall reporters with the future mayor'/><author><name>wengkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14188495292374345145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/S5DnwN9mpFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-cK8F3zO8c4/S220/wengkat.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/SFXRHmhNq4I/AAAAAAAAABU/u7kJCuVgw3A/s72-c/city+hall%27grp.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16244642.post-2516464219288819762</id><published>2008-03-15T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T03:39:30.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>funny</title><content type='html'>This is funny story on marriage proposal turned disaster. I just copied it from the internet (Sorry folks, i don't have much time to write a blog entry. hehehehe)&lt;br /&gt;Fri Mar 14, 10:48 AM ET&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;LONDON (Reuters) - It is the one moment every man wants to get right -- and which London floor-fitter Lefkos Hajji could hardly have got more wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The luckless 28 year-old's dreams of giving his sweetheart, Leanne, 26, the ultimate proposal have literally vanished into thin air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hajji, of Hackney, east London, had concealed a $12,000 engagement ring inside a helium balloon. The idea was that she would pop the balloon as he popped the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as he left the shop, a gust of wind pulled the balloon from his hand and he watched the ring -- and quite possibly the affections of his girlfriend -- sailing away over the rooftops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I couldn't believe it," he told The Sun newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I just watched as it went further and further into the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I felt like such a plonker. It cost a fortune and I knew my girlfriend would kill me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hajji spent two hours in his car trying to chase and find the balloon, without success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I thought I would give Leanne a pin so I could literally pop the question," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But I had to tell her the story -- she went absolutely mad. Now she is refusing to speak to me until I get her a new ring."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is hoping the ring will still turn up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It would be amazing if someone found it," he added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Reporting by Peter Apps. Editing by Steve Addison)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16244642-2516464219288819762?l=wennadcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/feeds/2516464219288819762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16244642&amp;postID=2516464219288819762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/2516464219288819762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/2516464219288819762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/2008/03/funny.html' title='funny'/><author><name>wengkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14188495292374345145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/S5DnwN9mpFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-cK8F3zO8c4/S220/wengkat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16244642.post-6451759964848268594</id><published>2007-11-25T19:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:08:10.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>addicted</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/R0o4zvSVpvI/AAAAAAAAABM/NzSRxpYp-mc/s1600-h/game_freestyle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/R0o4zvSVpvI/AAAAAAAAABM/NzSRxpYp-mc/s320/game_freestyle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136980786487338738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really not fond of playing on line games (may be except online scrabble) until i discovered this. Before, i hated my boyfriend for staying stuck in front of the computer playing this game until the wee hours of the morning. I like watching it because it's like watching  real basketball tournament. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My curiousity grew and one day i asked him to teach me how to play it. And voila! I loved it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This saying is 101% true: "If you can't beat 'em, join 'em." hehehehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao! Magdula pa ko. It's time for the big show baby... :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16244642-6451759964848268594?l=wennadcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/feeds/6451759964848268594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16244642&amp;postID=6451759964848268594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/6451759964848268594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/6451759964848268594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/2007/11/addicted.html' title='addicted'/><author><name>wengkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14188495292374345145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/S5DnwN9mpFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-cK8F3zO8c4/S220/wengkat.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/R0o4zvSVpvI/AAAAAAAAABM/NzSRxpYp-mc/s72-c/game_freestyle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16244642.post-8069971153789468511</id><published>2007-10-22T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:08:10.641-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bombed (?!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/RxxP5Jf8e8I/AAAAAAAAAA8/wq1ATFSnofc/s1600-h/glorietta"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/RxxP5Jf8e8I/AAAAAAAAAA8/wq1ATFSnofc/s320/glorietta" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124058319261825986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glorietta 2 after the blast (photo from the internet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past 2 p.m. Friday when the freaking news about the explosion in Glorietta broke out. I was at the Freeman newsroom and was about to write my reports when my attention was caught by colleagues gathered around the TV set. Curious, i joined them and was surprised when i learned that one of the posh malls in Manila was "bombed." I suddenly remembered by older brother who works in the same mall as a security personnel. Wasting no time, i immediately sent him text message asking how he was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He replied: "Ok naman kami. Sa kabilang building lang namin (the explosion). Pinalabas na lahat ng tao dito."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such a relief to read his message.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The alleged bombing, which happened early afternoon last Friday killed at least 11 people and wounded more than 100 others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rajah Sulaiman Group immediately claimed responsibility for the incident but many doubt it because anybody could just lay claim of being the one responsible for the bombing to further sow confusion especially on investigators doing probe on the cause of the blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excerpts from the Philstar report: "The PNP earlier said evidence collected from the blast site tested positive for RDX, a main ingredient of the explosive C-4.... The findings were however, being re-evaluated because all other samples from the blast site have tested negative for explosives, according to the three investigators.... They pointed out the possibility that fumes may have leaked from a huge diesel fuel container, or methane gas from a septic tank, and ignited in the tightly enclosed concrete basement." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it perpetrated by terrorists groups, by loyal supporters of President Arroyo, or was it merely accidental? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your guess is as good as mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16244642-8069971153789468511?l=wennadcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/feeds/8069971153789468511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16244642&amp;postID=8069971153789468511' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/8069971153789468511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/8069971153789468511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/2007/10/bombed.html' title='bombed (?!)'/><author><name>wengkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14188495292374345145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/S5DnwN9mpFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-cK8F3zO8c4/S220/wengkat.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/RxxP5Jf8e8I/AAAAAAAAAA8/wq1ATFSnofc/s72-c/glorietta' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16244642.post-1293867372312473</id><published>2007-10-17T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:08:10.819-08:00</updated><title type='text'>filling the gap</title><content type='html'>i've been lost for quite a period of time... because i chose to live in a remote place like this where i can commune with the sea anytime. hehehe. see? mura na ko'g uling sa kaitom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/RxbCeeOlKKI/AAAAAAAAAA0/rXe9KYa-EiI/s1600-h/diona+n+va%C3%B1o.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/RxbCeeOlKKI/AAAAAAAAAA0/rXe9KYa-EiI/s320/diona+n+va%C3%B1o.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122495454946601122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16244642-1293867372312473?l=wennadcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/feeds/1293867372312473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16244642&amp;postID=1293867372312473' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/1293867372312473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/1293867372312473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/2007/10/filling-gap.html' title='filling the gap'/><author><name>wengkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14188495292374345145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/S5DnwN9mpFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-cK8F3zO8c4/S220/wengkat.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/RxbCeeOlKKI/AAAAAAAAAA0/rXe9KYa-EiI/s72-c/diona+n+va%C3%B1o.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16244642.post-8404498092793466498</id><published>2007-08-06T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:08:10.961-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just wanna share it'/><title type='text'>Where Does the Phrase "Knock on the Wood" Came From?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/RrX2WutrkQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/xBvugGMAWHQ/s1600-h/woodbig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/RrX2WutrkQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/xBvugGMAWHQ/s320/woodbig.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095249423796769026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came across this interesting article in the Internet recently. PLease read on: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To touch wood or knock on wood is a superstition action to ward off any evil consequences or bad luck, perhaps because of some recent action you’ve taken or untimely boasting about your good fortune (“I’ve never been in danger of drowning, touch wood”); it can also be a charm to bring good luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The origin is unknown, though some writers have pointed to pre-Christian rituals involving the spirits of sacred trees such as the oak, ash, holly or hawthorn. There is, I’m told, an old Irish belief that you should knock on wood to let the little people know that you are thanking them for a bit of good luck. There’s also a belief that the knocking sound prevents the Devil from hearing your unwise comments. Others have sought a meaning in which the wood symbolises the timber of the cross, but this may be a Christianisation of an older ritual. It wasn’t always wood that was lucky: in older days, iron was also thought to have magical properties, and to touch iron was an equivalent preventative against ill-fortune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phrase itself is relatively modern, as the oldest citation for the British version of the phrase, touch wood, that I can find dates only from 1899. The American equivalent knock on wood is roughly contemporary, with my first example from 1905." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source(s):&lt;br /&gt;http://www.worldwidewords.org/qa/qa-tou1...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16244642-8404498092793466498?l=wennadcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/feeds/8404498092793466498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16244642&amp;postID=8404498092793466498' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/8404498092793466498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/8404498092793466498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/2007/08/where-does-phrase-knock-on-wood-came.html' title='Where Does the Phrase &quot;Knock on the Wood&quot; Came From?'/><author><name>wengkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14188495292374345145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/S5DnwN9mpFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-cK8F3zO8c4/S220/wengkat.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/RrX2WutrkQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/xBvugGMAWHQ/s72-c/woodbig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16244642.post-1787460965702467585</id><published>2007-07-05T04:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:08:11.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bandaged</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/RozSyXK_4dI/AAAAAAAAAAk/5ZcIGzk3ZyY/s1600-h/little_hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/RozSyXK_4dI/AAAAAAAAAAk/5ZcIGzk3ZyY/s320/little_hands.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083669842049884626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diona's little hands when she was hospitalized for dengue some five months ago. I find time, and courage to post this only now. Her agony was twice painful on my part and our five days stay at the hospital was seem eons to me. But she's a fighter and she's all well now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly imagine how i nearly lost my baby partly due to the negligence of a doctor/pedia, who did not recommend to have the baby undergo CBC and have her confined until we insisted (If legislators would again push for the Medical Malpractice Bill, i may favor it). But all these are now charged to experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I don't know how to write na... ugh!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16244642-1787460965702467585?l=wennadcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/feeds/1787460965702467585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16244642&amp;postID=1787460965702467585' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/1787460965702467585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/1787460965702467585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/2007/07/bandaged.html' title='bandaged'/><author><name>wengkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14188495292374345145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/S5DnwN9mpFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-cK8F3zO8c4/S220/wengkat.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/RozSyXK_4dI/AAAAAAAAAAk/5ZcIGzk3ZyY/s72-c/little_hands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16244642.post-3437131972622043819</id><published>2007-05-12T02:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:08:11.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'>paris</title><content type='html'>Will Paris Hilton go to jail? (same question asked over CNN today)Make a guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/RkWLPsf6NUI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PnwQ9B7wz0Y/s1600-h/paris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/RkWLPsf6NUI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PnwQ9B7wz0Y/s320/paris.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063606457807287618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I just read she is permitted to drive again - despite receiving a sentence for jail time last Friday for violating her probation by driving with a suspended license. The hotel heiress will begin a 45-day sentence next month but, according to the Department of Motor Vehicles, she's free to get behind the wheel of a car in the meantime (from the net).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16244642-3437131972622043819?l=wennadcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/feeds/3437131972622043819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16244642&amp;postID=3437131972622043819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/3437131972622043819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/3437131972622043819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/2007/05/paris.html' title='paris'/><author><name>wengkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14188495292374345145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/S5DnwN9mpFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-cK8F3zO8c4/S220/wengkat.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/RkWLPsf6NUI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PnwQ9B7wz0Y/s72-c/paris.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16244642.post-5488746248823333142</id><published>2007-05-09T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T01:23:26.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>naming names</title><content type='html'>This is hilarious. Change the answers using your&lt;br /&gt;names... I tag Vatski, Sona, whoever nga ganahan... Have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. YOUR REAL NAME: Wenna Anayan Berondo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. YOUR GANGSTA NAME: (first 3 letters of real name&lt;br /&gt;plus izzle.) Wenizzle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. YOUR DETECTIVE NAME: (fav color and fav animal)&lt;br /&gt;White Cat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME: (middle name, and current&lt;br /&gt;street)  Anayan Bacalso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. YOUR STAR WARS NAME: (the first 3 letters of your&lt;br /&gt;last name, first 2 letters of your first name, first 3&lt;br /&gt;letters of mom's maiden name)  Berweana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. YOUR SUPERHERO NAME: (2nd favorite color, favorite&lt;br /&gt;drink). Blue water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. YOUR WITNESS PROTECTION NAME: (Mother's middle name&lt;br /&gt;and father's middle name )  Anayan Aliponga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. YOUR GOTH NAME: (black, and the name of one your&lt;br /&gt;pets)  Black Popo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16244642-5488746248823333142?l=wennadcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/feeds/5488746248823333142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16244642&amp;postID=5488746248823333142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/5488746248823333142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/5488746248823333142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/2007/05/naming-names.html' title='naming names'/><author><name>wengkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14188495292374345145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/S5DnwN9mpFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-cK8F3zO8c4/S220/wengkat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16244642.post-3255322444527034197</id><published>2007-05-06T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:08:11.545-08:00</updated><title type='text'>twosome</title><content type='html'>I wonder why babies grow so fast. Now, Diona Mae has nearly outgrow me. See? Hehehe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/Rj6wHcf6NTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5CQe_0jxLGo/s1600-h/diona+n+me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/Rj6wHcf6NTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5CQe_0jxLGo/s320/diona+n+me.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061676673166619954" /&gt;&lt;/a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16244642-3255322444527034197?l=wennadcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/feeds/3255322444527034197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16244642&amp;postID=3255322444527034197' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/3255322444527034197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/3255322444527034197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/2007/05/twosome.html' title='twosome'/><author><name>wengkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14188495292374345145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/S5DnwN9mpFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-cK8F3zO8c4/S220/wengkat.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/Rj6wHcf6NTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5CQe_0jxLGo/s72-c/diona+n+me.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16244642.post-2601777129846439564</id><published>2007-05-05T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:08:11.859-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The best thing in life is furry'/><title type='text'>Glücklicher geburtstag</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/RjxUdcf6NSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iHFeAp6_YKE/s1600-h/frodo_and_cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/RjxUdcf6NSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iHFeAp6_YKE/s320/frodo_and_cake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061012946100565282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a lot for all those people who remembered my birthday-- my best friend, who roused me from my deep slumber early in the morning just to greet me. My classmate and one of my closest friends, Pearl Eunice, who persistently prodded me to treat her (sorry mafriend, pigado gid ko ya ah! kag wala ka man diri sa cebu) and to my officemates in The Freeman, who nearly made me cry by simultaneously (but not so harmoniously) singing a birthday song right after i entered this oven-like office (it's okay, it's peak of summer). mao to maski wa koy kwarta ako na lang sila gipakaon kay dala ra tingale tos kagutom... sige lang, maski wa koy ipalit og gatas og diaper ugma. Faet!&lt;br /&gt;And special thanks too to Ma'am Ethel Natera of VECO for the very wonderful gift. Cheers! This is one of the best and happiest birthdays of my ___ years of existence (Sorry, my age should remain a secret, abi pa lang tigulang na ta). &lt;br /&gt;*****************&lt;br /&gt;(senti gamay)&lt;br /&gt;When i woke up this morning, i felt a sudden pang of pain in my heart when i realized that it's my natal day and i am dead broke. But when i saw the little angel sleeping next to me, my nerves went alive. Thanks God, you have given me the BEST present ever. Indeed the best things in life could not be bought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16244642-2601777129846439564?l=wennadcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/feeds/2601777129846439564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16244642&amp;postID=2601777129846439564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/2601777129846439564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/2601777129846439564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/2007/05/glcklicher-geburtstag.html' title='Glücklicher geburtstag'/><author><name>wengkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14188495292374345145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/S5DnwN9mpFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-cK8F3zO8c4/S220/wengkat.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/RjxUdcf6NSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iHFeAp6_YKE/s72-c/frodo_and_cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16244642.post-5617882172451444341</id><published>2007-03-23T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T23:49:53.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ThE GReAteSt AdViSe</title><content type='html'>Don't date because you are desperate.&lt;br /&gt;Don't marry because you are miserable.&lt;br /&gt;Don't have kids because you think your genes are superior.&lt;br /&gt;Don't philander because you think you are irresistible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't associate with people you can't trust.&lt;br /&gt;Don't cheat. Don't lie. Don't pretend.&lt;br /&gt;Don't dictate because you are smarter.&lt;br /&gt;Don't demand because you are stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't sleep around because you think you are old enough and know better.&lt;br /&gt;Don't hurt your kids because loving them is harder.&lt;br /&gt;Don't sell yourself, your family, or your ideals. Don't stagnate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't regress.&lt;br /&gt;Don't live in the past. Time can't bring anything or anyone back.&lt;br /&gt;Don't put your life on hold for possibly Mr/Ms Right.&lt;br /&gt;Don't throw your life away on absolutely Mr Wrong because your biological clock is ticking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn a new skill.&lt;br /&gt;Find a new friend.&lt;br /&gt;Start a new career.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, there is no race to be won.&lt;br /&gt;Only a price to be paid for some of life's more hasty decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To terminate your loneliness, reach out to the homeless.&lt;br /&gt;To feed your nurturing instincts, care for the needy.&lt;br /&gt;To fulfill your parenting fantasies, get a puppy.&lt;br /&gt;Don't bring another life into this world for all the wrong reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make yourself happy, pursue your passions and be the best of what you can be.&lt;br /&gt;Simplify your life. Take away the clutter.&lt;br /&gt;Get rid of destructive elements: abusive friends, nasty habits, and dangerous liaisons.&lt;br /&gt;Don't abandon your responsibilities but don't overdose on duty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't live life recklessly without thought and feeling for your family.&lt;br /&gt;Be true to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Don't commit when you are not ready.&lt;br /&gt;Don't keep others waiting needlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go on that trip. Don't postpone it.&lt;br /&gt;Say those words. Don't let the moment pass.&lt;br /&gt;Do what you have to, even at society's scorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write poetry.&lt;br /&gt;Love Deeply.&lt;br /&gt;Walk barefoot.&lt;br /&gt;Dance with wild abandon.&lt;br /&gt;Cry at the movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care of yourself. Don't wait for someone to take care of you.&lt;br /&gt;You light up your life.&lt;br /&gt;You drive yourself to your destination.&lt;br /&gt;No one completes you - except YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't true that life does not get easier with age.&lt;br /&gt;It only gets more challenging.&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid. Don't lose your capacity to love.&lt;br /&gt;Pursue your passions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live your dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Don't lose faith in God.&lt;br /&gt;Don't grow old. Just grow YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you give someone your time, you are giving them a portion of your life that you'll never get back. Your time is your life. That is why the greatest gift you can give someone is your time. Relationships take time and effort, and the best way to spell love is T-I-M-E because the essence of love is not what we think or do or provide for others, but how much we give of ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Rick Warren, The Purpose Driven Life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16244642-5617882172451444341?l=wennadcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/feeds/5617882172451444341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16244642&amp;postID=5617882172451444341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/5617882172451444341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/5617882172451444341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/2007/03/greatest-advise.html' title='ThE GReAteSt AdViSe'/><author><name>wengkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14188495292374345145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/S5DnwN9mpFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-cK8F3zO8c4/S220/wengkat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16244642.post-117074902147840562</id><published>2007-02-05T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T00:03:41.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting, very interesting!</title><content type='html'>I came across this very interesting news at the internet recently and I can't help it but share this to a few bloggers who may happen to drop by this site. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is the photograph and the details of the news: &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2070/1535/1600/257948/corpse%20flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2070/1535/320/354929/corpse%20flower.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LONDON (Reuters)- Unseasonably warm weather may have tricked the world's smelliest plant into blooming in the middle of the northern hemisphere winter, botanists at the Eden Project where the native of Sumatra is housed, told Reuters. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The warmth of 2006 and mild winter to date have encouraged the Titan Arum or Corpse Flower into a phenomenal growth spurt and into flower -- an event that usually happens only once every six to nine years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Titan, standing at 164 cms tall is now giving off a revolting stink," said curator Don Murray. "It is a cross between rotten cheese, dog poo and something dead."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tonight the flowers will be in full bloom -- as will the stench -- and that will last through Tuesday and Wednesday. But by Thursday it will have started to die back," he told Reuters from the project in Cornwall 220 miles southwest of London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murray said it was highly abnormal for the plant to flower in winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Last year's unprecedented warm temperatures and high sunshine levels and the extremely mild winter we are currently experiencing have to be considered as a factor in this rare occurrence," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Corpse Flower is a native of central Sumatra and it uses its pungent attraction to entice the insects it needs for pollination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The insects dive into the honeycomb-like stem that houses the flowers where they become trapped and covered in the plant's pollen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After its brief but olfactorily memorable appearance the whole structure dies back, releasing the insects while the corm of the plant lying under the ground rests while it gathers the energy it will need to surge back into visible and pungent life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16244642-117074902147840562?l=wennadcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/feeds/117074902147840562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16244642&amp;postID=117074902147840562' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/117074902147840562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/117074902147840562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/2007/02/interesting-very-interesting.html' title='Interesting, very interesting!'/><author><name>wengkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14188495292374345145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/S5DnwN9mpFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-cK8F3zO8c4/S220/wengkat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16244642.post-116873436918505425</id><published>2007-01-13T16:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T16:55:53.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>proud to be pinoy</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I felt a sense of pride as i watched the leaders of the Association of Southeast Asian Nations wave their hands as local and international photographers and videographers document them during the first day of the 12th ASEAN Summit at the Shangri-La Mactan Island Hotel Resort. Pride because I guess it was the first time that heads of states, who are in official function, deviated from the tradition of wearing coat-and-tie and dressed themselves in original hand-made "Barong Tagalog."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They looked very refreshing and comfy/neat in their attires as they stood for a picture against a backdrop of the clear Mactan Channel waters and colorful vintas (I envied them. I've been wishing to have my pic taken against such a breathtaking background or stand in that place and watch the fascinating view. Ahhhh...Cool!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud that of all the places in the Philippines, they chose this beautiful island city of Cebu, the "Queen City of the South," as the host of this year's biggest gathering of ASEAN leaders. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, I'm proud I'm a Filipino. Could not say I'm proud to be Cebuano because I am not one. However, i already considered Cebu as my second home. So let's all be proud! (hehehe)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2070/1535/1600/912984/asean12photo-000258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2070/1535/320/968027/asean12photo-000258.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASEAN LEADERS ALL IN A ROW. With the clean and beautiful ocean as a backdrop, leaders of Association of South East Asian Nations (ASEAN) attending the 12th ASEAN Summit wave their hands as they pose for a group picture outside the Mactan Summit Hall of the Shangri-la Hotel Mactan January 13. They are from left -- Sultan Haji Hassanal Bolkiah of Brunei Darussalam, Prime Minister Samdech Hun Sen of Cambodia, President Susilo Bambang Yudhoyono of Indonesia, Prime Minister Bouasone Bouphavanh of Laos, Dato Seri Abdullah Bin Haji Ahmad Badawi of Malaysia, Prime Minister Lee Hsien Loong of Singapore, Prime Minister Lt Gen Soe Win of Myanmar, Thai Prime Minister Gen. Surayud Chulanont and Prime Minister Nguyen Tan Dung of Vietnam. (Photo and caption borrowed from www.12thaseansummit.org, the official website of the 12th ASEAN summit).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I guess i'm the most fortunate among the lucky reporters tasked to cover the summit because I was the only one who was able to take a glimpse (of course in flesh) of the dignitaries donned in the Philippine National Costume. But had I been caught having no permit to go there (because the event is strictly photo op, meaning no reporters allowed) I could have been the unluckiest as Sir Saul of the Media Affairs and Relations Office of the Malacañang announced: "Those who has no H5 passes (yep, media passes are in codes, depending on the event), get out of the hotel now!" I was pretending I was one of the volunteers so I was spared. Whew!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And this is the article i wrote about it&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donned in traditional Filipino shirts hand-woven from banana and pineapple fibres, leaders of the Association of Southeast Asian Nations yesterday started their annual summit, discussing counter-terrorism, trade and regional security and the first ever ASEAN charter.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Breaking the traditional coat-and-tie attire in formal meetings, the dignitaries looked at ease while they gather inside the Mactan Summit Hall, overlooking the sea at the Shangri-La Mactan Hotel and Resort in Lapu-Lapu City at 9 a .m. for the plenary and retreat. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;After several hours of discussions, later on the day, the heads of states came to terms and signed a number of declarations including the ASEAN Convention on Counterterrorism, the ASEAN Declaration on Protection and Promotion of the Rights of Migrant Workers, the Cebu Declaration Towards One Caring and Sharing Community, and the Cebu Declaration on the Acceleration of the Establishment of an ASEAN Community by 2015 (see separate story). &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Several statements like the Statement on the DOHA Development Agenda of Two, the Instrument of Accession to the Treaty of Amity and Cooperation in Southeast Asia , and the Statement of the ASEAN leaders on the Debt-Equity Proposal for Funding were also inked.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;President Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo, who was dressed in a beige linen barong-style dress, arrived at the venue of the meeting 30 minutes ahead of the 9 a .m. scheduled arrival of her fellow ASEAN heads of states. Arroyo, despite being the shortest, stood out among the dignitaries, being the summit’s host and the only woman in the group. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Brunei Sultan Haji Hassanal Bolkiah arrived after Arroyo and followed by the leaders of the other member countries in alphabetical order. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The men, who wore short-sleeved linen barongs embroidered with brown trimmings, were welcomed by the only woman leader in the meeting. Each of the heads of states, including Arroyo, arrived on board a golf cart that ferried them from their respective cottages to the Mactan Summit Hall to a red carpet welcome. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Before entering the meeting's venue, the ASEAN leaders posed for their first group photo for the summit against the backdrop of the Mactan Channel where colorful vintas are sailing. Then they were led to the summit hall to start their first retreat session where they discussed very important issues that would determinethe future of the ASEAN.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ambassador Victoriano Lecaros, the 12th ASEAN Summit's spokesperson said that the retreat style was adopted in the conduct of the sessions so the leaders' discussions would be informal and relaxed. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The heads of states looked very relaxed in their attires and the venue, where there are no tables, just sofas where they can sit comfortably as if they are in their own living rooms. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;At the press conference at the Cebu International Convention Center, Lecaros said that each leader was given 10 to 15 minutes to "speak their minds on the issues," specifically security, economics and the ASEAN charter. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Lecaros added that there were also changes in some schedules of the meetings and signing of declarations and agreements because the discussions were finished ahead of schedule. "They moved faster than they think they could," he said. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Lecaros said that most of the leaders read their prepared statements on the medium-term development plan and "did not address each others on specific issues."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16244642-116873436918505425?l=wennadcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/feeds/116873436918505425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16244642&amp;postID=116873436918505425' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/116873436918505425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/116873436918505425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/2007/01/proud-to-be-pinoy.html' title='proud to be pinoy'/><author><name>wengkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14188495292374345145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/S5DnwN9mpFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-cK8F3zO8c4/S220/wengkat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16244642.post-116772088524835587</id><published>2007-01-01T22:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T22:54:45.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>merci beaucoup</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2070/1535/1600/563574/best_buds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2070/1535/320/364354/best_buds.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diona Mae enjoying the company of her first teddy, courtesy of her Ninang &lt;a href="http://vatski.blogspot.com"&gt;Vatski&lt;/a&gt; as Christmas gift. Thanks pre, now my baby has found a good buddy. Hihihi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belated Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to everyone!!! May we all have a fruitful 2007! Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16244642-116772088524835587?l=wennadcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/feeds/116772088524835587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16244642&amp;postID=116772088524835587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/116772088524835587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/116772088524835587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/2007/01/merci-beaucoup.html' title='merci beaucoup'/><author><name>wengkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14188495292374345145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/S5DnwN9mpFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-cK8F3zO8c4/S220/wengkat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16244642.post-116668520802936869</id><published>2006-12-20T23:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T23:15:42.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the gang is back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2070/1535/1600/135856/hawaiian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2070/1535/320/817638/hawaiian.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Freeman's pretty ladies, all smiles after they won the grand prize in the Christmas Party presentation. Wow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16244642-116668520802936869?l=wennadcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/feeds/116668520802936869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16244642&amp;postID=116668520802936869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/116668520802936869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/116668520802936869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/2006/12/gang-is-back.html' title='the gang is back!'/><author><name>wengkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14188495292374345145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/S5DnwN9mpFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-cK8F3zO8c4/S220/wengkat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16244642.post-116668479455146010</id><published>2006-12-20T22:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T23:07:17.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>olah...lala!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2070/1535/1600/208622/shang%20lass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2070/1535/320/773273/shang%20lass.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Striking a pose after a not-so-satiating dinner and party at the Shangri-La Mactan Hotel and Resort on November 30. With me are the TF marketing and LIfestyle gals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2070/1535/1600/580182/shang%20gals.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2070/1535/320/594100/shang%20gals.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posing jud dayon...Hala, paghinay mo basin matumba unya na Christmas tree sa Shang!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16244642-116668479455146010?l=wennadcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/feeds/116668479455146010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16244642&amp;postID=116668479455146010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/116668479455146010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/116668479455146010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/2006/12/olahlala.html' title='olah...lala!'/><author><name>wengkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14188495292374345145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/S5DnwN9mpFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-cK8F3zO8c4/S220/wengkat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16244642.post-116417811716642396</id><published>2006-11-21T22:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T22:48:37.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>popo is back!</title><content type='html'>Yep! after almost a week of stowing away, the prodigal dog returned (it was almost a month ago, but this poor blogger only had the time to write about it now. tsk! tsk!). Oh let me correct myself, Popo wasn't just prodigal; he is a battered dog. Too bad... Let me make it clear that it wasn't me who batters the poor hound. If only we had an animal precinct here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the poor canine suddenly appeared in our doorstep one rainy evening. He was dripping wet and stinking! Ewwww... I was sitting on the rocking chair lulling my baby to sleep when he showed up in front of me and robbed his messy body in my feet. I shouted! It was almost 10 p.m. and the people in the house were roused from their deep slumber. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make the long story short, the dog is now living not so happily ever after with his kinda abusive masters (May i exempt myself. I love Popo, the reason why i was the one he approched upon his return home. hehehe).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16244642-116417811716642396?l=wennadcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/feeds/116417811716642396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16244642&amp;postID=116417811716642396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/116417811716642396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/116417811716642396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/2006/11/popo-is-back.html' title='popo is back!'/><author><name>wengkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14188495292374345145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/S5DnwN9mpFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-cK8F3zO8c4/S220/wengkat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16244642.post-116176952369120721</id><published>2006-10-25T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T02:45:23.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>popo is missing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/1535/1600/popo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/1535/320/popo.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help! Our pet dog "Popo" is missing. When we woke up this morning we found out that he is no longer around. He always wanted to be free. He is a hyperactive hound. Now he got what he wanted, but we could no longer locate him. Bloodstains were found across the street just few meters away from the house but no dog cadaver was found. We just hope he was not sideswiped or ran over by passing vehicles (fingers crossed).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16244642-116176952369120721?l=wennadcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/feeds/116176952369120721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16244642&amp;postID=116176952369120721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/116176952369120721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/116176952369120721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/2006/10/popo-is-missing.html' title='popo is missing'/><author><name>wengkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14188495292374345145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/S5DnwN9mpFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-cK8F3zO8c4/S220/wengkat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16244642.post-116090199049761336</id><published>2006-10-15T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T01:46:59.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>music meme and anything</title><content type='html'>This is how it's done: Post your top 15 bands/artists, (1) the first song you heard of theirs, (2) the song that made you fall in&lt;br /&gt;love, and (3) your current favorite. That is, if you want to do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(not in order of preference)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Lea Salonga&lt;br /&gt;Friend of Mine (for my friends)&lt;br /&gt;Even If (para sa akong ex)&lt;br /&gt;Reflections (for my self. i sing it when i face a mirror og mag-emote gamay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. MYMP&lt;br /&gt;Tell me Where it Hurts (sa akong migo nga natunok kay...)&lt;br /&gt;A Little Bit (sa mga wa kaila nako)&lt;br /&gt;Get Me (?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Side A&lt;br /&gt;Tell Me (huhuhuhu)&lt;br /&gt;Forevermore (kay troy)&lt;br /&gt;and more Forevermore (nahanaw na)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Spicegirls&lt;br /&gt;Mama (sa akong mama)&lt;br /&gt;2 Become 1 (when i feel like singing it)&lt;br /&gt;Viva Forever (para ni vatski)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Michael Learns to Rock&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping Child&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping Child&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping Child (for world peace. i also hums it when i lull my bebe to sleep)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Craig David&lt;br /&gt;7 days (isang linggong pag-ibig)&lt;br /&gt;Walking Away (when i feel i'm really down)&lt;br /&gt;Time to Party (when i feel like partying)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Madonna&lt;br /&gt;La Isla Bonita (biga-biga lang)&lt;br /&gt;American Pie (makes me remember of evita peron)&lt;br /&gt;Nothing Really Matters (Not sure if si Madonna ba nagkanta sa version nga ako ganahan. hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Melissa Machester&lt;br /&gt;Looking Through the Eyes of Love&lt;br /&gt;Looking Through the Eyes of Love&lt;br /&gt;Looking Through the Eyes of LOve (feel kaayo ni nako kantahon sa videoke. hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Cristina Aguilera&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful (to those who have low self-esteem)&lt;br /&gt;Voice Within (to those who need encouragement)&lt;br /&gt;I turn to You (to my loved ones who are always there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Eminem&lt;br /&gt;Real Slim Shady (feel ko lang)&lt;br /&gt;Lose Yourself (sa ganahan mag-wild)&lt;br /&gt;(I) Lose Myself (it's my own version, it'll be out soon. hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Regine Velasquez&lt;br /&gt;You are my Song (praktisan nako)&lt;br /&gt;Pangako (ah)&lt;br /&gt;On the Wings of LOve (although some of this are just revived by her, i like the way she sings it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Evanescence&lt;br /&gt;My Immortal (cool)&lt;br /&gt;Bring me to Life&lt;br /&gt;Bring me to LIfe (again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Martin NIevera&lt;br /&gt;You (sa puppy love nako)&lt;br /&gt;I'll be There &lt;br /&gt;I'll be There (i want to be assured somebody's gonna be there for me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Luther Vandross (Peace be with his soul)&lt;br /&gt;I'd Rather&lt;br /&gt;I'd Rather&lt;br /&gt;I'd Rather (lami i-duet with someone you love)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Bryan MckNight&lt;br /&gt;Back at One (sa di kamao moihap)&lt;br /&gt;One Last Cry (aguroy!)&lt;br /&gt;Love of my LIfe (hahay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. David Bedingfield&lt;br /&gt;If You're Not the One&lt;br /&gt;If You're Not the One&lt;br /&gt;If You're Not the One (feel nako kantahon para nako. ew!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, ah... i don't know who to tag. Sa mga senti pareha nako. Maski kinsa lang diha nga ganahan oi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16244642-116090199049761336?l=wennadcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/feeds/116090199049761336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16244642&amp;postID=116090199049761336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/116090199049761336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/116090199049761336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/2006/10/music-meme-and-anything.html' title='music meme and anything'/><author><name>wengkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14188495292374345145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/S5DnwN9mpFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-cK8F3zO8c4/S220/wengkat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16244642.post-116004295052648096</id><published>2006-10-05T03:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T22:28:03.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wonder kid(s)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/1535/1600/diona%20043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/1535/320/diona%20043.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   Kuya, don't disturb me. I want to be all alone.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/1535/1600/diona%20044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/1535/320/diona%20044.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ew (left brow raising)! Don't kiss me. I said, I want to be all alone because I have something to do, which I don't want to be disturbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/1535/1600/diona%20042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/1535/320/diona%20042.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                       See?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16244642-116004295052648096?l=wennadcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/feeds/116004295052648096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16244642&amp;postID=116004295052648096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/116004295052648096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/116004295052648096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/2006/10/wonder-kids.html' title='wonder kid(s)'/><author><name>wengkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14188495292374345145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/S5DnwN9mpFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-cK8F3zO8c4/S220/wengkat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16244642.post-115830435042389670</id><published>2006-09-15T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T00:14:50.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ugh!</title><content type='html'>read inside a jeepney: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   *=A-TT-10N=*&lt;br /&gt;PASAHERO - SAKAY!&lt;br /&gt;LINGKOD - AYAHAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;BATA, DELI SABAKON AYAHAY!&lt;br /&gt;DELI MUPLETI AYAHAY...&lt;br /&gt;WALA CONSENSYA ARAY!&lt;br /&gt;ANG GINO-O AGAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"mahal gasolina"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=driver=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;got it? ah, whatever...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16244642-115830435042389670?l=wennadcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/feeds/115830435042389670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16244642&amp;postID=115830435042389670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/115830435042389670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/115830435042389670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/2006/09/ugh.html' title='ugh!'/><author><name>wengkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14188495292374345145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/S5DnwN9mpFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-cK8F3zO8c4/S220/wengkat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16244642.post-115804074016124062</id><published>2006-09-11T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T22:59:42.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>real slim shady baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5211/3530/1600/bebeshades.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5211/3530/400/bebeshades.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cute baby enjoying the attention given to her. Here, in Vaño Beach Resort on the day she turned two months on August 6, 2006. ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16244642-115804074016124062?l=wennadcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/feeds/115804074016124062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16244642&amp;postID=115804074016124062' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/115804074016124062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/115804074016124062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/2006/09/real-slim-shady-baby.html' title='real slim shady baby'/><author><name>wengkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14188495292374345145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/S5DnwN9mpFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-cK8F3zO8c4/S220/wengkat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16244642.post-115753272721073707</id><published>2006-09-06T01:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T02:14:37.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...and why are some so confused with English?</title><content type='html'>I was riding a public utility jeepney on my way to the office the other day when I saw a sign posted at the back of the driver's seat. It took me quite some time to get what the notice really meant. When in finally did, I just shoved my head and said “&lt;em&gt;Ah ok&lt;/em&gt;…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE LTFRB MINIMUM FARE IS =P=6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUR APPEAL TO THE RIDING PUBLIC:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pay the right fare as stipulated because fuel prices &lt;br /&gt;have already doubled, but in comparison, &lt;br /&gt;fare rates have increased by only =P=1. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gets mo ba? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16244642-115753272721073707?l=wennadcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/feeds/115753272721073707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16244642&amp;postID=115753272721073707' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/115753272721073707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/115753272721073707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/2006/09/and-why-are-some-so-confused-with.html' title='...and why are some so confused with English?'/><author><name>wengkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14188495292374345145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/S5DnwN9mpFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-cK8F3zO8c4/S220/wengkat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16244642.post-115727196949806755</id><published>2006-09-03T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T01:28:45.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>why English is so confusing</title><content type='html'>Hey folks! Got this funny article from another local paper (yep, i read different kinds of newspapers. usahay, maski putos sa buwad ako pod basahon kay malingaw man pod ko magbasa). Hope you'll enjoy reading it the way i do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wondered why foreigners have trouble with the English language? &lt;br /&gt;Let's face it, English is a silly language. &lt;br /&gt;There is no egg in the eggplant&lt;br /&gt;No ham in the hamburger&lt;br /&gt;And neither pine or apple in a pineapple. &lt;br /&gt;English muffins were not invented in England&lt;br /&gt;French fries were not invented in France &lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;These are among my favorite foods but dunno where they came from or how there were invented. I still have to research for their origin&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sometimes take English for granted&lt;br /&gt;But if we examine its paradoxes we find that&lt;br /&gt;Quicksand takes you down slowly&lt;br /&gt;Boxing rings are square&lt;br /&gt;And a guinea pig is not from Guinea nor is it a pig&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If writers write, how come fingers don't fing?&lt;br /&gt;If the plural of tooth is teeth&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't the plural of phone booth be phone beeth?&lt;br /&gt;If the teacher taught,&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't the preacher praught?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If the vegetarian eats vegetables&lt;br /&gt;What the heck does humanitarian eat?&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;I like this a lot! ahihihi&lt;/em&gt;) &lt;br /&gt;Why do people recite at a play&lt;br /&gt;Yet play at a recital?&lt;br /&gt;Park on driveways and &lt;br /&gt;Drive on parkways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to marvel at the unique lunacy&lt;br /&gt;Of a language where a house can burn up &lt;br /&gt;As it burns down&lt;br /&gt;And in which you fill in a form&lt;br /&gt;By filing it out&lt;br /&gt;And a bell is only heard once it goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English was invented by people and not computers&lt;br /&gt;And it reflects the creativity of the human race&lt;br /&gt;(Which of course isn't a race at all)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16244642-115727196949806755?l=wennadcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/feeds/115727196949806755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16244642&amp;postID=115727196949806755' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/115727196949806755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/115727196949806755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/2006/09/why-english-is-so-confusing.html' title='why English is so confusing'/><author><name>wengkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14188495292374345145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/S5DnwN9mpFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-cK8F3zO8c4/S220/wengkat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16244642.post-115616016423220699</id><published>2006-08-21T04:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T04:36:04.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>smile baby...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/1535/1600/bebetok.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/1535/320/bebetok.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, Diona Mae (now at two months) smiles a lot, even to people she just met. Talk to her, and you would never be disappointed. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16244642-115616016423220699?l=wennadcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/feeds/115616016423220699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16244642&amp;postID=115616016423220699' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/115616016423220699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/115616016423220699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/2006/08/smile-baby.html' title='smile baby...'/><author><name>wengkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14188495292374345145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/S5DnwN9mpFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-cK8F3zO8c4/S220/wengkat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16244642.post-115579163825321408</id><published>2006-08-16T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T04:31:39.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my baby... my angel... my everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/1535/1600/bebee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/1535/320/bebee.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby Diona Mae at 8 weeks. She's the "bida" in our home. She makes everybody smile. I can't imagine how my life would become without her (i don't need to explain why).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16244642-115579163825321408?l=wennadcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/feeds/115579163825321408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16244642&amp;postID=115579163825321408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/115579163825321408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/115579163825321408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-baby-my-angel-my-everything.html' title='my baby... my angel... my everything'/><author><name>wengkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14188495292374345145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/S5DnwN9mpFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-cK8F3zO8c4/S220/wengkat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16244642.post-115579152305476764</id><published>2006-08-16T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T00:21:03.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mah boo...</title><content type='html'>...and this is how my beloved boyfriend looks like... &lt;br /&gt; charaaaannnn!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/1535/1600/shrek.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/1535/400/shrek.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, i call him Shrek. And my niece used to tell him he looks like Shrek and me Fiona (of course, during daytime because at 12 midnight she turns into an ogre due to a curse. hehehe)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16244642-115579152305476764?l=wennadcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/feeds/115579152305476764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16244642&amp;postID=115579152305476764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/115579152305476764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/115579152305476764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/2006/08/mah-boo.html' title='mah boo...'/><author><name>wengkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14188495292374345145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/S5DnwN9mpFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-cK8F3zO8c4/S220/wengkat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16244642.post-115536409134975004</id><published>2006-08-11T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T00:54:58.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pleasure trip</title><content type='html'>Pleasure Trip &lt;br /&gt;(A novel. Not really!)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Eons after, at last, I got the chance to finish this and finally post it here. Actually, i started writing this right after i arrived here from my Iloilo vacation but hectic schedules delayed the posting. Don't blame me. Blame it to the clock, it ticks too quick or to the earth, it spins too fast. :P&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;October 12, 2005&lt;/strong&gt; (Wednesday) I went home to my beloved hometown in Iloilo. Ah… home sweet home… (Hihihi. hapit na motuig diay)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I left Cebu at 6p.m. (with my doting boyfriend accompanying me to the pier) and arrived at the port of Iloilo at 9:15 a.m. the next day (Oct.13, Thursday). It was just like sleeping in different place and waking up the next day in another place. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;In the ship, I managed to get enough relaxation by reading the every page of The Freeman I brought and the book, which my good buddies Liv and Jasmin insisted I bring to entertain myself. It’s entitled “Knocked Down by my Nunga-Nungas.” I read it in between my naps. It was satirical but I was not quite amused (honestly).&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;There had been a lot of changes, especially in the traffic routes in Iloilo since I last went home in January. I nearly got lost (i.e, where to ride because the public transport terminals where transferred). The first place I went to—Jollibee. I ordered some food and off I go. Home at last. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The first thing I did at home (my Mom’s ancestral house, actually) was clean my room and place all my things in their places. After lunch, off I go again to my parent’s house—my real home. It is 30-minute walk away. Actually, I could ride a “habal-habal” or motorcycle for hire and arrive there in 10 minutes but I preferred to walk. We crossed a river and ascended and descended at least two hills. It was a pleasant and relaxing exercise. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Upon arrival at our home, I was greeted by bunch of dogs. And I was shocked! A big golden retriever suddenly appeared in front of me. He was barking (friendly bark) but at the same time wagging its tail at me (he may have recognized me). It’s Pinggoy! He was still a very small puppy the last time I went home in January. When I called his name, he approached me and licked my arms. Three other little dogs greeted me—it’s Potot (literally it’s short) and it’s two cute puppies. (I’ll write about them on my next blog). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/1535/1600/dogbite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/1535/320/dogbite.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pinggoy looks like this. He loves to bite sticks and play with them. Very playful canine. Cute... (but this dog does not describe my pet coz she is toying with a ball and not with a stick. hehehe)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the first thing that came into my mind was? Food! A satiating meal—a plate of rice, a bowl of fresh veggies and a piece of fried dried fish. All home-cooked. Delicioso! I don’t know why even how simple the food is, if it’s home-cooked, for me it’s the best food on earth. Yum!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It seemed all my lost energy is back. I have a different kind of verve when I’m at home. Indeed, there’s no place like home. Really.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;For two days, I stayed at home without doing anything. Just simple household chores. And of course, feeding and playing with the dogs and cats. Yeah, right! I have a cat named Meo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/1535/1600/meo-meo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/1535/320/meo-meo.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my cat Meo (named after my high school crush Romeo) looks like this. he has orange fur and big YellOW EYES. He is very sweet and loves to be scratched in the stomach. He sleeps in my bed&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday, October 15.&lt;/strong&gt; My mother’s birthday! I promised her I’ll cook her spaghetti and buko/macapuno salad. I went to Iloilo City to buy ingredients and also to fetch my boyfriend, whom I did not really expect to come. I was actually pissed off by his presence. Anyway, that’s no longer part of this story. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I know I made my Nanay happy. But I’m not sure if she was also amused by the presence of my beloved boyfriend, whom I had word war with because we could not agree on how the spaghetti should be cooked. Ugh! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And for the first time, my parents allowed a boyfriend of their daughter to sleep in the house. ( I also let my former boyfriend sleep in my mom’s house, the ancestral house, once I was in college and that created a lot of trouble). &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday, October 16.&lt;/strong&gt; The usual peaceful abode of the Berondos turned into what seemed a market after my nephews, niece (I only got one niece) and cousins made an unprecedented “attack.” An hour after, the fridge is almost empty—the salad, spaghetti, sandwiches, etc. are nowhere. The kids are nowhere too. I just saw them later in the middle of the ricefields, searching for spiders which they will just play with. And my boyfriend is with them too (mura pod og bata nga walay buot). And you know what’s the most amusing thing is? Our golden dog Pinggoy is also with them, tailing with the kids wherever they go. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend could not believe when I told him, the big golden dog who is now very friendly to him is the same “kagiron” and aloof dog he saw about 10 months ago (It was the second time my boyfriend went to our house. The first time, he got a cold shoulder from my family. This time, I can’t tell yet.hehehe). I myself could not also believe at first that Pinggoy has grown up to be like what he is now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;You wanna know how my beloved boyfriend looks like?&lt;/strong&gt; Find out in my next post. Hehehehe :P )&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to go to the poblacion that afternoon (to spend the night at my mom’s ancestral house so we could still go to Vanessa’s house and prepare for our early trip the next day) but the rain suddenly poured. We have no choice but to stay on and spend another night in our house in the farm. Oh boy, it’s freezing cold at night. I slept in my parents’ room while my boyfriend is in my sister’s room (my sister is out, she was evicted. Hehehehe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday, October 17&lt;/strong&gt;. Okay, it’s time to end the vacation and go back to Cebu because I might receive no salary on payday for being AWOL. I only filed a vacation leave for three days and I am supposed to report to work today (If we arrive before noontime in Cebu). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to time and money constraints, we decided to take a land trip back to Cebu—which means, we have to go to Bacolod City (which has just celebrated the Masscara Festival) through a fast craft and then take a bus to San Carlos City, which is more than four hours away . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached the Muelle Loney port in Iloilo City past 8 a.m. (this after we dropped by a pasalubong center to buy pasalubong for the hoi polloi in TF) Had we arrived earlier, we could have boarded the 8 a.m. fast craft to Bacolod City.  But we’re late so we have to wait for the 9:45 trip. It was almost 11 a.m. when we reached Bacolod City port, and then took a jeep to the V-hire terminal. Yup, we decided to take a V-hire because it would take a short cut going to San Carlos City, where we will take a barge for Toledo City in Cebu. Little did we know it would make our trip longer, but more exciting, than we imagined. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we all know, V-hires do not leave the terminals without all its seats taken, if you know what I mean. So we left the terminal past noontime. And we have not taken our lunch yet. But we eat non-stop. What’s the pasalubong for, aside from being a pasalubong, anyway? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few kilometers from Bacolod City, we were in the middle of the sugar cane plantations. Slowly, I begin to notice we were ascending mountains that are getting higher and steeper. “Are we in Baguio yet?” I thought. The long and winding road, and the blue sky that is almost within my reach made me remember of the “Summer Capital of the Philippines.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing I knew we were already in the top of the tallest mountain in Don Salvador Benedicto and Mt. Kanlaon is just a stone-throw away. It seemed I was on the top of the world, where everything around me is within my reach. I can see the whole Negros island and the waters that surround it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly I felt like the world stopped revolving (Hehehe. Drama epek!). Actually, our vehicle’s engine died. It gave up after just more than an hour due to overheat. It’s expected. Ascending mountains for more than an hour isn’t a joke. The vehicle and even the driver has really to be tough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the driver and the rest of the guys (I mean male passengers) search for remedy to the problem, we went off the van to unwind and look at the world around us. I can’t stop myself from being amazed! The pine trees, cozy weather, chilly zypher—they are all feast for the eyes and soothing balm to the soul. I was imagining i was in Baguio (I've been to Baguio only once in my life and looking forward to go back there again). Whew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/1535/1600/pines.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/1535/320/pines.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scenery like these flashes in my mind while writing this. Cool!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After almost an hour of feasting my eyes on the fascinating world that surrounds me, I went back to the van and relaxed. I was feeling quite dizzy and hungry so I munched on some more egg crackers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the way, we passed by more breath-taking views. At one moment, I saw range of small hills. Am I seeing chocolate hills of Bohol? But unlike Bohol’s famous hills, which I guess has more than a hundred, this place has around 20 hills. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/1535/1600/chocol8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/1535/320/chocol8.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This picture best describes it (I think so)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the way, while (this time descending mountains on a rough road) nearing our destination, I saw more scenic spots, which made me remember of the famous Banaue Rice terraces. SOme are golden (because the rice are ready for harvest) while others are green. I have never been to Banaue but I think the next pictures best describes it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/1535/1600/teras.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/1535/320/teras.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yep, I saw few rice terraces and terrains. They are cool. And green. How refreshing!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite all the hitches (the aberration and everything), I somehow enjoyed the trip. I was able to discover a wonderful place. I need not go to Banaue to see the green rice terraces, to Baguio to see the pine trees, experience the zigzag highway and relish the cool and crisp weather of the Summer Capital of the Philippines, nor to Bohol to be able to personally see the chocolate hills. It’s all in Don Salvador Benedicto. It is Banaue, Baguio and Bohol rolled into one! Fascinating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/1535/1600/dolphen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/1535/320/dolphen.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By the way, I saw dolphins. Of course, real dolphins. We were aboard the barge bound for Cebu. We were, I guess, in Tanon Strait, between Cebu and Negros Island. They are jumping out in the water!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16244642-115536409134975004?l=wennadcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/feeds/115536409134975004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16244642&amp;postID=115536409134975004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/115536409134975004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/115536409134975004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/2006/08/pleasure-trip.html' title='pleasure trip'/><author><name>wengkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14188495292374345145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/S5DnwN9mpFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-cK8F3zO8c4/S220/wengkat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16244642.post-115493663058688191</id><published>2006-08-07T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T21:42:02.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the best police car goes to...</title><content type='html'>Recently, I "rediscovered" my old passion--cars. I say rediscovered because ever since, I'm always fascinated by cars, particularly those that really look cool and run fast. And so I said to myself that one day, I'm gonna drive my own BMW, Mercedes, Lamborghini or Rolls Royce. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now, i remembered a friend has forwarded me a message (on email) with pictures of real cool cars. Police cars, i mean... And so this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Italian police car...Lamborghini gallardo..max speed 320km/hr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/1535/1600/car-lamborgini.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/1535/320/car-lamborgini.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;France ..peugeot...sports gt...do i need to tell the speed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/1535/1600/car-pegaut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/1535/320/car-pegaut.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;German .....audi TT max speed 280km/hr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/1535/1600/car-audi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/1535/320/car-audi.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;england ....porsche .....258km/hr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/1535/1600/car-porsche.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/1535/320/car-porsche.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japan...lancer Evo IX..max speed 280km/hr &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/1535/1600/car-lancer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/1535/320/car-lancer.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the ultimate police car in the world...from the Philippines!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/1535/1600/car-pulis.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/1535/320/car-pulis.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maximum speed cannot be disclosed due to security reasons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can say no more. Dat's onli en da Philippines! Ahihihihi...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16244642-115493663058688191?l=wennadcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/feeds/115493663058688191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16244642&amp;postID=115493663058688191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/115493663058688191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/115493663058688191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/2006/08/best-police-car-goes-to.html' title='the best police car goes to...'/><author><name>wengkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14188495292374345145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/S5DnwN9mpFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-cK8F3zO8c4/S220/wengkat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16244642.post-115492674750688620</id><published>2006-08-06T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T21:43:26.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing but picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/1535/1600/rywen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/1535/320/rywen.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post ni nako diri kay basin unya di na ko kapa-picture kuyog ni Ryan (Banat News "Hugyaw" editor and the famous host of "Ok-rayan/ryan" radio program aired over dyLA) kay sikat na kaayo ni siya in the coming months og wa nay taym magpakuha og picture. hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, this pic was taken more than a month after i gave birth. Luspad pa kaayo ko, mura'g pasyente gihapon og naw'ng. faet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16244642-115492674750688620?l=wennadcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/feeds/115492674750688620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16244642&amp;postID=115492674750688620' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/115492674750688620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/115492674750688620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/2006/08/nothing-but-picture.html' title='nothing but picture'/><author><name>wengkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14188495292374345145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/S5DnwN9mpFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-cK8F3zO8c4/S220/wengkat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16244642.post-115485193521800873</id><published>2006-08-06T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T22:48:06.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>je suis arrière</title><content type='html'>Exactly two months ago, I delivered a cute healthy baby girl (she weighed 3.4 kgs or about 7.5 lbs and measured 53 inches). Seconds after she came out, I heared her squealed (yeah right, she cried too loud) My heart rejoiced; now, i'm a mom. I remembered once a friend told me, "I know you're gonna be a cool mom." Of course I am... A Cool mama cat. :) I also heard a nurse said "Her gums are white. She has teeth!" I smiled (despite the unbearable pain i've been into). "Stupid nurse, how could a newborn infant have teeth. What does she think of my baby, alien???" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i almost lost my precious life. Mind you, i spent 12 hours inside the labor room. Past 7 p.m. of June 5, after having some stroll with my &lt;strong&gt;amant's&lt;/strong&gt; mom, i felt a pang of pain in my bulging belly. I did not mind it much thinking it was just simple contraction (my ultrasound say i'm gonna give birth June 16). But after we had dinner, the pain became intense. When i went to the rest room, i found out i was bleeding. So i informed the people in the house. Few minutes later, i am at the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, i wasn't admitted soon. While blood drifts from me, i was made to fill up the admission form at the information counter. People (mostly relatives of patients) at the hallway was telling the nurses "Admit na ninyo oi kay nagkadugo na." At the labor room, i was again made to wait for the doctor who would examine me and decide if i would be admitted or not (as the nurse told me). After the IE (internal examination) the doctor told me my opening is 1.5 cm and not yet ready for admission but i barked at her: "Di pa ko nimu ipaadmit doc nga nagkadugo na ko! Kung mahutdan kuno ko'g dugo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make the long story short, my labor lasted for almost 12 hours. Because of too much pain and my allergy to pain relievers (I was never given one) I got weak soon and developed fever, I crampled Flor P.'s "Lord of Pardon" booklet which she lent me and spanked the hand of the nurse(a guy), who would stroke my belly everytime i grimace in pain, several times. Every now and then, a doctor examines me. When i was wheeled to the delivery room, i was already half conscious. Good God, He made me a spirited person. I'm still alive today and able to see my baby grow. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;At two months, my baby is a big girl. By the way, her name is &lt;a href="http://dionamae.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Diona Mae&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (If you wanna know how i derived her name, ask yours truly). She can sing "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" and "Baa Baa Black Sheep" and "Quack Moo Baa" (The song i composed for her. Now i discovered an additional talent). She'll gonna grow up to be a great kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed every single moment i spend with my baby. If somebody would ask me "What do happiness means to you?" i would say &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://dionamae.blogspot.com"&gt;Diona Mae&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Yep, she's all that and more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trivia: The hospital where i gave birth is the same hospital which made news recently because a mom died there while about to give birth (yep, the baby died while inside her). We have similar case. Too bad...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16244642-115485193521800873?l=wennadcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/feeds/115485193521800873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16244642&amp;postID=115485193521800873' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/115485193521800873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/115485193521800873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/2006/08/je-suis-arrire.html' title='je suis arrière'/><author><name>wengkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14188495292374345145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/S5DnwN9mpFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-cK8F3zO8c4/S220/wengkat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16244642.post-114906720802720130</id><published>2006-05-31T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T02:23:09.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm getting married....someday!</title><content type='html'>Hey guys, this is kinda funny. I got this somewhere in the net few months ago. Some lines might sound anti-women, but hey (men), don’t get it wrong… this is women empowerment. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is intended for every all… For the singles who want to get married, those who are soon to be married, those who have just married, who have been married for long time, who have severed their marital ties, and those who no longer want to get married because they read this… (that includes ME!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Marriage is love. Love is blind. Therefore, marriage is an institution for the blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Marriage is an institution in which a man losses his Bachelor’s degree and the woman gets her Master’s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A married life is full of excitement. In the first year of marriage, a man speaks and the woman listens. In the second year, the woman speaks and the man listens. In the third year, both speak and the NEIGHBORS listen (I would prefer to experience the second year always). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Getting married is very much like going to a restaurant with friends. You order what you want and when you see what the other fellow has, you wish you had ordered that instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. There was this man who muttered a few words in church and found himself married. A year later, he muttered something in his sleep and found himself divorced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Love is one long sweet dream and marriage is the alarm clock (hahahahahahaha!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. When a newly married man looks happy, we know why. But when a 10-year married man looks happy, we wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. When a man steals your wife, there’s no better revenge than let him keep her (are women that worse?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Marriage is a man and woman become one. The trouble when they try to decide which one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. At a cocktail party, one woman said to another, “Aren’t you wearing your ring on the wrong finger?” The other replied, “Yes, I am! I married the wrong man.” (I might do the same in the future)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. A man is incomplete until he gets married, then he is finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. It doesn’t matter how many times a married man changes his job, he still ends up with the same boss (are women really bossy?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. When a man opens the door of his car for his wife, you can be sure of one thing—either the car is new or the wife is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Marriage is not a word. It’s a sentence (a life sentence).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…This is just to make you laugh. Marriage can be a good thing if you make it. If you’re still unmarried, don’t be scared. Marriage is better than waking up next to an empty pillow. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16244642-114906720802720130?l=wennadcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/feeds/114906720802720130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16244642&amp;postID=114906720802720130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/114906720802720130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/114906720802720130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-getting-marriedsomeday.html' title='i&apos;m getting married....someday!'/><author><name>wengkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14188495292374345145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/S5DnwN9mpFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-cK8F3zO8c4/S220/wengkat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16244642.post-114439995002410598</id><published>2006-04-07T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T01:52:39.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>for blog's sake</title><content type='html'>This blog's been dormant for few weeks. The owner has decided to take a short leave (?). Actually, she's not so busy. She just thought it would be good for her and her coming offspring. And may be soon, if she's in the good mood, she could post something sensible. Paet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16244642-114439995002410598?l=wennadcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/feeds/114439995002410598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16244642&amp;postID=114439995002410598' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/114439995002410598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/114439995002410598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/2006/04/for-blogs-sake.html' title='for blog&apos;s sake'/><author><name>wengkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14188495292374345145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/S5DnwN9mpFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-cK8F3zO8c4/S220/wengkat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16244642.post-114343419531711117</id><published>2006-03-26T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T20:36:35.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>if you love someone</title><content type='html'>note bene: Find this in one in my email (forwarded message). It's funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU LOVE SOMEONE&lt;br /&gt;The original quote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " If you love someone,&lt;br /&gt;  Set her free...&lt;br /&gt;  If she comes back, she's yours,&lt;br /&gt;  If she doesn't, she never was...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;THE NEW VERSIONS.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pessimist:&lt;br /&gt;   If you love someone,&lt;br /&gt;   Set her free ...&lt;br /&gt;   If she ever comes back, she's yours,&lt;br /&gt;   If she doesn't, as expected, she never was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Optimist:&lt;br /&gt;   If you love someone,&lt;br /&gt;   Set her free ...&lt;br /&gt;   Don't worry, she will come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suspicious:&lt;br /&gt;   If you love someone,&lt;br /&gt;   Set her free ...&lt;br /&gt;   If she ever comes back, ask her why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impatient:&lt;br /&gt;   If you love someone,&lt;br /&gt;   Set her free ...&lt;br /&gt;   If she doesn't come back within some time forget her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patient:&lt;br /&gt;   If you love someone, Set her free ...&lt;br /&gt;   If she doesn't come back,&lt;br /&gt;   continue to wait until she comes back ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playful&lt;br /&gt;   If you love someone,&lt;br /&gt;   Set her free ...&lt;br /&gt;   If she comes back, and if you love her still,&lt;br /&gt;   set her free again, repeat ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C++ Programmer:&lt;br /&gt;   if(you-love(m_she))&lt;br /&gt;   m_she. free()&lt;br /&gt;   if(m_she == NULL)&lt;br /&gt;   m_she = new CShe;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animal-Rights Activist:&lt;br /&gt;   If you love someone,&lt;br /&gt;   Set her free,&lt;br /&gt;   In fact, all living creatures deserve to be free!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lawyers:&lt;br /&gt;   If you love someone,&lt;br /&gt;   Set her free,&lt;br /&gt;   Clause 1a of Paragraph 13a-1 in the Second&lt;br /&gt;   Amendment of the Matrimonial Freedom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biologist :&lt;br /&gt;   If you love someone,&lt;br /&gt;   Set her free,&lt;br /&gt;   She'll evolve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Statisticians :&lt;br /&gt;   If you love someone,&lt;br /&gt;   Set her free,&lt;br /&gt;   If she loves you, the probability of her coming&lt;br /&gt;   back is high&lt;br /&gt;   If she doesn't, your relation was improbable&lt;br /&gt;   anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arnold Schwarzenegger's fans:&lt;br /&gt;   If you love someone,&lt;br /&gt;   Set her free,&lt;br /&gt;   SHE'LL BE BACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over possessive person&lt;br /&gt;   If you love someone&lt;br /&gt;   don't set her free.&lt;br /&gt;MBA   &lt;br /&gt;  If you love someone set her free instantaneously&lt;br /&gt;  and look for others simultaneously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psychologist&lt;br /&gt;   If you love someone&lt;br /&gt;   set her free&lt;br /&gt;   If she comes back her super ego is dominant&lt;br /&gt;   If she doesn't come back her id is supreme&lt;br /&gt;   If she doesn't go, she must be crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somnabulist :&lt;br /&gt;   If you love someone&lt;br /&gt;   set her free&lt;br /&gt;   If she comes back it's a nightmare&lt;br /&gt;   If she doesn't, you must be dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERP functional expert :&lt;br /&gt;   If you love someone&lt;br /&gt;   set her free&lt;br /&gt;   If she comes back, map her into your system&lt;br /&gt;   If she doesn't, carry out a gap-fit analysis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finance expert :&lt;br /&gt;   If you love someone&lt;br /&gt;   set her free&lt;br /&gt;   If she comes back, its time to look for fresh loans&lt;br /&gt;   If she doesn't, write her off as an asset gone bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marketing Specialist :&lt;br /&gt;   If you love someone&lt;br /&gt;   set her free&lt;br /&gt;   If she comes back she has brand loyalty&lt;br /&gt;   If she doesn't, reposition the brand in new market ( hahaha!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16244642-114343419531711117?l=wennadcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/feeds/114343419531711117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16244642&amp;postID=114343419531711117' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/114343419531711117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/114343419531711117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/2006/03/if-you-love-someone.html' title='if you love someone'/><author><name>wengkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14188495292374345145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/S5DnwN9mpFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-cK8F3zO8c4/S220/wengkat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16244642.post-114309366139270730</id><published>2006-03-22T21:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T22:01:01.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/1535/1600/diver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/1535/400/diver.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16244642-114309366139270730?l=wennadcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/feeds/114309366139270730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16244642&amp;postID=114309366139270730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/114309366139270730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/114309366139270730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/2006/03/untitled.html' title='untitled'/><author><name>wengkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14188495292374345145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/S5DnwN9mpFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-cK8F3zO8c4/S220/wengkat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16244642.post-114256409185639165</id><published>2006-03-16T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T01:06:18.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>infanticipating</title><content type='html'>Few months from now i'm gonna be a mom. A good friend of mine said i'm gonna be a cool mom, and so i think i'm gonna have a cool baby. I love cats, dogs, and i love paiting. Would my baby be like me? Now, i can imagine how she would behave around with cute pets and how she would practice her painting skills. See this: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/1535/1600/cat%20baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/1535/320/cat%20baby.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(my baby will definitely love cats but i hope she would not be a cat-eater)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/1535/1600/dog%20baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/1535/320/dog%20baby.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(dogs are nice but i don't think our pet dog "Popo" will be kind enough to let the baby sleep on his back)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/1535/1600/face%20paint.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/1535/320/face%20paint.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i used to treat the walls of our house like canvass but i never did face painting; my baby might)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16244642-114256409185639165?l=wennadcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/feeds/114256409185639165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16244642&amp;postID=114256409185639165' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/114256409185639165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/114256409185639165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/2006/03/infanticipating.html' title='infanticipating'/><author><name>wengkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14188495292374345145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/S5DnwN9mpFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-cK8F3zO8c4/S220/wengkat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16244642.post-114224989049511496</id><published>2006-03-13T03:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T04:05:39.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pizza, pizza, pizza</title><content type='html'>my friend &lt;a href="http://vatski.blogspot.com"&gt;Vatski&lt;/a&gt; is very fond of pizza. she always make "kulit" to have pizza treat. now, i'm posting pizza here. not to satisfy her craving but to make her long for some more pizza...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey dear, here's your pizza treat. grab a slice now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/1535/1600/pizza%20grab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/1535/320/pizza%20grab.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16244642-114224989049511496?l=wennadcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/feeds/114224989049511496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16244642&amp;postID=114224989049511496' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/114224989049511496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/114224989049511496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/2006/03/pizza-pizza-pizza.html' title='pizza, pizza, pizza'/><author><name>wengkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14188495292374345145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/S5DnwN9mpFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-cK8F3zO8c4/S220/wengkat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16244642.post-114224911792423860</id><published>2006-03-13T03:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T03:29:25.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>egypt has no monopoly of pyramids</title><content type='html'>Yeah, Egypt has no monopoly of pyramids. Just recently, i have watched Discovery Channel and was surprised when i learned that Mexico has its own mysterious temples and pyramids too! I have never been interested in Aztec culture. And i have encountered the word "Teotihuacan" a few times but i never bothered to check what is behind it until i saw it on TV; and so, i research in the internet and some of my findings amazed me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/1535/1600/teocity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/1535/320/teocity.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Nahuatl, Teotihuacan means 'The City of the Gods', or 'Where Men Become Gods'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plazas, avenues, and great pyramids of the city of Teotihuacan were laid out as a symbolic sacred landscape of artificial foothills and mountains. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The complex of approximately 600 pyramids of various sizes is dominated by the great Pyramid of the Sun which, it was discovered in 1971, was built over a natural cave with four chambers (cf. Sacred Caves). Mesoamerican belief saw caves as gateways to the spiritual world (called Xibalba by the Maya). The cave contained remains of offerings and may have been a focus for shamanistic rituals from a much earlier period. There can be no doubt that the Pyramid of the Sun was deliberately built over the sacred cave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teotihuacan was probably Mexico's biggest ancient city, with perhaps 200,000 residents at its peak in the 6th century, it was virtually abandoned by the 7th century. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/1535/1600/sunpyramid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/1535/320/sunpyramid.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pyramid of the Sun, built in the 2nd century AD, dominates the landscape of the ancient city of Teotihuacan in Mexico. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teotihuacan -the place of the Gods - was the first true city in Mesoamerica, at its peak - 600 AD - it housed more than 100,000 people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the third largest pyramid in the world and the largest in the Teotihuacan complex. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sides are 700 feet long, it is about 200 feet high, and is actually a succession of pyramids built one on top the other over the centuries. The pyramids and many other structures at Teotihuacan are stepped, rather than smooth sided like the Egyptian pyramids, and the stones of which they are made are not so large that there would be a mystery about how they were moved as there is with the Egyptian pyramids, the Moai statues of Easter Island, and the Nasca Lines. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At its peak time - most of Teotihuacan was plastered, and the pyramids were painted bright red. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many pyramids and temples in Mexico but it would cost me too much time if i post 'em all here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, i'm just bored. My "ka-berks" are not here. Jasmin is on day off, Liv is lost in Bohol with Caecent. While Cristina is busy pounding on the keyboard of her computer to meet the lapsed 6 p.m. deadline. *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16244642-114224911792423860?l=wennadcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/feeds/114224911792423860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16244642&amp;postID=114224911792423860' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/114224911792423860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/114224911792423860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/2006/03/egypt-has-no-monopoly-of-pyramids.html' title='egypt has no monopoly of pyramids'/><author><name>wengkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14188495292374345145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/S5DnwN9mpFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-cK8F3zO8c4/S220/wengkat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16244642.post-114172976513851835</id><published>2006-03-07T02:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T03:14:47.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>love and stupidity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/1535/1600/cryme.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/1535/400/cryme.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend forwarded this message to me. It says "One can never love without experiencing pain. But then we are given options; we can choose between the one we love and the one who loves us. It’s like choosing between love and stupidity. Love is when you go to the one who loves you and allow love to take place gradually. Stupidity is when you force yourself to be loved by the one you really love without knowing he loves another. Be wise enough in making your move. Love is a great feeling but it comes with a lot of hurting especially when you know that the person can never love you the way you want him to. Allow yourself to be happy. Allow yourself to be loved."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i am in love, and I am stupid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16244642-114172976513851835?l=wennadcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/feeds/114172976513851835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16244642&amp;postID=114172976513851835' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/114172976513851835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/114172976513851835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/2006/03/love-and-stupidity.html' title='love and stupidity'/><author><name>wengkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14188495292374345145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/S5DnwN9mpFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-cK8F3zO8c4/S220/wengkat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16244642.post-114161891142252435</id><published>2006-03-05T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T03:27:08.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>summer is here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/1535/1600/borac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/1535/400/borac.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whew! summer is here once again... and speaking of summer, who does not think of going to beach? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been almost a year since the last time i was in a beach. too bad, the last time i was, which was at the EGI resort in Lapu-Lapu City (a company outing) i did not even have the chance to plunge in the deep blue waters of the sea. tsk! tsk! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year, i'm looking forward to spending some time in the beach again where i can sit on the alabaster sand, feel the cool and gentle zypher or splurge into the blue waters. may be i will bring with me a good book to read while i sit under a coconut tree like what i did in Boracay some six years ago. yes, six years ago and i don't know when i could go back there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but Boracay is too far and takes a bigger budget, so i may settle with the nearer and cheaper one. may be Panglao island in Bohol...or Malapascua island, or Plantation Bay... wheeeee... anybody wants to invite me, i'm free to go anytime...hehehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16244642-114161891142252435?l=wennadcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/feeds/114161891142252435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16244642&amp;postID=114161891142252435' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/114161891142252435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/114161891142252435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/2006/03/summer-is-here.html' title='summer is here!'/><author><name>wengkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14188495292374345145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/S5DnwN9mpFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-cK8F3zO8c4/S220/wengkat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16244642.post-114094298575199577</id><published>2006-02-28T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T03:29:46.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>eyesore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/1535/1600/meweng2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/1535/320/meweng2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and my good friend vatski, who is always teasing the camera, este, cameraman...hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vatski&lt;/strong&gt;: Stören Sie mich nicht. ich bin getrunken. ich will diesen Moment genießen, weil ich ich fühle, bin am hübschesten in der Welt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wengkat&lt;/strong&gt;: Lassen Sie sie ist. sie hat nichts zu machen aber vielen Alkohol zu trinken und andere Leute zu belästigen,. das macht ihr geistig gesundes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16244642-114094298575199577?l=wennadcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/feeds/114094298575199577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16244642&amp;postID=114094298575199577' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/114094298575199577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/114094298575199577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/2006/02/eyesore.html' title='eyesore'/><author><name>wengkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14188495292374345145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/S5DnwN9mpFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-cK8F3zO8c4/S220/wengkat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16244642.post-114032757407188980</id><published>2006-02-18T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T23:01:23.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>koreanovela</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/1535/1600/lulu_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/1535/320/lulu_01.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not fond of telenovelas. when Koreanovelas envaded the Philippine televisions, i was not much interested to watch them either. well, not until i saw a few, which has really interesting plots and amazingly cute casts like "Endless Love," (the Autumn in my Heart episode) have. i really never get tired of staring at the cute eyes of the characters, especially of "Jenny" and "Andrew." but that was before, it was almost two years ago. then recently, i had the chance to watch another Koreanovela, which makes me really giggle. okay, i get hooked to "Princess Lulu" and i enjoy watching it. i find it really funny and the character of Marco (Jung Joon Ho) mysterious and he is so cute!!! and who else would not laugh at Lulu (Kim Jung-eun)?she already won the televiewers' hearts when she portrayed "Vivian" in the "Lovers in Paris" now she's back at it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16244642-114032757407188980?l=wennadcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/feeds/114032757407188980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16244642&amp;postID=114032757407188980' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/114032757407188980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/114032757407188980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/2006/02/koreanovela.html' title='koreanovela'/><author><name>wengkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14188495292374345145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/S5DnwN9mpFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-cK8F3zO8c4/S220/wengkat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16244642.post-113807642412672365</id><published>2006-01-23T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T23:01:57.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>relieved</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/1535/1600/christus.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/1535/320/christus.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel quite relieved...but i still feel something heavy in my heart. soon i'll be free from all the worries and troubles. God is with me... He is watching...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16244642-113807642412672365?l=wennadcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/feeds/113807642412672365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16244642&amp;postID=113807642412672365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/113807642412672365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/113807642412672365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/2006/01/relieved.html' title='relieved'/><author><name>wengkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14188495292374345145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/S5DnwN9mpFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-cK8F3zO8c4/S220/wengkat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16244642.post-113757774198755596</id><published>2006-01-18T01:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T01:57:14.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>selling yourself...</title><content type='html'>this is really fun! enter this site http://www.thesurrealist.co.uk/slogan.cgi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter your name in the box &amp; hit the sloganize &lt;br /&gt;button... you can enter your name once and get the first one they give you or enter your name again and again until you get tired... hehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what i got:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The loudest noise come from electric wenna (whahahaha!)&lt;br /&gt;We’re serious about wenna&lt;br /&gt;Wenna-the appetizer! (i'm a glutton myself. too bad i don't get fat)&lt;br /&gt;Tense, nervous, wenna?&lt;br /&gt;Snap! Crackle! Wenna!&lt;br /&gt;Wenna not included&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is wenna-shaped (wow!)&lt;br /&gt;You like wenna. Wenna likes you (true)&lt;br /&gt;Get in my wenna&lt;br /&gt;Make someone happy with a wenna (why not?)&lt;br /&gt;With a name like wenna, it has to be good (you got it!)&lt;br /&gt;Leave the wenna to us&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate wenna since 1911 (sorry, i already ate all the chocolates)&lt;br /&gt;See the face you love light up with wenna&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be vague. Ask for wenna&lt;br /&gt;Come see the softer side of wenna &lt;br /&gt;You can really taste the wenna (try me...)&lt;br /&gt;Grab life by the wenna&lt;br /&gt;A smooth running wenna is a relaxing experience… (whew!)&lt;br /&gt;AND MUCH MORE!!! Hehehehe…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now it's your turn... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16244642-113757774198755596?l=wennadcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/feeds/113757774198755596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16244642&amp;postID=113757774198755596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/113757774198755596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/113757774198755596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/2006/01/selling-yourself.html' title='selling yourself...'/><author><name>wengkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14188495292374345145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/S5DnwN9mpFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-cK8F3zO8c4/S220/wengkat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16244642.post-113757627083530788</id><published>2006-01-18T01:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T01:24:30.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>enhancing relationships</title><content type='html'>i came across this forwarded message on email. i find it really true and applicable... read on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/1535/1600/trust.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/1535/320/trust.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRUST is a very important factor for all relationships. When trust is  broken, it is the end of the relationship. Lack of trust leads to   suspicion, suspicion generates anger, anger causes enmity and enmity may result in separation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A telephone operator told me that one day she received a phone call.   She answered, "Public Utilities Board." There was silence. She   repeated, "PUB." There was still no answer. When she was going to   cut off the line, she Heard a lady's voice, "Oh, so this is PUB.Sorry, I got the number from my Husband's pocket but I do not know whose &lt;br /&gt;number it is." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without mutual trust, just imagine what will happen to the couple if   the telephone operator answered with just "hello" instead of "PUB". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO POINTING FINGERS &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man asked his father-in-law, "Many people praised you for a successful marriage. Could you please share with me your secret?" &lt;br /&gt;The father-in-law answered in a smile, "Never criticize your wife ! for her shortcomings or when she does something wrong. Always bear in mind that because of her shortcomings and weaknesses, she could not find a better husband than &lt;br /&gt;you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all look forward to being loved and respected. Many people are afraid of losing face. Generally, when a person makes a mistake, he would look around to find a scapegoat to point the finger at. This is the start of a war. We should always remember that when we point one finger at a person, the other four fingers are pointing at ourselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we forgive the others, others will ignore our mistake too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CREATING PERFECT RELATIONSHIPS? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person visited the government matchmaker for marriage, SDU, and requested "I am looking for a spouse. Please help me to find a suitable one." The SDU officer said, "Your requirements, please." "Oh, good looking, polite, humorous , sporty, knowledgeable, good in singing and dancing. Willing to accompany me the whole day at home during my &lt;br /&gt;leisure hour, if I don't go out. Telling me interesting stories when I need companion for conversation and be silent when I want to rest." The officer listened carefull y and replied, "I understand ! you need television." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a saying that a perfect match can only be found between a blind wife and a deaf husband ,because the blind wife cannot see the faults of the husband and the deaf husband cannot hear the nagging of the wife. Many couples are blind and deaf at the courting stage and dream of perpetual perfect relationship. Unfortunately, when the excitement of love wears off, they wake up and discover that marriage is not a bed of roses. The nightmare begins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO OVERPOWERING &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many relationships fail because one party tries to overpower another,or demands too much. People in love tend to think that love will conquer all and their spouses will change the bad habits after marriage. Actually, this is not the case. There is a Chinese saying which ca! rries the meaning that "It is easier to reshape a mountain or a river than a person's character." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not easy to change. Thus, having high expectation on changing the spouse character will cause disappointment and unpleasantness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be less painful to change ourselves and lower our expectations.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT SPEECH &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a Chinese saying which carries the meaning that "A speech will either prosper or ruin a nation." Many relationships break off because of wrong speech. When a couple is too close with each other,we always forget mutual respect and courtesy. We! may say anything without considering if it would hurt the other party. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend and her millionaire husband visited their construction site. A worker who wore a helmet saw her and shouted,"Hi, Emily! Remember me? We used to date in the secondary school." On the way home, her millionaire husband teased her, "Luckily you married me.Otherwise you will be the wife of a construction worker." She answered ,"You should appreciate that you married me. Otherwise, he will be the millionaire and not you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frequently exchanging these remarks plants the seed for a bad relationship. It's lik! e a broken egg - cannot be reversed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERSONAL PERCEPTION &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Different people have different perception. One man's meat could be another man's poison. A couple bought a donkey from the market. On the way home,a boy commented, "Very stupid. Why neither of them ride on the donkey?"Upon hearing that, the husband let the wife ride on the donkey. He walked besides them. Later, an old man saw it and commented, "The husband is the head of family. How can the wife ride on the donkey while the husband is on foot?" Hearing this, the wife quickly got down and let the husband ride on the donkey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further on the way home, they met an old Lady. She commented, "How can the man ride on the donkey but let the wife walk. He is no gentleman." &lt;br /&gt;The husband thus quickly asked the wife to join him on the donkey. Then, they met a young man. He commented, "Poor donkey, how can you hold up the weight of two persons. They are cruel to you." Hearing that, the husband and wife immediately climbed down from the donkey and carried it on their shoulders. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems to be the only cho ice left. Later, on a narrow bridge, the donkey was frightened and struggled. They lost their balance and fell into the river. You can never have everyone praise you, nor will everyone condemn you. Never in the past, not at present, and never will be in the future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, do not be too bothered by others words if our conscience is clear.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BE PATIENT &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a true story which happened in the States. A man came out of his home to admire his new truck. To his puzzlement, his three-year-old son was happily hammering dents into the shiny paint of the truck. The man ran to his son, knocked him away, hammered the little boy's hands into pulp as punishment. When the father calmed down, he rushed his son to the hospital. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the doctor tried desperately to save the crushed bones, he finally had to amputate the fingers from both the bo! y's hands. When the boy woke up from the surgery &amp; saw his bandaged stubs, he innocently said, " Daddy,I'm sorry about your truck." Then he asked, "but when are my fingers going to grow back?" The father went father went back to the car and kicked it several times. Then, he looked at the scratches his child had made. It read: "I love you, Daddy!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about this story the next time someone steps on your feet or u wish to take revenge. Think first before u lose your patience with someone u love. Trucks can be repaired.. Broken bones &amp; hurt feelings often can't. Too often we fail to recognize the difference between the person and the performance. We forget that forgiveness is gr! eater than revenge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People make mistakes. We are allowed to make mistakes. But the actions we take while in a rage will haunt us forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16244642-113757627083530788?l=wennadcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/feeds/113757627083530788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16244642&amp;postID=113757627083530788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/113757627083530788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/113757627083530788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/2006/01/enhancing-relationships.html' title='enhancing relationships'/><author><name>wengkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14188495292374345145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/S5DnwN9mpFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-cK8F3zO8c4/S220/wengkat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16244642.post-113713861533300725</id><published>2006-01-12T23:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T23:50:15.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>alin ang naiba</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/1535/1600/us1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/1535/320/us1.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/1535/1600/us.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/1535/320/us.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both pics are cute, so i posted them both...spot the difference...hehehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16244642-113713861533300725?l=wennadcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/feeds/113713861533300725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16244642&amp;postID=113713861533300725' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/113713861533300725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/113713861533300725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/2006/01/alin-ang-naiba_12.html' title='alin ang naiba'/><author><name>wengkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14188495292374345145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/S5DnwN9mpFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-cK8F3zO8c4/S220/wengkat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16244642.post-113678952477055014</id><published>2006-01-08T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T02:39:52.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tHe mYst3ry of LoV3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/1535/1600/james_franco4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/1535/320/james_franco4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a mystery. Why do we fall in love and how does it happen? Why does love come only to go afterwards? Why does it grow only to wither away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may analyze this mystery and look for reasons and causes but you will never find anymore than what experience can offer. Just as life itself is something more than the sum of bones, muscles, and pulses in the body, love is more than the sum of interests, attractions and similarities that two individuals share. And just as life itself is a gift that comes and goes in its own time, so too must be the coming of love be taken as unfathomable gift that cannot be questioned in its ways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One would hope that at least once in his lifetime, the gift of love would come in full flower and he would take hold of it and celebrate it in its inexpressible beauty. This is a dream we all share. Often, love comes and takes hold of us, celebrates with us for a brief moment, then it moves on. Young people often try to grasp it and hold it tight, refusing to see that it is a gift that freely came within reach and thus has to move away freely. When they, or the object of their affection, fall out of love, they try desperately to reclaim it rather to accept it for what it was and for how long it took, then move on. They would seek answers to unanswerable questions. They would think deeply what’s wrong with them until they start hating themselves, or work to get the people they love to change to the point of suffocation. They would blame the circumstances and try to give meaning instantly to everything that has happened. But how can one find meaning instantly beyond the love that it is in itself a sea of mystery?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to accept love as it is and treat ourselves with kindness. If you find yourself in love with someone who does not love you, be gentle with yourself. There’s nothing wrong with you but it’s just that love chose not to rest in the heart of the person you love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you find someone in love with you and you didn’t love him, feel honored that love has come and knocked at the door of your heart –but gently refuse the gift you cannot return. Do not take advantage and be a cause of pain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love each other but later love chooses to leave, do not reclaim of blame it—let it go. There is a reason and meaning for everything. You will know it in time, but time will choose the right moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that you do not choose love—it is love that chooses. One can never force himself to love unless love rests in his heart. All he can do is accept love in all its mystery as soon as it comes, and relishes its taste which is at its best when shared with the person who brought it in and the people around him. It should not be treated as a need. Love should be viewed as something that flows out and not as something that flows in. Love is attracted to him who generates love and eludes him who is a sucker of love. Love only grows by giving it away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love has its own time and season. It cannot be bribed, coerced or reasoned to stay. One can only embrace it when it arrives and releases it when it leaves. Love has always been and will always be a mystery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If by any chance you have loved and it has left, be glad that it came to dwell for a moment in your heart. If you keep the doors of your heart open, surely it will come again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16244642-113678952477055014?l=wennadcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/feeds/113678952477055014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16244642&amp;postID=113678952477055014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/113678952477055014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/113678952477055014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/2006/01/myst3ry-of-lov3.html' title='tHe mYst3ry of LoV3'/><author><name>wengkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14188495292374345145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/S5DnwN9mpFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-cK8F3zO8c4/S220/wengkat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16244642.post-113670172535068168</id><published>2006-01-07T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T22:29:35.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>beliguered</title><content type='html'>i'm being tormented...physically, emotionally and psychologically. but this has brought me closer to God. i know He is the only one that could ease what i feel now. it's unfair but i found no one to run to. i know God understands me, He is my only last resort...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16244642-113670172535068168?l=wennadcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/feeds/113670172535068168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16244642&amp;postID=113670172535068168' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/113670172535068168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/113670172535068168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/2006/01/beliguered.html' title='beliguered'/><author><name>wengkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14188495292374345145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/S5DnwN9mpFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-cK8F3zO8c4/S220/wengkat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16244642.post-113282769973406938</id><published>2005-11-24T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T02:21:39.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mr perfect (disaster)</title><content type='html'>His face looked as if it were a freckle&lt;br /&gt;with a pug nose that loomed up &lt;br /&gt;handsomely between a pair of &lt;br /&gt;roguishly black eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His strong cut face &lt;br /&gt;and soft purring voice can tickle&lt;br /&gt;anybody's senses up to the bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Perfect!" i muttered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he gave me a smug, self-satisfied &lt;br /&gt;conceited smile, i threw him a piercing stare. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he turned serious as a postman in a blizzard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, laughters echoed like the creaking&lt;br /&gt;of a rusty barn door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I froze. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i looked back, i met disdainful eyes&lt;br /&gt;and abashing glares. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i felt the whole sky fell down on me&lt;br /&gt;and i could hardly see the gleam anywhere...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16244642-113282769973406938?l=wennadcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/feeds/113282769973406938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16244642&amp;postID=113282769973406938' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/113282769973406938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/113282769973406938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/2005/11/mr-perfect-disaster.html' title='mr perfect (disaster)'/><author><name>wengkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14188495292374345145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/S5DnwN9mpFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-cK8F3zO8c4/S220/wengkat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16244642.post-113150940701334069</id><published>2005-11-09T12:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T19:05:30.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fallen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/1535/1600/taurus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/1535/320/taurus.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look for me by the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;watch for me by the stars&lt;br /&gt;wait for me from the skies&lt;br /&gt;until i come to you tonight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS A FALLEN ANGEL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16244642-113150940701334069?l=wennadcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/feeds/113150940701334069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16244642&amp;postID=113150940701334069' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/113150940701334069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/113150940701334069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/2005/11/fallen.html' title='fallen'/><author><name>wengkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14188495292374345145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/S5DnwN9mpFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-cK8F3zO8c4/S220/wengkat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16244642.post-113150973204328321</id><published>2005-11-09T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T20:15:32.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>geeeeeeee....</title><content type='html'>okay, enough of blogthings... it really makes me chuckle but i could not fill my entire blog with such things. whaaaaaaaaaaah... i'm back after almost a month of being lost. now, i found myself... hehehehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16244642-113150973204328321?l=wennadcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/feeds/113150973204328321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16244642&amp;postID=113150973204328321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/113150973204328321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/113150973204328321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/2005/11/geeeeeeee.html' title='geeeeeeee....'/><author><name>wengkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14188495292374345145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/S5DnwN9mpFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-cK8F3zO8c4/S220/wengkat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16244642.post-113150892818511671</id><published>2005-11-09T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T20:02:08.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>beware of monsters, beware of me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Monster Profile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/monsternamegenerator/monster13.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wild Murderer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Feast On: Olives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Lurk Around In: The Ocean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Especially Like to Torment: Crybabies&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/monsternamegenerator/"&gt;What's Your Monster Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16244642-113150892818511671?l=wennadcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/feeds/113150892818511671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16244642&amp;postID=113150892818511671' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/113150892818511671'/><link rel='self' 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face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Birthdate: May 5&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F2F2FB"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/birthday.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have many talents, and you are great at sharing those talents with others.&lt;br /&gt;Most people would be jealous of your clever intellect, but you're just too likeable to elicit jealousy.&lt;br /&gt;Progressive and original, you're usually thinking up cutting edge ideas.&lt;br /&gt;Quick witted and fast thinking, you have difficulty finding new challenges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your strength: Your superhuman brainpower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your weakness: Your susceptibility to boredom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power color: Tangerine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power symbol: Ace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power month: May&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16244642-113150843737708003?l=wennadcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/feeds/113150843737708003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16244642&amp;postID=113150843737708003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/113150843737708003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/113150843737708003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/2005/11/what-my-birthdate-says-daw.html' title='what my birthdate says (daw)'/><author><name>wengkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14188495292374345145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/S5DnwN9mpFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-cK8F3zO8c4/S220/wengkat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16244642.post-113150638074500242</id><published>2005-11-09T11:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T19:23:38.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my japanese name</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #eee9e9" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Japanese Name Is...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/japanesenamegenerator/girl.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rei Tanaka&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/japanesenamegenerator/"&gt;What's" your Japanese Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16244642-113150638074500242?l=wennadcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/feeds/113150638074500242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16244642&amp;postID=113150638074500242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/113150638074500242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/113150638074500242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-japanese-name.html' title='my japanese name'/><author><name>wengkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14188495292374345145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/S5DnwN9mpFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-cK8F3zO8c4/S220/wengkat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16244642.post-113150789372039925</id><published>2005-11-08T19:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T19:44:53.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>blogthing addict</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#66CCFF" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 25% Addicted to Blogthings&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CBF3FF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howaddictedtoblogthingsareyouquiz/blog-girl.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so you know how to take and post a Blogthing. &lt;br /&gt;But you're no addict. (Hey, this quiz *proves* it!)&lt;br /&gt;For you, Blogthings is more of a healthy habit.&lt;br /&gt;At least, that's what you tell yourself!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howaddictedtoblogthingsareyouquiz/"&gt;How Addicted To Blogthings Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16244642-113150789372039925?l=wennadcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/feeds/113150789372039925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16244642&amp;postID=113150789372039925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/113150789372039925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/113150789372039925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/2005/11/blogthing-addict_113150789372039925.html' title='blogthing addict'/><author><name>wengkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14188495292374345145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/S5DnwN9mpFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-cK8F3zO8c4/S220/wengkat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16244642.post-112910364255104901</id><published>2005-10-12T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T01:02:11.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the pug 'n me</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="63" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/1535/320/pug-mops1.jpg" width="188" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy… this animal is really really cute… The first time I saw a pug was several months ago while I was strolling at SM City with my bo, Barney, my girl (best) friend in Cebu and Conrad, her other half ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the first time I laid my eyes on it (actually on them because there were a pair of them inside a cage), I was sooooooooo AMUSED….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were sleeping on a small basket but I made anything I could to catch their attention. I knocked on the crystal window of the pet shop. I can hardly remember how I giggled when they looked at me (may be I was jumping in joy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And their looks—the most unique of all the dogs (all dogs are unique). The pug’s head is round when you look at it from the front. But from the side, the face is flat with too little chin. And its eyes! Round, dark, expressive and full of life and as if it will eat you whole alive when it looks at you. Hahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second time I went back to the pet shop in the same mall I was with Liv and Cristina. I eagerly showed them my favorite animal. I can still imagine until now how Liv almost lost her breath laughing at how the pug looks (there was only one left when we went there). Cristina was also tickled pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time I went back to the same mall, I was not able to contain my “gigil” on the cute hound. This time, the two others that we saw earlier are no longer there. But there is a new one. And it is the black one. The same kind that appeared in Men in Black movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my… mura jud ungo!!! I blurted out which made other mall-goers turned their heads towards us (this time I was with my bf). The next thing I noticed people is starting to gather around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to slip away from the crowd and went inside the pet shop. I asked the shop tender if I could enter the area (which is restricted and only the buyers of the pets are allowed in) where the pug and the other dogs are. And know what I did? Wala lang… I “crushed” the face of the pug until I make “sawa.” And he seemed to enjoy being messed upon…Hehehehehe…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was planning to buy a pug. But it would surely make my life miserable. Not because it is very “kiatan” and would destroy all your plants, sofas, and things inside and outside your house but because you would need a whole lot P20, 000 bucks to buy one! That would make me dead broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This man-made breed was created just to look exactly like they do. And I am just satisfied when I see one, not own one… ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16244642-112910364255104901?l=wennadcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/feeds/112910364255104901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16244642&amp;postID=112910364255104901' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/112910364255104901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/112910364255104901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/2005/10/pug-n-me.html' title='the pug &apos;n me'/><author><name>wengkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14188495292374345145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/S5DnwN9mpFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-cK8F3zO8c4/S220/wengkat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16244642.post-112780302880154112</id><published>2005-09-27T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T23:44:20.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>freeman star troopers flying high</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/1535/1600/we"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/1535/320/we%27won%21wenna-fly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after several days of silence, here i come again! wanna proudly show this to the hoi polloi.... the victorious Freeman Star Troopers!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah! we won the first cheerdance competition in the history of the tri-media in Cebu last Sunday (Sept.25)! and hurrah, that's me jumping in joy... know what, a night ( i guess it was already about past 2 a.m. before the competition but i still wanna call it a night) i said if we lose i'll have my hair shaved off. God forbid, it did not happen because we won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a very sweet (and sweaty) victory because we really practiced hard, even to the point of sometimes sacrificing our news coverage (and making our day desk editor angry at us) for us just to make it perfect. eventhough it was not as perfect as we want it to be (and our sole competitor wasn't that good either), we empressed the crowd (which, was mostly composed of the TF employees...hehehehe) and most of the judges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was one of my happiest moments in my more than a year in TF (vow) and this made this worth posting here. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to all the cheerdancers, aka, the members of The Freeman Star Troopers, and the whole TF family. may we live with up with our goal to make it again to the top next year...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16244642-112780302880154112?l=wennadcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/feeds/112780302880154112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16244642&amp;postID=112780302880154112' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/112780302880154112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/112780302880154112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/2005/09/freeman-star-troopers-flying-high.html' title='freeman star troopers flying high'/><author><name>wengkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14188495292374345145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/S5DnwN9mpFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-cK8F3zO8c4/S220/wengkat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16244642.post-112710425648596321</id><published>2005-09-19T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T21:32:36.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>men are mean... sometimes!</title><content type='html'>i came across this "fascinating" but true message forwarded in my email by a girl friend. i find it necessary to post here so other people could also peruse it. &lt;br /&gt;here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problems with GUYS: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u TREAT him nicely, he says u are IN LOVE with him;&lt;br /&gt;If u Don't, he says u are PROUD.&lt;br /&gt;If u DRESS Nicely, he says u are trying to LURE him;&lt;br /&gt;If u Don't, he says u are from KAMPUNG.&lt;br /&gt;If u ARGUE with him, he says u are STUBBORN;&lt;br /&gt;If u keep QUIET,! he says u have no BRAINS.&lt;br /&gt;If u are SMARTER than him, he'll lose FACE;&lt;br /&gt;If he's Smarter than u, he is GREAT.&lt;br /&gt;If u don't Love him, he tries to POSSESS u;&lt;br /&gt;If u Love him, he will try to LEAVE u.(very true huh?)&lt;br /&gt;If u don't make love with him., he says u don't Love him;&lt;br /&gt;If u do!! he says u are CHEAP.&lt;br /&gt;If u tell him your PROBLEM, he says u are TROUBLESOME;&lt;br /&gt;If u don't, he says that u don't TRUST him.&lt;br /&gt;If u SCOLD him, u are like a NANNY to him;&lt;br /&gt;If he SCOLDS u, it is because he CARES for u.&lt;br /&gt;If u BREAK your PROMISE, u Cannot be TRUSTED;&lt;br /&gt;If he BREAKS his, he is FORCED to do so.&lt;br /&gt;If u SMOKE, u are BAD girl;&lt;br /&gt;If he SMOKES, he is a GENTLEMAN.&lt;br /&gt;If u do WELL in your exams, he says it's LUCK;&lt;br /&gt;If he does WELL, it's BRAINS.&lt;br /&gt;If u HURT him, u are CRUEL;&lt;br /&gt;If he HURTS u, u are too SENSITIVE!!&lt;br /&gt;&amp; soooooooo hard to please!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WORDS TO REMEMBER FOR A WHILE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls are like apples on trees. The best ones are at the top of the tree. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys don't want to reach for the good ones because they're afraid of falling and getting hurt. Instead they just get the rotten apples that are on the ground, that aren't as good, but easy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the apples at the top think that there is something wrong with them, when in reality, they are amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why we just have to be a little patient and the right boy, the one who takes a chance to find the good, right apple, will come someday...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16244642-112710425648596321?l=wennadcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/feeds/112710425648596321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16244642&amp;postID=112710425648596321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/112710425648596321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/112710425648596321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/2005/09/men-are-mean-sometimes.html' title='men are mean... sometimes!'/><author><name>wengkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14188495292374345145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/S5DnwN9mpFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-cK8F3zO8c4/S220/wengkat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16244642.post-112676866510567689</id><published>2005-09-15T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T00:17:45.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>road users' tax</title><content type='html'>CV's share of road users' tax sought&lt;br /&gt;The Freeman 09/15/2005 (this is one of the stories i wrote yesterday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Development Administration Committee of the Regional Development Council wants to know where some of the "road users' tax," that is supposed to be used for development projects for Region 7 for this year went, has gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valeriano Avila, chairman of the committee said the region has been collecting millions of motor vehicle users' charge, popularly known as road users' tax, but nothing has been given to the region. Avila's committee is asking for an update of this from the national treasury. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this, the committee yesterday came up with a mass motion seeking to study the structure of the Road Board, an attached agency of the Department of Public Works and Highways that handles the fund. It is also asking the board to explain where the other part of the allocation for Central Visayas is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Republic Act 8794, which was approved during the term of former president Joseph Estrada, provides imposition of MVUC on owners of all types of motor vehicles. The revenues collected from the MVUC would be used exclusively for the national and provincial road maintenance and improvement of drainage, installation of traffic lights and road safety devices, and for air pollution control. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The law mandates the Land Transportation Office to collect MVUC during the annual registration and the overloading penalties of motor vehicles. It also said the revenues generated from the MVUC and overloading penalties are deposited in the national treasury. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;City and provincial governments, which are in the frontlines of the implementation of the law is also entitled to receive part of the fund through the Special Local Road Fund, which would be based on the number of vehicles and size of the road network under their jurisdictions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to regional and district allocations of the Special Road Support Fund, the Road Board would determine how much their allocations would be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for this year, the DAC secretariat, in a report during the committee meeting yesterday said the board has released P137,195,689 to DPWH 7 under the SRSuF and P340,941.40 to Bayawan City in Negros Oriental under the Special Local Road Fund. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from Bayawan City, the secretariat, citing the data from DPWH 7, said that no other LGU in the region had received an allocation from the Road Board. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why is it that Cebu City and the province were not given allocations? Ang Bayawan City pa nuon. The money is collected here but it is not spent here. That's how unfair the whole situation is," Avila said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The DAC secretariat said that as of 2004, the region had collected P559,653,066 in MVUC from motor vehicle owners and drivers, which represents 8.4 percent of the total MVUC in the whole country. Of the provinces in the region, Cebu has the highest collection last year with P435,855,583, or 77.88 percent of the region's total collections. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For overloading, Region 7 was only able to collect P13,350 last year, which represents 0.28 percent of the total overloading penalty collections of the country. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Road users' tax became the talk of the town at the height of the impeachment against President Arroyo last month after some of the opposition congressmen accused her administration for using the fund as reward for the legislators to drop the complaint. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To erase speculations on how the fund is being spent, the President ordered the Department of Budget and Management to scrap the P2.2 billion allocation that is supposed to be incorporated in the P1.05 trillion proposed budget for 2006. (end)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16244642-112676866510567689?l=wennadcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/feeds/112676866510567689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16244642&amp;postID=112676866510567689' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/112676866510567689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/112676866510567689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/2005/09/road-users-tax.html' title='road users&apos; tax'/><author><name>wengkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14188495292374345145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/S5DnwN9mpFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-cK8F3zO8c4/S220/wengkat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16244642.post-112633342171914078</id><published>2005-09-10T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T23:25:53.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a speedboat ride and more</title><content type='html'>A SPEEDBOAT RIDE&lt;br /&gt;(A novel by myself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past 2 p.m. last Wednesday (September 7) when the rain poured hard. I was kinda worried because we still have to go to Lapu-Lapu City at 4 p.m. to cover President Arroyo who will address the conference of religious leaders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have two stories to write and I was pounding my computer’s keyboard nimbly just to finish even just one story before our scheduled flight. But I failed because just as I finish the second paragraph of my first story, Fred (our small but terrible capitol beat reporter, who also does extras in the Malacañang beat like me) told me that we should go. We have to leave early because the rains might have caused traffic congestion in Mandaue City, especially in the street going to the old Mandaue-Mactan bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I was about to go out of the TF building…Gotcha! The street in front of our office is teeming with knee-deep chocolate-colored waters. In short, it’s flooded! How could we get to the marketing office (which is just a block away) where our service is waiting? We have nowhere to pass. We are wearing modest attires and we could not simply immerse in the leptospyrosis-infected waters. Eeeeewww! Bawal magkasakit (in singing tune, ala Clusivol ad)….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Day, mag-speed boat na lang ta,” Fred jested, which I excitedly responded in affirmative (and this is where I derived the title for this blog).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we are gifted kids, so we were able to find a way to get away from the flood—we passed by the J&amp;amp;J Printer’s office. Yahoo! But the problem does not just end there. And the raindrops are still falling (this is not the problem).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, when we arrived at the marketing office, we searched for our vehicle. But nobody could say which car we would use and who would drive us to our destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fred sent text messages to Quennie, our day desk editor, about the problem. He also looked for a photographer. He got slow response (may be because text messages take quite a time to be sent).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite pestered, Fred went up the marketing office and called her at the editorial office. Noticing that Fred is already fuming, Ma’am Connie (don’t know her designation) tried to help. She said no car is available except the Banat (our Bisaya tabloid) multicab, which, I think is only being used to deliver newspapers. Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left with no choice, we have to take it. The driver (I don’t know his name), tried to wipe the soaked seats of the vehicle but Fred said we would just occupy the front seat, which means three of us—the driver, Fred and I would’ve to squeeze in to be accommodated. “Fred would sit on my lap,” I joked. Fred did not laugh. He is too irked to be amused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just as we were about to board, Sir Boy (our GM) approached us and asked if we could drop by Ma’am Tess (our dealer) at SM City. Okay, who are we to refuse the GM’s request?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Noy, mamasahero sa ta,” I told the driver (because our vehicle service looks like a public utility jeepney) he laughed. But Fred was still silent most of the time. May be he still recuperates from his anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Paita aning sakyanana oi. Maypa nagdrive na lang ko sa akong sakyanan ani. Layo man gud…” he mumbles. “Relax lang oi, atakehon lang ka sige ugtas ana,” I was trying to appease him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We picked up Paul near pier 5 and dropped off Ma’am Tess at SM City. When the front seat was finally vacated, the driver asked if anybody wants to sit there but Fred said: “Ing-ani na man lang ni, mag-unong na lang mi diri.” Then we sped off to Lapu-Lapu City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Lapu-Lapu City, we passed by a bikini bar, which advertises that they are looking for dances. Fred and Paul manifested their desires to apply. I was quick to cut their wild dreams by telling them: “Ayaw na mo pangandoy oi. Wa nay manulod unya sa bar, or if naa man gani basin makaingon pa sila, ‘Asa naman inyong dancers oi?’ kay di man mo makita. Pagngon ra ba ang suga if pasayawon mo.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Paita ani oi. Magsige na lang ta og ngisi ani Dong, para makita ta,” Fred retorted. Laugh…laugh…laugh. At last, the tension that was eased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, the traffic was mild so we were still able to sigh a relief when we arrived there with Arroyo still not around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, when I was about to get off the multi-cab, a string snared my foot, which nearly caused me to stumble. Good heavens, I was able to regain balance. I could have fallen off the cab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the venue of the event, national and local press people were busy with their stuffs. All rushed inside the venue of the conference when the chief executive finally arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was awed by the different personalities I saw. There was this man who dress up like he is attending a graduation program (he wears a toga?) while another wears just a “bahag.” I don’t know from what religious group or what tribes they were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I like his attire… Wa na siya gitugnaw? Maayo lang wa siya gipagawas sa mga bishops noh, conservative ra ba ni sila,” I whispered to Lovey (a reporter of another daily) obviously referring to the man who wears a “bahag.” Hehehehe… But of course, I know it is a gathering of all religious leaders from the 7,107 islands of the country. Everyone’s dress represents their own religion and culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just less than 30 minutes after we came, Arroyo arrived. Reporters positioned themselves anywhere they feel comfortable. Religious leaders presented their statement, advocating for peace to the president.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the highlight of the event—president’s speech. All eyes were glued to the stage she talked about reconciling with her detractors, asking her cabinet to go back to work, charter change, peace talks, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the finale of the whole event. But the story does not just end there… After dinner (Thanks God! We were served a sumptuous buffet dinner), we hopped into our “distinct” and not-apt-for-presidential-coverage vehicle and sped off towards Cebu City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the middle of the old Mandaue-Mactan Bridge, while talking about coverage and some sorts, I noticed a man in the nearby white Toyota Tamaraw Fx grinning at me. At first, I chose to ignore. May be, just somebody who wants to flirt, I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as we near the end of the bridge, I still noticed the man looking at us, grinning. Then I realized there might be something funny. And so I told the gang (There were already four of us in the multi-cab—Fred, Paul, Jasmin and I). Fred said the man was laughing at us because look, we are wearing formal attires, presidential coverage attires and we were just boarding a multi-cab. “Who cares? It simply shows that we are versatile reporters and besides, it does not make us less beautiful if we ride a multi-cab,” I quickly retorted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have so many things to express but I’d rather keep them to myself (Besides, Liv is already prodding me to post this because she said this already looks/reads like a novel). Anyway, this is always part of experience. Not quite a pleasant experience, but I would like to think it is… I could have had a multi-cab, este, speedboat ride. Hehehehe…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nota Bene: below is the product of this out-of-this-world multi-cab experience)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16244642-112633342171914078?l=wennadcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/feeds/112633342171914078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16244642&amp;postID=112633342171914078' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/112633342171914078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/112633342171914078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/2005/09/speedboat-ride-and-more.html' title='a speedboat ride and more'/><author><name>wengkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14188495292374345145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/S5DnwN9mpFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-cK8F3zO8c4/S220/wengkat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16244642.post-112632471641272785</id><published>2005-09-10T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T22:34:09.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GMA offers hand of reconciliation</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;This is the raw copy of our report that saw front page last Thursday, September 8 (because Jasmin really made an effort to lobby to our news editor to give this a priority):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GMA OFFERS HAND OF RECONCILIATION&lt;br /&gt;By Fred Languido, Wenna Berondo and Jasmin Uy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A DAY after the House of Representatives junked the impeachment complaint against her, President Gloria Macapagal Arroyo yesterday offered a hand of reconciliation to her detractors and asked them to get back to work not by holding protests in the streets but by working for a brighter and peaceful future of the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arroyo made the call for unity at the Crown regency Hotel in Lapulapu City last night, her first public appearance since the dismissal of the impeachment last Tuesday, where she spoke before the delegates of the National Summit of Religious Leaders Towards a Culture of Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I offer the olive branch of peace to all my critics and detractors for a principled partnership for the people greeted by responsible governance and responsible fiscalization," the president noted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arroyo said the Congress had already spoken and it should be respected, adding that she thank House Deputy Speaker and Cebu north district congressman Raul del Mar who also presided during the hearing on the impeachment complained against her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The voice is clear let as look for peace not conflict. Let us get back to work. Not in the streets but in our offices, in industrial centers, in our farms and communities. Lets bury the conflict of the past, and gather around the a brighter peaceful tomorrow," she went on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also appealed to the political leaders of the country to be the source of inspiration to the Filipinos by transforming the weariness of the people into a fresh dynamism for action, enterprise and reform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arroyo added that what is needed is less talk, unless its dialogue, and more action and jobs to address the country’s problems like high prices especially coming from the world oil price upsurge, hunger, law and order, corruption, which the religious leaders mentioned in their summaries and statements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In statement, which they handed to the president, the religious leaders of the country said that poverty is a root cause of conflicts. They added that the country should ensure that infrastructure, livelihood projects and equal employment opportunities are provided. Likewise, relief, rehabilitation, and development programs for affected communities should also be pursued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier that day, Cebu Archbishop Ricardo Cardinal Vidal also said that peace can never be realized through murder, coercion, suppression, but rather it is founded in the culture that values truth, justice, decency and respect for others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Subvert this values and peace would be ephemeral and allow yourselves to be guided by the light of God so that you may be able to feel and internalize the essence of peace. While we are united in our search for peace, we are divided in our means to find it," he added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In her speech, Arroyo also ordered her Cabinet members to put on notice to get down to the grass stacks and "let the people feel the power of honest and efficient service," which religious leaders are of big help to muster them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My personal thing of political triumph is of no moment to the task of building this nation and putting the economy in order," she added. However, Arroyo said that many of the things that people ask require legislation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this, she said that the country has to change the "degenerated" political system constitutionally with parliamentary electoral deviation, economic and other reforms, including the federal system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As I extend the hand of peace to my own detractors, I invite all Filipinos, my critics and supporters alike to an earnest and sincere debate to amend our constitution because many of the things you want need to have a constitutional change. To give power back to the people and to cast out the demons that have haunted our politics," Arroyo added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, she recognized that this would still have to go through into a thorough process even as her government has to get the budget debate, adding that there is a need to strengthen the executive and legislative partnership because part of it has been wounded by personal interests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now is the time to begin to change the system. You in this dialogue are part of the changing of the system," she further stated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The religious leaders also stressed the importance of dialog between the rebels and the government to restore peace in the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Intercultural understanding is our goal in engaging in dialog. We respect each other’s beliefs systems and focus on our common belief in one God and convergent human values that build up a society based on truth, justice and love," they said in a statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They added that to attain peace, people must work for justice and ensure that the human rights of every Filipino and cultural community are respected and upheld.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recognizing the importance of peace in the development of the country, Arroyo also said that to restore peace, the national government has again reopened the negotiations with the Moro Islamic Liberation Front and the National Democratic Front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To solve poverty, the president said that the country needs development to sustain peace and likewise, it needs peace to sustain development.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the religious leaders asked the president to create an interfaith commission to provide institutional mechanism for the resolution of issues affecting the various religious and cultural traditions in the country in promoting peace and harmony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claiming that she is a great believer of peace for mankind and common good, Arroyo said that her administration has long been studying the possibility of creating a interfaith council and it is now being studied by the Presidential Council for Values Formation, which is headed by Isabel Tobias.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16244642-112632471641272785?l=wennadcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/feeds/112632471641272785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16244642&amp;postID=112632471641272785' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/112632471641272785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/112632471641272785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/2005/09/gma-offers-hand-of-reconciliation.html' title='GMA offers hand of reconciliation'/><author><name>wengkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14188495292374345145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/S5DnwN9mpFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-cK8F3zO8c4/S220/wengkat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16244642.post-112625096253147623</id><published>2005-09-09T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T00:29:22.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>celtic astrology</title><content type='html'>They say this is Celtic astrology. I don’t know how they were able to determine it. But based on it, my birthday, May 5 (May 01 to May 14 - Poplar Tree), qualifies under the poplar tree. And this is how it describes me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poplar Tree (the Uncertainty) -- looks very decorative, talented, not very self-confident, extremely courageous if necessary, needs goodwill and pleasant surroundings, very choosy, often lonely, great animosity, great artistic nature, good organizer, tends to lean toward philosophy, reliable in any situation, takes partnership seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look decorative (daw). May be what it wants to say I just appear to be decorative (ugh! i could have rejoiced if it said i'm pretty) Talented? I doubt it... May be. Not very self-confident; how does this differ from being not courageous? And the rest are quite true. Bow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16244642-112625096253147623?l=wennadcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/feeds/112625096253147623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16244642&amp;postID=112625096253147623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/112625096253147623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/112625096253147623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/2005/09/celtic-astrology.html' title='celtic astrology'/><author><name>wengkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14188495292374345145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/S5DnwN9mpFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-cK8F3zO8c4/S220/wengkat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16244642.post-112606976682566066</id><published>2005-09-07T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T22:09:26.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a true friend</title><content type='html'>A simple friend,&lt;br /&gt;when visiting,&lt;br /&gt;acts like a guest.&lt;br /&gt;A real friend&lt;br /&gt;opens your&lt;br /&gt;refrigerator&lt;br /&gt;and helps&lt;br /&gt;himself.&lt;br /&gt;A simple friend&lt;br /&gt;has never&lt;br /&gt;seen you&lt;br /&gt;cry.&lt;br /&gt;A real friend&lt;br /&gt;has shoulders&lt;br /&gt;soggy from&lt;br /&gt;your tears.&lt;br /&gt;A simple friend&lt;br /&gt;doesn't know&lt;br /&gt;your parents'&lt;br /&gt; first names.&lt;br /&gt;A real friend&lt;br /&gt;has their&lt;br /&gt;phone numbers&lt;br /&gt;in his&lt;br /&gt;address book.&lt;br /&gt;A simple friend&lt;br /&gt;brings a bottle&lt;br /&gt;of wine&lt;br /&gt;to your&lt;br /&gt;party.&lt;br /&gt;A real friend&lt;br /&gt;comes early&lt;br /&gt;to help you&lt;br /&gt;cook and stays&lt;br /&gt;late to help&lt;br /&gt;you clean.&lt;br /&gt;A simple friend&lt;br /&gt;hates it&lt;br /&gt;when you&lt;br /&gt;call after&lt;br /&gt;he has&lt;br /&gt;gone to bed.&lt;br /&gt;A real friend&lt;br /&gt;asks you why&lt;br /&gt;you took&lt;br /&gt;so long&lt;br /&gt;to call.&lt;br /&gt;A simple friend&lt;br /&gt;seeks to talk&lt;br /&gt;with you&lt;br /&gt;about your&lt;br /&gt;problems.&lt;br /&gt;A real friend&lt;br /&gt;seeks to&lt;br /&gt;help you&lt;br /&gt;with your&lt;br /&gt;problems.&lt;br /&gt;A simple friend&lt;br /&gt;wonders about&lt;br /&gt;your romantic&lt;br /&gt; history.&lt;br /&gt;A real friend&lt;br /&gt;could blackmail you&lt;br /&gt;with it.&lt;br /&gt;A simple friend&lt;br /&gt;thinks the friendship&lt;br /&gt;is over&lt;br /&gt;when you&lt;br /&gt;have an&lt;br /&gt;argument.&lt;br /&gt;A real friend&lt;br /&gt;calls you&lt;br /&gt;after you&lt;br /&gt;had afight.&lt;br /&gt;A simple friend&lt;br /&gt;expects you&lt;br /&gt;to always be&lt;br /&gt;there for them.&lt;br /&gt;A real friend&lt;br /&gt;expects to&lt;br /&gt;always be&lt;br /&gt;there for you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16244642-112606976682566066?l=wennadcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/feeds/112606976682566066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16244642&amp;postID=112606976682566066' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/112606976682566066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/112606976682566066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/2005/09/true-friend.html' title='a true friend'/><author><name>wengkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14188495292374345145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/S5DnwN9mpFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-cK8F3zO8c4/S220/wengkat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16244642.post-112572572712503684</id><published>2005-08-29T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T23:30:49.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>where have all the values gone?</title><content type='html'>I've noticed that i'm getting hooked to blogging. Too bad, i already forgot that i have a personal diary where i could write on my experiences and feelings. Now, this blog has seemed to become the mirror of what is me. Well, I guess this is the good part of having a blog—to have something where you can pour how you feel (thanks to liv).&lt;br /&gt;........................................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed people now are so occupied with lots of things that are happening around: politics (I don’t have to elaborate; everybody knows what is happening in the political arena—impeachment of GMA, corruption, poll fraud, and many many others)… soaring oil prices… energy crisis…dengue…terrorism… fashion… money/riches… beauty (I mean physical beauty)…fame…entertainment… and a lot lot more…People value worldly things rather than nurturing good things, Godly things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a forum I once attended, a speaker said "everything boils down to values." He said people steal, corrupt, take advantage of their fellowmen and do bad things because they lack proper values and they do not fear God. Were they not taught proper values?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Values, values, values... Even how smart you are, how beautiful you are, how talented you are, how rich you are, if you lack proper values, you are nothing… As God said (I may sound preaching; I meant to) blessed are the pure in heart for they shall inherit the kingdom of God. Blessed are the meek for they shall see heaven…As the Ten Commandments points out: Love God and love your neighbor (summarized). If you do this, everything just follows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Former senator and "the best president the country never had" Raul Roco once said: "If your foot is hurt, don’t blame it on your shoes." (may be I could write about this next time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have a lot of things to say but let me just share the following "tenet" (dunno how this is called) by Max Ehrmann. I highlighted some points I want to emphasize. But all of these things are really of high importance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desiderata&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Go placidly amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence (&lt;/em&gt;if you have nothing good to say, shut up because you would only be hurting other person&lt;em&gt;). As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly (&lt;/em&gt;and watch out what you say because words pierce deeper, just like pen is mightier than the sword&lt;em&gt;); and listen to others, even to the dull and the ignorant, they too have their story. Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit&lt;/em&gt; (must do&lt;em&gt;).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain or bitter; for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exercise caution in your business affairs, for the world is full of trickery. But let not this blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals, and everywhere life is full of heroism. Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is as perennial as the grass. Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth.&lt;br /&gt;Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be. And whatever your labors and aspirations in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul. With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams; it is still a beautiful world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16244642-112572572712503684?l=wennadcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/feeds/112572572712503684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16244642&amp;postID=112572572712503684' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/112572572712503684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/112572572712503684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/2005/08/where-have-all-values-gone.html' title='where have all the values gone?'/><author><name>wengkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14188495292374345145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/S5DnwN9mpFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-cK8F3zO8c4/S220/wengkat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16244642.post-112572569072281111</id><published>2005-08-25T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T23:19:41.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>getting married...</title><content type='html'>Hey guys, this is kinda funny. I got this somewhere in the net few months ago. Some lines might sound anti-women, but hey (men), don’t get it wrong… this is women empowerment…&lt;br /&gt;This is intended for every all… For the singles who want to get married, those who are soon to be married, those who have just married, who have been married for long time, who have severed their marital ties, and those who no longer want to get married because they read this…&lt;br /&gt;1. Marriage is love. Love is blind. Therefore, marriage is an institution for the blind.&lt;br /&gt;2. Marriage is an institution in which a man losses his Bachelor’s degree and the woman gets her Master’s.&lt;br /&gt;3. A married life is full of excitement. In the first year of marriage, a man speaks and the woman listens. In the second year, the woman speaks and the man listens. In the third year, both speak and the NEIGHBORS listen (I would prefer to experience the second year always).&lt;br /&gt;4. Getting married is very much like going to a restaurant with friends. You order what you want and when you see what the other fellow has, you wish you had ordered that instead.&lt;br /&gt;5. There was this man who muttered a few words in church and found himself married. A year later, he muttered something in his sleep and found himself divorced.&lt;br /&gt;6. Love is one long sweet dream and marriage is the alarm clock (hahahahahahaha!).&lt;br /&gt;7. When a newly married man looks happy, we know why. But when a 10-year married man looks happy, we wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;8. When a man steals your wife, there’s no better revenge than let him keep her (are women that worse?).&lt;br /&gt;9. Marriage is a man and woman become one. The trouble when they try to decide which one.&lt;br /&gt;10. At a cocktail party, one woman said to another, “Aren’t you wearing your ring on the wrong finger?” The other replied, “Yes, I am! I married the wrong man.” (I might do the same in the future)&lt;br /&gt;11. A man is incomplete until he gets married, then he is finished.&lt;br /&gt;12. It doesn’t matter how many times a married man changes his job, he still ends up with the same boss (are women really bossy?).&lt;br /&gt;13. When a man opens the door of his car for his wife, you can be sure of one thing—either the car is new or the wife is.&lt;br /&gt;14. Marriage is not a word. It’s a sentence (a life sentence).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…This is just to make you laugh. Marriage can be a good thing if you make it. If you’re still unmarried, don’t be scared. Marriage is better than waking up next to an empty pillow. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16244642-112572569072281111?l=wennadcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/feeds/112572569072281111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16244642&amp;postID=112572569072281111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/112572569072281111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/112572569072281111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/2005/08/getting-married.html' title='getting married...'/><author><name>wengkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14188495292374345145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/S5DnwN9mpFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-cK8F3zO8c4/S220/wengkat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16244642.post-112572599913226274</id><published>2005-08-24T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T23:24:18.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>know me...</title><content type='html'>This is getting to be fun actually...Okay, here is what you are supposed to do... and trynot spoil the fun by copying (not forward) this entireblog and paste it into a one that you willpost. Change all of the answers so that they apply toYOU. It takes about 5 minutes. The theory is you will learn a lot of little things about your friends.&lt;br /&gt;1. LAST MOVIE YOU SAW IN A THEATER? -- Mr. &amp;amp; Mrs. Smith (with Liv, Ryan and Ms. Debbie)&lt;br /&gt;2. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING NOW? -- 7 rules for writers, the littleprince (i've read it several times already), City of Joy ( i read it, one page a month. i borrowed it from Liv last year... ugh!)&lt;br /&gt;3. FAVORITE BOARD GAME? --- dama? i don't know any, actually&lt;br /&gt;4. FAVORITE MAGAZINE/s? -- any... FHM? (who says only men reads it?...hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;5. FAVORITE SMELL? -- smell of the forest, musk&lt;br /&gt;6. FAVORITE SOUND? -- silence&lt;br /&gt;7. WORST FEELING IN THE WORLD? -- sadness&lt;br /&gt;8. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU THINK OF IN THE MORNING? -- my cute pup... POPO (short for Popovich,hehehehe...) water, food&lt;br /&gt;9. FAVORITE FAST FOOD PLACE? -- used to be Jollibee and mcDo. ops! lifestylecheck...&lt;br /&gt;10. FUTURE CHILD'S NAME? -- Ryu Ken, Winkle Alekhine&lt;br /&gt;11. WHAT WOULD YOU NAME YOUR NEXT PET AND WHAT WOULDIT BE? -- anybody who can give me a pup? i'll name it after the "giver"&lt;br /&gt;12. WHAT IS MOST IMPORTANT IN LIFE? -- God, my family, friends,everything i have, anything in this world..&lt;br /&gt;13. FINISH THE STATEMENT, "IF I HAD LOTS OF MONEY"? -- i must havetrillions (billions would do if this is too big) i'll divide andgive it equally to all people (let's see what would happen next)&lt;br /&gt;14. DO YOU SLEEP WITH A STUFFED ANIMAL? -- nope (samok!)&lt;br /&gt;15. STORMS... COOL OR SCARY? -- i don't like floods!and working despite the bad weather.&lt;br /&gt;16.WHAT CAR DID YOU FIRST DRIVE? -- toy car&lt;br /&gt;17. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE COLOR/s? -- white, pastel colors&lt;br /&gt;18. WOULD YOU WEAR A BIKINI OR A ONE-PIECE SUIT TO THEBEACH? -- two-piece, of course! (a pair of slippers! lol...)&lt;br /&gt;19. FINISH THE STATEMENT..."IF I HAD ALL THE TIME INTHE WORLD I WOULD": -- spend it with family, friends (visit oldfriends and relatives). treat them to a beach party (if i have money.any sponsors?)&lt;br /&gt;21. IF YOU COULD DYE YOUR HAIR ANY COLOR, WHAT WOULD YOU CHOOSE?-- yellow (don't ask me why.. i just liked it!)&lt;br /&gt;22. GLASS HALF FULL OR HALF EMPTY? -- full, i drink a lot of water(literally)&lt;br /&gt;23. HOW MANY DIFFERENT CITIES HAVE YOU LIVED IN? -- two (cebu andiloilo)&lt;br /&gt;24. FAVORITE PLACE TO RELAX? -- under a tree, inside a cool room (allalone)&lt;br /&gt;25. WHAT ARE YOUR FAVORITE SPORTS TO WATCH? basketball, football,(synchronized) swimming&lt;br /&gt;26. FAVORITE PART OF THE HOUSE? comfort room... i feel comfortable&lt;br /&gt;27. WHAT IS UNDER YOUR BED? none. i want it clean.&lt;br /&gt;28. CRUSH? none&lt;br /&gt;29. WHO WOULD YOU HAVE DINNER WITH, (dead, alive, orfictional) AND WHAT WOULD BE YOUR TOPIC OFCONVERSATION? -- (whosetreat?)&lt;br /&gt;a) God -- ask Him why can't He make everything last, why there issuffering.&lt;br /&gt;b) cinderella -- how (can i find and) live ever after with the man ilove?&lt;br /&gt;c)therapist (for the heart) -- does time really heals wounds? (ora counselor. i need volunteer coz i don't have bucks to pay for hisservice)&lt;br /&gt;d) cupid -- practice more.. he always hit the wrong target.&lt;br /&gt;30. FAVE GET-UP? -- jeans and shirt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16244642-112572599913226274?l=wennadcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/feeds/112572599913226274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16244642&amp;postID=112572599913226274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/112572599913226274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/112572599913226274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/2005/08/know-me.html' title='know me...'/><author><name>wengkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14188495292374345145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/S5DnwN9mpFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-cK8F3zO8c4/S220/wengkat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16244642.post-112572564200833668</id><published>2005-08-24T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T22:34:02.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...and so we live (to pose, az in!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="goblet" src="http://geocities.com/liv_ffs/angats4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquí estaban sean otra vez en nuestra la mayoría del colocar que deseabl. esto nos ganó nuestro último cheque de pago. grrr&lt;br /&gt;(we are serious, promize!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16244642-112572564200833668?l=wennadcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/feeds/112572564200833668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16244642&amp;postID=112572564200833668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/112572564200833668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/112572564200833668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/2005/08/and-so-we-live-to-pose-az-in.html' title='...and so we live (to pose, az in!)'/><author><name>wengkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14188495292374345145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/S5DnwN9mpFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-cK8F3zO8c4/S220/wengkat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16244642.post-112572555171091215</id><published>2005-08-24T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T22:32:31.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>here we are (while they are not!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="goblet" src="http://geocities.com/liv_ffs/angats3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acabamos de votars como el más feo en el pueblo. ¡Pero somos muy felices, usted no ve?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16244642-112572555171091215?l=wennadcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/feeds/112572555171091215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16244642&amp;postID=112572555171091215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/112572555171091215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/112572555171091215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/2005/08/here-we-are-while-they-are-not.html' title='here we are (while they are not!)'/><author><name>wengkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14188495292374345145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/S5DnwN9mpFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-cK8F3zO8c4/S220/wengkat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16244642.post-112572550143303929</id><published>2005-08-21T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T22:36:30.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i am an impostor</title><content type='html'>(Prologue)&lt;br /&gt;Comments on this come-out-of-nowhere blog is very much welcome. But since it is my first time to post a blog that is really crafted by me, or is a product of my worst experience, please be kind. No violent reactions please….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Finally, I would be able to post this. I actually started drafting this right after that "fateful" incident but due to some unavoidable circumstances, i.e., I’m busy and I have so many things to say. I finished writing this just right now)&lt;br /&gt;………………………………………………………………………………………………&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This would also prove that some high security/high risk companies are not that really stiff in implementing security measures. Just read on…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;President Arroyo was here in Cebu last two Wednesdays ago. And as usual, as a "Malacañang (in the south) beat reporter," I was assigned to cover one of her engagements in Mactan Export Processing Zone.To be specific, I was tasked to cover her inauguration of the sewage treatment plant-water reuse facility at the economic zone scheduled at 3:30 p.m. But aside from that, there is also another activity in Timex, which is also inside MEPZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I’ll be covering the activity of the chief executive of this country, I need to be at the venue earlier than her. We also need to go there early because Lapu-Lapu City is still few miles away and it takes a lot of weaving in the heavily-trafficked streets of Cebu and Mandaue before we get there. And so, we left TF at 1:30 p.m. This despite Liv’s plea (which I found very irresistible) that we dropped her at the Palace of Justice where she reigns as the sole princess (it's a palace so there should be a princess..hehehehe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Eric (the TF editorial driver) and I were about to leave, an unknown number, which I later learned to be Ma’am Divine’s (our Community section ed) sent me a text message if I would cover Arroyo at Timex. I said no because my assignment is PEZA’s wastewater treatment facility inauguration.However, when we were halfway to Mactan, Joy Torrejos (our over excited fotog) phoned me. He said he would be waiting for us in Timex, which he said is inside PEZA. So be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived at MEPZ, we proceed directly to Timex. The guard, upon learning that we are from the media (it’s obvious, we were using the company’s marked vehicle), opened the gate and let us in. He told me to check at with the guards if my name is among those who were invited to cover the event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is now the highlight of the whole story. When I told the guards my name, they told me: "Ma’am meron na pong nakapasok na Wenna Berondo." Of course, I was surprised! "Ha?!? But I am Wenna Berondo!" But the guards explained they could not let me in because I don’t have a security pass because they already gave it to "Wenna Berondo." But I am she and it could not be possible that there is another media person in Cebu with same name as mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without being told to do so, I pulled out my ID, raised it parallel to the guards’ faces and blurted out: "Sa tingin nyo ba impostor ako?!?" The Presidential Security Group member (there were 3 Timex security guards and a PSG man at the gate), who just silently stood beside the guard post, checked my ID. Then he radioed his colleagues who are inside to look for the person who took my security pass. What if the person who used my name is a terrorist or a hitman hired to assassinate the President (God forbid)? I could hardly imagine how alarmed they were. All in my mind was how to prove I am Wenna Berondo and how to get out of the mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I argued with the guards in mixed English and Tagalog (Tag-lish). I was also texting Queenie (our day desk ed), telling her I could not get inside Timex/MEPZ. She told me to contact the persons from the PIA. I also called Joy T. and asked him who used my SP, he could not give me an answer. Grrrr…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t understand what I felt (as in). It was the first time that my identity was questioned. May be I was irritated. Why? Because they seem to pretend that they implement strict security but they allowed somebody to get my security pass without even asking that person for an ID to prove that he/she would be given a security pass.The guards said someone who claimed to be also from The Freeman uses my SP and he/she was with the group of Iste (also TF fotog). It was only then I realized it could be Ma’am Divine, who earlier sent me a message if I would go to Timex. But she did not say she would use my SP. If she did, I could have shunned from going there. So, I just asked where the site for the wastewater treatment because I’ll just proceed there. But they will not let me go! The (old) woman guard (who may be the chief of security of Timex) told me to stay until they establish who used my SP. So there, I was held in the guard house for about 30 minutes….arrggghhh… I was blaming the guards. Lax in security, I told them. But the (old) woman guard was pleading because if I keep on, it would be discovered it’s their entire fault after all (hope they learn their lesson).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was only "rescued" when Bob (of PIA) came. He told the guards I am a reporter of TF and he knows me. Just few steps away, we saw Joy T. ("Lami jud ni siya duklon," I thought… I refuse to elaborate) coming bringing my SP. We went inside the establishment and went with the pack of reporters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arroyo arrived almost 4 p.m. he stayed in Timex just about 30 minutes then proceed to the inauguration of wastewater treatment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the rest was part of history….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way I came across Marc Nelson in Timex. I was going out of the building and he was going inside. We have contact… eye to eye…hehehehe. He smiled but I just looked at him. "Aba, isnabera…" he might have thought. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16244642-112572550143303929?l=wennadcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/feeds/112572550143303929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16244642&amp;postID=112572550143303929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/112572550143303929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/112572550143303929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-am-impostor.html' title='i am an impostor'/><author><name>wengkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14188495292374345145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/S5DnwN9mpFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-cK8F3zO8c4/S220/wengkat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16244642.post-112572594629860489</id><published>2005-07-26T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T22:39:06.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>modern love letter</title><content type='html'>MODERN LOVE LETTER&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;Dearest Samantha,&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;I am very happy to inform you that I have fallen in&gt; &gt;love with you since Tuesday, the 17th of August 2001.&gt; &gt;With reference to the meeting held between us on the&gt; &gt;17th of August 2001 at 1500 hours, I would like to&gt; &gt;present myself as a prospective lover. Our love affair&gt; &gt;would be on probation for a period of no less than&gt; &gt;three months and depending on compatibility, would be&gt; &gt;made permanent.&gt; &gt;Of course, upon completion of probation, there will be&gt; &gt;continuous relationship training and relationship&gt; &gt;appraisal schemes leading up to promotion from lover&gt; &gt;to spouse. The expenses incurred for coffee and&gt; &gt;entertainment would initially be shared equally&gt; &gt;between us. Later, based on your performance, I might&gt; &gt;take up a larger share of the expenses. However I am&gt; &gt;broad-minded enough, to be taken care of, on your&gt; &gt;expense account.&gt; &gt;I request you to kindly respond within 30 days of&gt; &gt;receiving this letter, failing which, this offer would&gt; &gt;be canceled without further notice and I shall be&gt; &gt;considering someone else. I would be happy, if you&gt; &gt;could forward this letter to your sister, if you do&gt; &gt;not wish to take up this offer.&gt; &gt;Thanking you in anticipation.&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;Yours sincerely, Max&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;MODERN REPLY TO MODERN LOVE LETTER&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;Dear Max,&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;Please refer to your letter dated today. I am pleased&gt; &gt;to inform you that I hope to accept your proposal for&gt; &gt;romance.&gt; &gt;However, you should be informed that there are certain&gt; &gt;conditions of acceptance. Promotional prospects are to&gt; &gt;my satisfaction. However, please enlighten me as to&gt; &gt;your retirement benefits. Gratuity should be generous.&gt; &gt;I also need to be assured that there is sufficient&gt; &gt;security with regards to this commitment. If there is&gt; &gt;any chance at all of retrenchment or consequent&gt; &gt;disinterest on your part, then I should receive&gt; &gt;monetary compensation according to union standards.&gt; &gt;Due to the nature of my position, I am sure you will&gt; &gt;agree that an expense account should be arranged for&gt; &gt;my access in light of the 'VIP'. I shall be&gt; &gt;entertaining. In addition, housing and transport&gt; &gt;allowances should be in order and nothing less than a&gt; &gt;Jaguar is in order.&gt; &gt;Please also note that there should be no moonlighting&gt; &gt;restrictions placed on myself. If you are still&gt; &gt;interested in the relationship, please reply on an&gt; &gt;urgent basis as other prospective lovers have sent&gt; &gt;indications of interest.&gt; &gt;Please also note that my sister is happily employed.&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;Yours perhaps, Samantha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16244642-112572594629860489?l=wennadcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/feeds/112572594629860489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16244642&amp;postID=112572594629860489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/112572594629860489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/112572594629860489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/2005/07/modern-love-letter.html' title='modern love letter'/><author><name>wengkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14188495292374345145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/S5DnwN9mpFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-cK8F3zO8c4/S220/wengkat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16244642.post-112572587428974016</id><published>2005-07-26T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T22:37:54.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>have some laugh...</title><content type='html'>Pinoy wit is really extra-ordinary... whew! iba talaga ang Pinoy...&lt;br /&gt;please read if you want to have some good laugh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse Letters - Filipino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are excuse notes from parents (including&lt;br /&gt;original spelling) collected by schools from all over&lt;br /&gt;the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son is under a doctors care and should not take&lt;br /&gt;P.E. today. Please execute him.&lt;br /&gt;-hala! Sige. Silya elektrika at bitay. Sabay pa! O&lt;br /&gt;kaya niyo yun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please excuse Lisa for being absent. She was sick and&lt;br /&gt;I had her shot. -pag nag-absent pala papatayin ka&lt;br /&gt;..... siyet! Baka may rabies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear School: Please ekscuse John being absent on Jan.&lt;br /&gt;28, 29, 30, 31, 32, and also 33.&lt;br /&gt;- A grabe to. Nasa kalindaryo pa ang birthday ko&lt;br /&gt;kung ganon. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please excuse Gloria from Jim today. She is&lt;br /&gt;administrating. - ano daw????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please excuse Roland from P.E. for a few days.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday he fell out of a tree and misplaced his hip.&lt;br /&gt;-- hanapin natin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John has been absent because he had two teeth taken&lt;br /&gt;out of his face.&lt;br /&gt;-bwehehehe... la ako masabi... Bwahahaha! Ganito&lt;br /&gt;kasi yan. Kinagat siya ni Lola sa noo sa gigil. Tapos&lt;br /&gt;nabali yung ngipin ng pustiso niya. Hahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan could not come to school today because she has&lt;br /&gt;been bothered by very close veins. - Buti pa veins&lt;br /&gt;niya. Close sila. Hahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris will not be in school cus he has an acre in his&lt;br /&gt;side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please excuse Ray Friday from school. He has very&lt;br /&gt;loose vowels. -ah.....eh....i.....ow....u....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please excuse Pedro from being absent yesterday. He&lt;br /&gt;had&lt;br /&gt;(diahre)(dyrea)(direathe) the shits. [words in ()s&lt;br /&gt;were crossed out. -Sinabi na kasi LBM na lang e.&lt;br /&gt;Pasosyal pa kasi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irving was absent yesterday because he missed his&lt;br /&gt;bust.&lt;br /&gt;- So transsexual pala si Irving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept Billie home because she had to go Christmas&lt;br /&gt;shopping because I dont know what size she wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally wont be in school a week from Friday. We have to&lt;br /&gt;attend her funeral. - Ala e! Mabuhay ang Patay!!&lt;br /&gt;Mayroong Himala!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please excuse Jason for being absent yesterday. He had&lt;br /&gt;a cold and could not breed well. - stud service ba&lt;br /&gt;yung school nya? baka gremlins siya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gloria was absent yesterday as she was having a&lt;br /&gt;gangover. - Ay grabe! Iba na talaga ang mga kabataan&lt;br /&gt;ngayon. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maryann was absent December 11-16, because she had a&lt;br /&gt;fever, sore throat, headache and upset stomach. Her&lt;br /&gt;sister was also sick, fever and sore throat, her&lt;br /&gt;brother had a low grade fever and ached all over. I&lt;br /&gt;wasnt the best either, sore throat and fever. There&lt;br /&gt;must be something going around, her father even got&lt;br /&gt;hot last night. - hahaha, telenovela... bow.&lt;br /&gt;Makuwento siya ha... Kulang lang sa pansin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please excuse Jennifer for missing school yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;We forgot to get The Sunday paper off the porch, and&lt;br /&gt;when we found it Monday, we thought it was Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;- winner to!!!!!!!!!! Anggaling!!!! Puwede rin kaya&lt;br /&gt;sa office ito?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16244642-112572587428974016?l=wennadcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/feeds/112572587428974016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16244642&amp;postID=112572587428974016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/112572587428974016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16244642/posts/default/112572587428974016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wennadcat.blogspot.com/2005/07/have-some-laugh.html' title='have some laugh...'/><author><name>wengkat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14188495292374345145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aCGgMP4_Bs/S5DnwN9mpFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-cK8F3zO8c4/S220/wengkat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
