<?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-8070641815705844469</id><updated>2011-08-02T13:41:09.355-07:00</updated><category term='youth ministry'/><category term='new life'/><category term='Ojt'/><category term='relationship'/><category term='faith'/><category term='st.peter'/><category term='positive thinking'/><category term='love'/><category term='parish youth ministry'/><category term='God'/><category term='law of attraction'/><category term='success'/><title type='text'>I Blog therefore I am</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ann Rosselle Cortes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164746137908484879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IJ8LYBxeCcI/TbUf_plFfBI/AAAAAAAAAUY/lhdl9ommLFY/s220/188343_10150201777972786_818047785_9078849_8275604_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070641815705844469.post-6152252818912422472</id><published>2010-10-21T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T23:31:34.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>POSITIVE CREED</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Promise Yourself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;To be so strong that nothing can disturb your peace of mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;To talk health, happiness, and prosperity to every person you meet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;To make all your friends feel that there is something worthwhile in them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;To look at the sunny side of everything and make your optimism come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;To think only of the best, to work only for the best and to expect only the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;To be just as enthusiastic about the success of others as you are about your own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;To forget the mistakes of the past and press on to the greater achievements of the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;To wear a cheerful expression at all times and give a smile to every living creature you meet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;To give so much time to improving yourself that you have no time to criticize others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;To be too large for worry, too noble for anger, too strong for fear, and too happy to permit the presence of trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;To think well of yourself and to proclaim this fact to the world, not in loud word, but in great deeds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;To live in the faith that the whole world is on your side, so long as you are true to the best that is in you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Recite "The Optimist's Creed" Daily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I Promise Myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt; To be so strong that nothing can disturb &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; peace of mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt; To talk health, happiness, and prosperity to every person &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; meet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt; To make all &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; friends feel that there is something worthwhile in  them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt; To look at the sunny side of everything and make &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; optimism come  true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt; To think only of the best, to work only for the best and to expect only  the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt; To be just as enthusiastic about the success of others as &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; about  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt; To forget the mistakes of the past and press on to the greater  achievements of the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt; To wear a cheerful expression at all times and give a smile to every  living creature &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; meet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt; To give so much time to improving &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; have no time to  criticize others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt; To be too large for worry, too noble for anger, too strong for fear, and  too happy to permit the presence of trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt; To think well of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and to proclaim this fact to the world, not in  loud word, but in great deeds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt; To live in the faith that the whole world is on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; side, so long as &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; true to the best that is in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Affirmation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am so strong that nothing disturbs my peace of mind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I talk health, happiness, and prosperity to every person I meet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I make all my friends feel that there is something worthwhile in them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I look at the sunny side of everything and make my optimism come true.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think only of the best.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I work only for the best.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I expect only the best.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am enthusiastic about the success of others as I am about my own.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have forgotten the mistakes of the past and I press on to the greater achievements of the future.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wear a cheerful expression at all times and give a smile to every living creature I meet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I give so much time to improving myself that I have no time to criticize others.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am too large for worry, too noble for anger, too strong for fear, and too happy to permit the presence of trouble.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think well of myself and I proclaim this fact to the world in great deeds.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The whole world is on my side.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am true to the best that is in me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.feedburner.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/powered_by_fb.gif" alt="Powered by FeedBurner" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070641815705844469-6152252818912422472?l=purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6152252818912422472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070641815705844469&amp;postID=6152252818912422472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/6152252818912422472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/6152252818912422472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/2010/10/positive-creed.html' title='POSITIVE CREED'/><author><name>Ann Rosselle Cortes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164746137908484879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IJ8LYBxeCcI/TbUf_plFfBI/AAAAAAAAAUY/lhdl9ommLFY/s220/188343_10150201777972786_818047785_9078849_8275604_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070641815705844469.post-8637529293579396160</id><published>2010-09-22T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T20:21:15.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is beautiful =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;A lot has been happening. I'm loving everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;San Beda&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I-B&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Judge Diy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Atty. V&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tito Jap&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Padz&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Best&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;IBM&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Team Mates&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Recit&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;RPC&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;WYD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zbejtuh&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Diocese&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;PYM&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;FOG&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Love&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Love&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;More Love&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I never imagined LIFE can be this beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Thank you Jesus for making me happy. Thank you for making LIFE too beautiful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.feedburner.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/powered_by_fb.gif" alt="Powered by FeedBurner" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070641815705844469-8637529293579396160?l=purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8637529293579396160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070641815705844469&amp;postID=8637529293579396160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/8637529293579396160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/8637529293579396160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/2010/09/life-is-beautiful.html' title='Life is beautiful =)'/><author><name>Ann Rosselle Cortes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164746137908484879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IJ8LYBxeCcI/TbUf_plFfBI/AAAAAAAAAUY/lhdl9ommLFY/s220/188343_10150201777972786_818047785_9078849_8275604_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070641815705844469.post-2479686049368406507</id><published>2010-07-04T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T07:12:02.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Law School</title><content type='html'>Barely a month.&lt;br /&gt;Enrollment - God's grace.&lt;br /&gt;Working Class&lt;br /&gt;I-B&lt;br /&gt;Jen&lt;br /&gt;Classmates&lt;br /&gt;Judge Diy&lt;br /&gt;Atty. Raymundo, idol.&lt;br /&gt;Dean Ulan&lt;br /&gt;Sir Evert&lt;br /&gt;Fenna and KG&lt;br /&gt;Happy&lt;br /&gt;Books&lt;br /&gt;A lot.&lt;br /&gt;Revised Penal Code&lt;br /&gt;Constitution&lt;br /&gt;Cases&lt;br /&gt;Read&lt;br /&gt;Read&lt;br /&gt;Read&lt;br /&gt;Recit short for recitation&lt;br /&gt;Terrorism grande.&lt;br /&gt;Lowbatt&lt;br /&gt;Recharge&lt;br /&gt;Happy&lt;br /&gt;Happy&lt;br /&gt;Happy&lt;br /&gt;Miss my friends&lt;br /&gt;Miss my friends&lt;br /&gt;Miss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.feedburner.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/powered_by_fb.gif" alt="Powered by FeedBurner" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070641815705844469-2479686049368406507?l=purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2479686049368406507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070641815705844469&amp;postID=2479686049368406507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/2479686049368406507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/2479686049368406507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/2010/07/law-school.html' title='Law School'/><author><name>Ann Rosselle Cortes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164746137908484879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IJ8LYBxeCcI/TbUf_plFfBI/AAAAAAAAAUY/lhdl9ommLFY/s220/188343_10150201777972786_818047785_9078849_8275604_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070641815705844469.post-6836214205556565694</id><published>2009-12-31T22:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T23:41:20.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kudos to PYM!=)</title><content type='html'>St. Peter Parish - Parish Youth Ministry. Para tayong tumatakbo noh? Para tayong sumali ng marathon at tumatakbo. Ang pagkakaiba nga lang, tayo ay hindi nag-unahan, bagkus, sabay sabay na tumatakbo. May ilan ilan na sa ating pagtakbo ay napagod at tumigil na. Ang iba naman ay tumigil upang uminom ng tubig, ngunit tumakbo ulet. Ang iba naman walang pagod na sa kabila ng tagaktak ng pawis, eh patuloy ang pagtakbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para din tayong sumakay ng roller coaster. Sa una, tinatanaw pa lang ang amusement park. Pinapanood bawat isa na nakasakay na. Dahil nakitang masaya, bumili ng ticket at pumila. Kahit gaano kahaba ang pila tiniis para sa pagkakataong makasakay. Matiyagang inantay ang pagkakataon at nang makababa na ang iba, sumigaw ng 'yes, ako naman.' Habang isa isang sumasakay ang iba, hindi mo alam ang iyong mararamdaman. Naeexcite, natatakot, natutuwa. Naghahanda na ng isisigaw. Pagkasakay ay iba't ibang emosyon ang naramdaman. Wala naman nagsabi ng 'ready, set, go!' Sadyang ginulat ka sa bawat pagandar nito. Walang senyas o kahit ano. Sadyang gugulatin ka. So eto ka, nagulat, sumigaw, natuwa, naging proud. Sa wakas, nakasakay ka na ng roller coaster. Tumaas, bumaba, naiyak,  nasuka. Ayon, isang roller coaster na masaya naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagay talaga ang 'kalakbay' na salita para sa bawat isa. Dati nagtataka ako bakit kalakbay ang tawag. Naisip ko pa nga na napaka-corny naman. Pero hindi e. Yuon pala ang swak na salita upang gamitin para i-describe ang bawat isa. Sabi nga ni Pia Montalban, walang nahuhuli at nauuna. Sabay sabay lang tayo. Sinabi pa niya na kahit mas matanda ang isa kaysa isa, pareho tayong natututo sa bawat isa. Dagdag pa rito ay ang mentalidad na ang pagpapalit ng namumuno ay hindi dahil walang saysay ang nasa posisyon bagkus dahil namunga na. Napagandang pagmulatan ng lakas ng loob. Ang karunungan sa likod ng mga salita na ang tunay na pamumuno ay nasa likod ng paglilingkod at pagpapakumbaba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isang Pagkakataon para bigyan ng paggalang ang mga dating Youth coordinator tulad nila Diane Monsada, Jeori Fontanilla, at Eden Benitez - sa inyo na pinaghugutan namin ng lakas ng loob, inspirasyon, at karunungan. Isang malaking paggalang sa ilang taon na paghahanda ng daan para sa mga kabataan ng susunod na henerasyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isang pagkakataon din upang bigyan ng pagpupugay ang mga susunod na mga youth coordinator. Sa inyo na handang magtaya ng buhay para sa kinabukasan ng bawat kabataan. Sa inyo na maglilingkod. Sa inyo na isasangtabi ang bawat pangarap para sa ikabubuti ng nakararami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadyang walang katapusan ang pahayag na ito. Patuloy ang paglalakbay...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.feedburner.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/powered_by_fb.gif" alt="Powered by FeedBurner" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070641815705844469-6836214205556565694?l=purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6836214205556565694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070641815705844469&amp;postID=6836214205556565694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/6836214205556565694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/6836214205556565694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/kudos-to-pym.html' title='Kudos to PYM!=)'/><author><name>Ann Rosselle Cortes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164746137908484879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IJ8LYBxeCcI/TbUf_plFfBI/AAAAAAAAAUY/lhdl9ommLFY/s220/188343_10150201777972786_818047785_9078849_8275604_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070641815705844469.post-5515591105005524439</id><published>2009-04-12T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T10:08:37.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PYC Regular Meetings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Regular Meetings:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1st Saturday&lt;/span&gt;-Regular Business Meeting (facilitator: rotation of Core Leaders)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Every Sunday&lt;/span&gt;-Youth Mass (Facilitator: rotation according to kawan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Every Third Saturday&lt;/span&gt;-Core Leader's Cell Group (Facilitator: rotation of Core Leaders)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Last Saturday every 3 months&lt;/span&gt;-Quarterly Evaluation (Facilitator: rotation of kawan youth heads)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.feedburner.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/powered_by_fb.gif" alt="Powered by FeedBurner" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070641815705844469-5515591105005524439?l=purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IJ8LYBxeCcI/TbUf_plFfBI/AAAAAAAAAUY/lhdl9ommLFY/s220/188343_10150201777972786_818047785_9078849_8275604_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070641815705844469.post-4880379185395373885</id><published>2009-04-12T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T10:02:38.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cell Group system in the Youth Ministry</title><content type='html'>i'm thinking of doing the cellgroup system in the Youth Ministry of SPP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Core group is composed of 21 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will probably hold a cell grouping for the CORE Leaders:&lt;br /&gt;Liza, Marlyn, Marge, Rony, Annalyn, Dan, Cherry, Cat, Liette or whoever seats as the documentation head, Regina, May or whoever seats as the Area Coordinator.&lt;br /&gt;These are about a group of 10 people.&lt;br /&gt;This will be help one a month.&lt;br /&gt;I'll choose a comfortable schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;System: Welcome |ice breaker question|, Worship |one prayer and song|, Work |how to improve youth ministry|, Word |reading for the day|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liza could handle the cell group for the youth heads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The youth heads duplicates the system with their Kawan youth members&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The committee heads duplicates the same system with their committee members&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be the 'alaga' system of the group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This way, coordinating won't be hard for all of us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.feedburner.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/powered_by_fb.gif" alt="Powered by FeedBurner" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070641815705844469-4880379185395373885?l=purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' 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height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IJ8LYBxeCcI/TbUf_plFfBI/AAAAAAAAAUY/lhdl9ommLFY/s220/188343_10150201777972786_818047785_9078849_8275604_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070641815705844469.post-8843489956882872058</id><published>2009-04-12T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T09:43:52.995-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parish youth ministry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='st.peter'/><title type='text'>My Blank Canvas (Inspired By Jen Soriano and Doug Fields)</title><content type='html'>When I started my Parish Youth Ministry journey, I brought with me a blank canvas.&lt;br /&gt;It was early in June that I started bringing this blank canvas to St. Peter Parish.&lt;br /&gt;A very intriguing text from Fr. Tony regarding an emergency meeting with him.&lt;br /&gt;Fr. Tony asking me if I am willing to be St. Peter's Youth Coordinator.&lt;br /&gt;June, first week, meeting with PYM, elected Youth Coordinator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I noticed by blank canvas has a little sprinkle of yellow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It was a blank canvas, why does it have a sprinkle of yellow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I put a name tag on it so people will know that it is mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I even put my kawan's name 'Old Balara' on it for distinction. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st Meeting agreed about the concert.&lt;br /&gt;SPP delegation to Australia.&lt;br /&gt;Came August, cramming for the concert.&lt;br /&gt;Practices-Meetings-Practices-Meetings.&lt;br /&gt;Practices-Teambuildings-Solicitations-Tickets-Tarps-50-500-1000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where is my blank canvas?&lt;br /&gt;I cannot see it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to look for it everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;No one knows where it is.&lt;br /&gt;I asked Liza, "where is my canvas?"&lt;br /&gt;There it is, she said.&lt;br /&gt;But this is not mine, it has my name on it but my kawan's name 'Old Balara' is not on it anymore. It has a lot of sprinkles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Concert success.&lt;br /&gt;Parish Youth United.&lt;br /&gt;Team buildings&lt;br /&gt;Leadership Trainings&lt;br /&gt;Plannings.&lt;br /&gt;Plannings.&lt;br /&gt;Budgeting.&lt;br /&gt;Panunuluyan.&lt;br /&gt;Medical Missions.&lt;br /&gt;Gift givings.&lt;br /&gt;Alay Pasko kay lolo at lola.&lt;br /&gt;Alay Pasko sa mga bata.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Youth Tasking Day.&lt;br /&gt;Parish Youth Day.&lt;br /&gt;Skills Training.&lt;br /&gt;Cultural Show.&lt;br /&gt;Stations of the Cross.&lt;br /&gt;Ushering activities.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Meetings-Fellowships&lt;br /&gt;With all I am-Heart of Worship&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly noticed that my blank canvas isn't blank anymore.&lt;br /&gt;It has many colors on it.&lt;br /&gt;Black, white, rainbow.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't put color on it alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Liza: I'll sprinkle it with my listening ears and wisdom to share.&lt;br /&gt;Regina: I made fun and uplifting strokes.&lt;br /&gt;Marge: I'll just back you up all through the way&lt;br /&gt;Rony: I'll decorate it with some cheers&lt;br /&gt;Shernan: I'll put laughter on it&lt;br /&gt;Marlyn: I'll share my dancing and singing skills&lt;br /&gt;Diane: I'll put good ideas on it&lt;br /&gt;Cat: Can I decorate it with smiles and a helping hand?&lt;br /&gt;Sarah: I am here, what can I do?&lt;br /&gt;Lala: I'll follow whatever you guys will do&lt;br /&gt;Rose Ann: I can sing...&lt;br /&gt;Ma. Anne: I can sing and dance too!&lt;br /&gt;Liette: I can also share my talents.&lt;br /&gt;Anthony: haha... I have with me my Feria team to back you up!&lt;br /&gt;Thea: I can help!&lt;br /&gt;Jollibee: me too!!!&lt;br /&gt;May: What else can I do?&lt;br /&gt;Lloyd: I'll put some prayer strokes on it!&lt;br /&gt;Cherry: I'll draw some smiles too!&lt;br /&gt;Marga: Oh, me too!&lt;br /&gt;Chito: Here's a dance for you guys!&lt;br /&gt;Gerry: I may be quiet, but I'm here to cheer!&lt;br /&gt;Jayson: hahaha... I'll put some laughter too!&lt;br /&gt;Jeane: I'll paint it together with other youth volunteers from Sto. Nino!&lt;br /&gt;Maki: I have Dupax boys to back you up!&lt;br /&gt;Fr. Tony: God is always with us in every step of the way, we can do this! We can serve him and be of help to our fellow men! Come, paint this beautiful masterpiece with us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God: Now, my masterpiece is not yet done. Come join and let me finish it with LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We are calling you to be a YOUTH VOLUNTEER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.feedburner.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/powered_by_fb.gif" alt="Powered by FeedBurner" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070641815705844469-8843489956882872058?l=purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8843489956882872058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070641815705844469&amp;postID=8843489956882872058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/8843489956882872058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/8843489956882872058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-blank-canvas-inspired-by-jen-soriano.html' title='My Blank Canvas (Inspired By Jen Soriano and Doug Fields)'/><author><name>Ann Rosselle Cortes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164746137908484879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IJ8LYBxeCcI/TbUf_plFfBI/AAAAAAAAAUY/lhdl9ommLFY/s220/188343_10150201777972786_818047785_9078849_8275604_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070641815705844469.post-9214561032170063089</id><published>2009-04-12T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T09:08:34.435-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youth ministry'/><title type='text'>Ten things a great small group leader does for the youth ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Copied from &lt;a href="http://www.youthministry.com/?q=node/4977"&gt;Dough Fields&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten things a great small group leader does for youth... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Another caring adult is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cheering&lt;/span&gt; them on. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Encouragement to grow&lt;/span&gt; spiritually on their own. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Support&lt;/span&gt; during difficult times in their life. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Presence&lt;/span&gt; at their sporting events. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Someone who is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;excited to see them&lt;/span&gt; at church. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Someone they are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;excited to see &lt;/span&gt;when they arrive at church. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Someone who&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; leaves them voice messages &lt;/span&gt;"just because I was thinking of you." &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A caring adult who doesn't freak-out over bad grades--they're &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;capable of being neutral&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Someone who is a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"safe" person to talk to&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A person who is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tender, yet truthful &lt;/span&gt;when my kids need a little correcting. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.feedburner.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/powered_by_fb.gif" alt="Powered by FeedBurner" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070641815705844469-9214561032170063089?l=purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9214561032170063089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070641815705844469&amp;postID=9214561032170063089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/9214561032170063089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/9214561032170063089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/ten-things-great-small-group-leader.html' title='Ten things a great small group leader does for the youth ...'/><author><name>Ann Rosselle Cortes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164746137908484879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IJ8LYBxeCcI/TbUf_plFfBI/AAAAAAAAAUY/lhdl9ommLFY/s220/188343_10150201777972786_818047785_9078849_8275604_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070641815705844469.post-8952203739661822158</id><published>2008-04-25T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T19:40:42.301-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='law of attraction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='success'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Easter Sunday Reflection</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/SeACXKl_9PI/AAAAAAAAATw/rDEr4mZBzbw/s1600-h/ThePassion.Jesus.on.Cross.Antonello.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/SeACXKl_9PI/AAAAAAAAATw/rDEr4mZBzbw/s320/ThePassion.Jesus.on.Cross.Antonello.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323257356555908338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the third day, Jesus rose from the dead. I didn't imagine that I'll be able to put away my mask and reveal who truly I am. At different situations, I pretend to be somebody. I try to escape from the reality of who truly I am today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the fall of our business, I needed to adjust to a new lifestyle. I don't go home to a big house anymore. I don't have maids to do the chores for me or even get me a glass of water. I don't have people to run errands for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before, I used to be so proud of myself since I know that my dad is one of the richest in our clan and in the neighborhood. But after the bankruptcy, everybody witnessed how we went down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after all, that fall became my motivation to be a better person right now. That fall motivated me to study harder and be the best in every situation. That fall taught me to be a grateful person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be a brat. I had everything I wanted. I was never deprived of the things that I liked. I was used to instants --- because all i have to do is utter what i need and like a genie everything i wished for are all in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I miss the life that I used to live. Sometimes, I reminisce about those good times that I was on top. But being on top is nothing without God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I graduated from College and with this armor, I could battle through life's adversities. Amidst all, one thing will remain constant. There is a loving God who through all my ups and downs, never abandoned me and continues to love me despite everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May this Easter be a reminder for me to strive to be the best that I can be and live my life being a good example of God's love and providence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.feedburner.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/powered_by_fb.gif" alt="Powered by FeedBurner" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070641815705844469-8952203739661822158?l=purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8952203739661822158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070641815705844469&amp;postID=8952203739661822158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/8952203739661822158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/8952203739661822158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/easter-sunday-reflection.html' title='Easter Sunday Reflection'/><author><name>Ann Rosselle Cortes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164746137908484879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IJ8LYBxeCcI/TbUf_plFfBI/AAAAAAAAAUY/lhdl9ommLFY/s220/188343_10150201777972786_818047785_9078849_8275604_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/SeACXKl_9PI/AAAAAAAAATw/rDEr4mZBzbw/s72-c/ThePassion.Jesus.on.Cross.Antonello.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070641815705844469.post-3464595760030579949</id><published>2008-03-11T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T23:48:11.840-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='law of attraction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='positive thinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>10 Secrets to Fulfilling Relationships</title><content type='html'>10 Secrets to Fulfilling Relationships &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first secret? the power of THOUGHT.&lt;br /&gt;Love begins with our thoughts. We become what &lt;br /&gt;we think about. Loving thoughts create loving &lt;br /&gt;experiences and loving relationships. Affirmations &lt;br /&gt;can change our beliefs and thoughts about &lt;br /&gt;ourselves and others. If we want to love someone, &lt;br /&gt;we need to consider their needs and desires. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second secret? the power of GIVING.&lt;br /&gt;If you want to receive love, all you have to do is &lt;br /&gt;give it! The more love you give, the more you will &lt;br /&gt;receive. To love is to give of yourself, freely and &lt;br /&gt;unconditionally. Practice random acts of kindness. &lt;br /&gt;Before committing to a relationship, ask not what &lt;br /&gt;the other person will be able to give to you, but &lt;br /&gt;rather what will you be able to give them. The &lt;br /&gt;secret formula of a happy, lifelong, loving &lt;br /&gt;relationship is to always focus on what you can &lt;br /&gt;give instead of what you can take. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third secret? the power of RESPECT.&lt;br /&gt;You cannot love anyone or anything unless you &lt;br /&gt;first &lt;br /&gt;respect them. The first person you need to &lt;br /&gt;respect &lt;br /&gt;is yourself. To begin to gain self-respect ask &lt;br /&gt;yourself, "What do I respect about myself?" To &lt;br /&gt;gain respect for others, even those you may &lt;br /&gt;dislike, ask yourself "What do I respect about &lt;br /&gt;them?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fourth secret? the power of FRIENDSHIP.&lt;br /&gt;To find a true love, you must first find a true friend. &lt;br /&gt;Love does not consist of gazing into each other's &lt;br /&gt;eyes, but rather looking outward together in the &lt;br /&gt;same direction. To love someone completely you &lt;br /&gt;must love them for who they are, not what they &lt;br /&gt;look &lt;br /&gt;like. Friendship is the soil through which love's &lt;br /&gt;seeds grow. If you want to bring love into a &lt;br /&gt;relationship, you must first bring friendship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fifth secret? the power of LETTING GO.&lt;br /&gt;If you love something, let it free. If it comes back to &lt;br /&gt;you, it's yours; if it doesn't, it never was. Even in a &lt;br /&gt;loving relationship, people need their own space. &lt;br /&gt;If we want to learn to love, we must first learn to &lt;br /&gt;forgive and let go of past hurts and grievances. &lt;br /&gt;Love means letting go of our fears, prejudices, &lt;br /&gt;egos and conditions. "Today I let go of all my &lt;br /&gt;fears, the past has no power over me - today is &lt;br /&gt;the beginning of a new life." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sixth secret? the power of COMMUNICATION.&lt;br /&gt;When we learn to communicate openly and &lt;br /&gt;honestly, life changes. To love someone is to &lt;br /&gt;communicate with them. Let the people you love &lt;br /&gt;know that you love them and appreciate them. &lt;br /&gt;Never be afraid to say those three magic words: "I &lt;br /&gt;Love You." Never let an opportunity pass to praise &lt;br /&gt;someone. Always leave someone you love with a &lt;br /&gt;loving word - it could be the last time you see &lt;br /&gt;them! If you were about to die but could make &lt;br /&gt;telephone calls to the people you loved, who &lt;br /&gt;would &lt;br /&gt;you call, what would you say and ... why are you &lt;br /&gt;waiting? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seventh secret? the power of COMMITMENT.&lt;br /&gt;If you want to have love in abundance, you must &lt;br /&gt;be &lt;br /&gt;committed to it, and that commitment will be &lt;br /&gt;reflected in your thoughts and actions. &lt;br /&gt;Commitment is the true test of love. If you want to &lt;br /&gt;have loving relationships, you must be committed &lt;br /&gt;to loving relationships. When you are committed &lt;br /&gt;to &lt;br /&gt;someone or something, quitting is never an &lt;br /&gt;option. Commitment distinguishes a fragile &lt;br /&gt;relationship from a strong one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The eighth secret? the power of PASSION.&lt;br /&gt;Passion ignites love and keeps it alive. Lasting &lt;br /&gt;passion does not come through physical &lt;br /&gt;attraction &lt;br /&gt;alone, it comes from deep commitment, &lt;br /&gt;enthusiasm, interest and excitement. Passion can &lt;br /&gt;be recreated by recreating past experiences &lt;br /&gt;when &lt;br /&gt;you felt passionate. Spontaneity and surprises &lt;br /&gt;produce passion. The essence of love and &lt;br /&gt;happiness are the same; all we need to do is to &lt;br /&gt;live each day with passion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ninth secret? the power of TOUCH.&lt;br /&gt;Touch is one of the most powerful expressions of &lt;br /&gt;love, breaking down barriers and bonding &lt;br /&gt;relationships. Touch changes our physical and &lt;br /&gt;emotional states and makes us more receptive to &lt;br /&gt;love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tenth secret? the power of TRUST.&lt;br /&gt;Trust is essential in all loving relationships. &lt;br /&gt;Without it, one person becomes suspicious, &lt;br /&gt;anxious and fearful and the other person feels &lt;br /&gt;trapped and emotionally suffocated. You cannot &lt;br /&gt;love someone completely unless you trust them &lt;br /&gt;completely. Act as if your relationship with the &lt;br /&gt;person you love will never end. One of the ways &lt;br /&gt;you can tell whether a person is right for you is to &lt;br /&gt;ask yourself, "Do I trust them completely and &lt;br /&gt;unreservedly?" If the answer is "no", think carefully &lt;br /&gt;before making a commitment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.feedburner.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/powered_by_fb.gif" alt="Powered by FeedBurner" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070641815705844469-3464595760030579949?l=purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3464595760030579949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070641815705844469&amp;postID=3464595760030579949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/3464595760030579949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/3464595760030579949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/2008/03/10-secrets-to-fulfilling-relationships.html' title='10 Secrets to Fulfilling Relationships'/><author><name>Ann Rosselle Cortes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164746137908484879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IJ8LYBxeCcI/TbUf_plFfBI/AAAAAAAAAUY/lhdl9ommLFY/s220/188343_10150201777972786_818047785_9078849_8275604_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070641815705844469.post-7934898807228250799</id><published>2008-03-11T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T23:32:09.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>♥Thinking about being...♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://purplefreak.blogdrive.com/archive/23.html"&gt;Saturday, March 12, 2005&lt;br /&gt;Yep!&lt;br /&gt;Single!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥It's exactly three years since I wrote this blog post. For the record, I haven't been in love for a long time. Oh Come on! Alright.. I'm lying.. hahaha.. I've been in love a lot of times since then. Some say its not love but just infatuation. Whatever it is, I know myself better than they do. But I haven't been in a relationship for so long. I had my last relationship three years ago. Relationship? Yes... a real one. hahaha... Why a real one? Because I've been in not-that-real-relatiosnhips. hahaha.. It may be happy but its not fulfilling... (wag kang fulfilling)I'll be lying if I'll say that I don't long to be in a relatiosnhip. But, I'm willing to wait... wait for the right man to come along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, there's someone out there. But I don't know if he's real. I'll just wait for his move. Like what he said. :) Love is just around. I can feel it. Its just waiting for the right time. ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.feedburner.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/powered_by_fb.gif" alt="Powered by FeedBurner" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070641815705844469-7934898807228250799?l=purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7934898807228250799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070641815705844469&amp;postID=7934898807228250799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/7934898807228250799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/7934898807228250799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/2008/03/thinking-about-being.html' title='♥Thinking about being...♥'/><author><name>Ann Rosselle Cortes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164746137908484879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IJ8LYBxeCcI/TbUf_plFfBI/AAAAAAAAAUY/lhdl9ommLFY/s220/188343_10150201777972786_818047785_9078849_8275604_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070641815705844469.post-243584268291826731</id><published>2007-11-15T01:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T18:41:42.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss my IBM so much!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cess blogged about missing IBM... I miss IBM too!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;MY floor mates.... Trainees at the Recruitment Team&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;CAT "Hi this is Cat from IBM Business Servicess..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/RzwbijQvAeI/AAAAAAAAANo/FaQaM4Q_g4E/s1600-h/CIMG0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133007955690455522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/RzwbijQvAeI/AAAAAAAAANo/FaQaM4Q_g4E/s320/CIMG0006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;CESS "Hello, I'm looking for... &lt;this&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/RzwbFjQvAdI/AAAAAAAAANg/1vRWoerA5Fo/s1600-h/CIMG0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133007457474249170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/RzwbFjQvAdI/AAAAAAAAANg/1vRWoerA5Fo/s320/CIMG0005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/RzwbFjQvAdI/AAAAAAAAANg/1vRWoerA5Fo/s1600-h/CIMG0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;VAL Barney is looking with his oversize pants... joke..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/Rzwa3jQvAcI/AAAAAAAAANY/zFmf-UCQMxk/s1600-h/CIMG0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133007216956080578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/Rzwa3jQvAcI/AAAAAAAAANY/zFmf-UCQMxk/s320/CIMG0010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;I miss my other OJT mates...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/RzwdvjQvAgI/AAAAAAAAAN4/mULLxvgdzi0/s1600-h/DSC02506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133010378052010498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/RzwdvjQvAgI/AAAAAAAAAN4/mULLxvgdzi0/s320/DSC02506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hehe... to be continued..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.feedburner.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/powered_by_fb.gif" alt="Powered by FeedBurner" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070641815705844469-243584268291826731?l=purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/243584268291826731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070641815705844469&amp;postID=243584268291826731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/243584268291826731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/243584268291826731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-miss-my-ibm-so-much.html' title='I miss my IBM so much!!!'/><author><name>Ann Rosselle Cortes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164746137908484879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IJ8LYBxeCcI/TbUf_plFfBI/AAAAAAAAAUY/lhdl9ommLFY/s220/188343_10150201777972786_818047785_9078849_8275604_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/RzwbijQvAeI/AAAAAAAAANo/FaQaM4Q_g4E/s72-c/CIMG0006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070641815705844469.post-5181599178112772920</id><published>2007-11-15T01:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T18:52:09.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss my blog</title><content type='html'>It's been so long since I last visited my blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.feedburner.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/powered_by_fb.gif" alt="Powered by FeedBurner" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070641815705844469-5181599178112772920?l=purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5181599178112772920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070641815705844469&amp;postID=5181599178112772920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/5181599178112772920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/5181599178112772920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-miss-my-blog.html' title='I miss my blog'/><author><name>Ann Rosselle Cortes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164746137908484879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IJ8LYBxeCcI/TbUf_plFfBI/AAAAAAAAAUY/lhdl9ommLFY/s220/188343_10150201777972786_818047785_9078849_8275604_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070641815705844469.post-8960623316866536642</id><published>2007-11-15T01:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T01:32:01.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Frienster Profile</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w98.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w98.photobucket.com/albums/l280/purplefreakgirl_2006/1158841676.pbw" height="120" width="400" allowScriptAccess="never" allownetworking="internal"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Font Color="blue" Font Size=3 align="center"&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[purplefreakgirl♥] &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm addicted to the color purple.ever since i was in grade school i've been obssesed with purple things.i was a total purple endorser.you know what i mean! yup.wearing purple clothes, accesories, school things, etc.it all started when i had a good friend whose alias is viosmile. she is addicted to the color violet.back then we belong to 6- Lila.talking about it.our grade six sections influenced us a lot.ask a knoller! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;Font Color="blue" Font Size=3 align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I'm a minor no more♥]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being able to do stuffs you've never done before, legal for marriage, having suitors, having a boyfriend, being allowed to go on gimmicks, going home late without worrying about sermons, learning to be independent,and the like...but i choose not to rebel.. i'm way like 16...haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Font Color="blue" Font Size=3 align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[i love ♥ to eat]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to deprive myself just to please others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Font Color="blue" Font Size=3 align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[i'm living a clean life ♥]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't have any vice... i don't smoke weeds or cigars, i don't drink alcohol, i don't take drugs...but if you're into such things, i'm not saying you're living a dirty life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Font Color="blue" Font Size=3 align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[i love ♥ being a girl]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't it fun to be one? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Font Color="8A2BE2" Font Size=3 align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHECK THIS OUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p&gt; 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&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1989&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;An Early Start &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ford Modeling Agency signs on 3-year-old Lohan. She appears in more than 60 commercials, including spots for Pizza Hut, Wendy's and Jell-O, with Bill Cosby. She also models for Abercrombie &amp; Fitch Kids and Calvin Klein Kids. In 1996, she lands a TV role as Alli Fowler in the soap opera Another World and plays the character for a year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092131928034855634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px" height="180" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/RqrjAl_xStI/AAAAAAAAAMA/iprh7OLLhfA/s320/1.jpg" width="145" border="0" /&gt; 1998 &lt;strong&gt;Lindsay: Double-Time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;July 20&lt;br /&gt;Lohan plays identical twins Hallie and Annie in Disney's The Parent Trap, earning her a Young Actress Award for Best Leading Actress in a Feature Film. Director Nancy Meyers likens Lohan to a young Diane Keaton, an actress "gifted as a comedian but who doesn't know it." Lohan signs a three-movie contract with Disney. Next, she stars in Disney's Life Size with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.people.com/people/tyra_banks"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Tyra Banks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; and Get a Clue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;2002 &lt;strong&gt;January Teen&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/RqrjUV_xSuI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Ka27qwjKQgw/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092132267337272034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/RqrjUV_xSuI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Ka27qwjKQgw/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Queens Clash&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Lohan dates singer Aaron Carter, prompting reports of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.people.com/people/article/0,26334,627266,00.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;tension&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; between her and fellow teen queen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.people.com/people/hilary_duff"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;H&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.people.com/people/hilary_duff"&gt;ilary Duff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;, Carter's on-and-off again girlfriend who dated him prior to Lohan. Both actresses deny any beef, with Duff telling PEOPLE in 2005: "I have nothing to say about [the spat]. I don't even know her."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;September Becoming an Actress-Singer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Following her dream of becoming a singer, Lohan signs a five-album production deal with Grammy award-winning producer Emilio Estefan. Two years later, Lohan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.people.com/people/article/0,26334,662082,00.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;signs a recording contract&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; with Tommy Mottola's Casablanca Records. Mottola, who was the driving force behind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.people.com/people/mariah_carey"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mariah Carey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.people.com/people/jennifer_lopez"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Jennifer Lopez's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; music careers, says to PEOPLE, "She is like rapid-fire – really quick, really smart."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2002 &lt;strong&gt;August 04 Lohan Gets Freaky &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/Rqrjm1_xSvI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/NVyFQbqhem0/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092132585164851954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/Rqrjm1_xSvI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/NVyFQbqhem0/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;After a five-year delay, Freaky Friday with Lohan and Jamie Lee Curtis is released. Lohan plays a teen who switches bodies with her mom. She also contributes to the movie soundtrack. It rakes in more than $110 million and Lohan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.people.com/people/article/0,26334,637228,00.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;wins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; the MTV Movie Award for Best Breakthrough Female. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2004 &lt;strong&gt;April 19 Mean Girls&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/Rqry0l_xS3I/AAAAAAAAANQ/1cxNX47_uMo/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092149314062470002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/Rqry0l_xS3I/AAAAAAAAANQ/1cxNX47_uMo/s320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The high school flick Mean Girls starring Lohan and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.people.com/people/rachel_mcadams"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Rachel McAd&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.people.com/people/rachel_mcadams"&gt;ams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.people.com/people/article/0,26334,632284,00.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;scoops up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; $86 million at the box office. The film, written by 30 Rock and former SNL star Tina Fey, pushes Lohan into the spotlight and confirms her as a bankable star. PEOPLE names the stunning redhead in its 50 Most Beautiful issue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Lohan's 'First Love'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Lohan, 17, reveals to PEOPLE the reason why she's currently single: "It's because I'm 17 and I like 24-year-olds – and that's illegal." But, Lohan soon finds herself a dateable 24-year-old, stepping out with That '70s Show star Wilmer Valderrama. Lohan's mom, Dina, later calls Valderrama her daughter's "first love." In November, just weeks after Lohan makes a cameo appearance on Valderrama's That '70s Show, reps confirm the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.people.com/people/article/0,26334,781868,00.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;two have b&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.people.com/people/article/0,26334,781868,00.html"&gt;roken up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;. "It had to do with their careers," a friend of Valderrama's tells PEOPLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May 31 Blowing Up&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/RqrmdF_xSyI/AAAAAAAAAMo/LFyL8oGBADI/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092135716196010786" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" height="147" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/RqrmdF_xSyI/AAAAAAAAAMo/LFyL8oGBADI/s320/7.jpg" width="83" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Lohan's partying isn't the only tabloid-grabbing item; the teen star's curvier figure is also under the media's watch. Reports surface that Lohan has had breast implants. "It's retarded," says Lohan of the notion that she had plastic surgery. "I'm 17 years old. My mother would never let me." Still, the actress admits that she's flattered: "I'm glad people think I have a nice chest." When Lohan hosts Saturday Night Live for the first time that month (she hosts again in 2005 and 2006), she makes light of her suddenly large chest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;December &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/Rqrm9l_xSzI/AAAAAAAAAMw/eywawDfZ2ns/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092136274541759282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/Rqrm9l_xSzI/AAAAAAAAAMw/eywawDfZ2ns/s320/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;07 Singing Sensation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Lohan releases her first album, Speak, which goes platinum. Her single "Rumors," about a teen celebrity trying to keep her private life out of the spotlight, goes gold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092138593824099138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/RqrpEl_xS0I/AAAAAAAAAM4/be0TUYDgk4E/s320/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;2005 &lt;strong&gt;April The Incredible Shrinking Actress&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Lohan's noticeably thinner frame attracts press scrutiny, but she attributes her weight loss to a new workout regimen. "There's a lot of pressure [to be thin]," she tells Access Hollywood. In 2007, once her curvier figure returns, she tells Allure, "When I lost weight, everything reduced and changed. Then I gained weight again, and I was like, Wow, the breasts are really back."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May 07 Family Fr&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/RqrtY1_xS2I/AAAAAAAAANI/LrKVK5UewcU/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092143339762961250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/RqrtY1_xS2I/AAAAAAAAANI/LrKVK5UewcU/s320/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;iction&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Lohan's dad, Michael, is sentenced to a maximum of four years for a DUI and beating his brother-in-law. Five months later, Lohan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.people.com/people/article/0,26334,1126779,00.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;releases&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.people.com/people/article/0,26334,1126779,00.html"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.people.com/people/article/0,26334,1126779,00.html"&gt;a music video&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;, "Confessions of a Broken Heart (Daughter to Father)," which addresses her parents' volatile marriage and stars her 11-year-old sister Aliana. While in prison, Michael writes an open letter to the New York &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/RqrsyV_xS1I/AAAAAAAAANA/3xTPEUbcP9U/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daily News and includes a cartoon depicting his troubled relationship with Lohan. "Lindsay is a talented, loving, blessed and free-spirited person," Michael writes. "I believe nothing I read about her unless I hear it from Lindsay herself. And she's always been honest with me." He is released on March 13, 2007 after serving less than two years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;November My So-Called Boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Lohan and Jared Leto, her costar in the movie Chapter 27, are spotted together at various Hollywood hot spots. But Lohan denies any relationship, telling PEOPLE, "I focus on my career, not boys." In 2007, she reiterates her stance to Allure, "I never had a relationship with Jared. Swear to God, never did. Also, I never had a relationship with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.people.com/people/bruce_willis"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Bruce Willis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;. We're friends." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2006 January 04 Bulimia or Bull&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Lohan poses for the cover of Vanity Fair, which &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.people.com/people/article/0,26334,1145629,00.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;reports&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; that the actress has admitted to having bulimia and taking drugs in the past. Lohan refutes these claims, but the magazine stands by its report. Two days before the article comes out, Lohan is hospitalized in Miami for an asthma attack. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May 25 Paris, Lindsay Feud Over Man&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Lohan is spotted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.people.com/people/article/0,26334,1198120,00.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;smooching Stavros Niarchos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.people.com/people/paris_hilton"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Paris Hilton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;'s ex-boyfriend, at New York City hot spot Butter. The two are seen together over the next few days, and Hilton makes her dislike for former friend Lohan known by giggling as pal Brandon Davis badmouths Lohan in video footage captured by TMZ.com.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;July When Harry Met Lindsay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Lohan begins dating Harry Morton, owner of the restaurant chain Pink Taco and son of former Hard Rock Cafe chain owner Peter Morton. The two are inseparable, party-hopping and lounging at his Malibu pad, but after three months of dating, they &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.people.com/people/article/0,26334,1538390,00.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;take a break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;. A friend of Morton's tells PEOPLE that he is sick of her partying ways and that "she was too much drama."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;July 26 Professional Scolding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Lohan, who was previously &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.people.com/people/article/0,26334,734031,00.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;hospitalized for exhaustion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; in 2004, shutting down production of Herbie: Fully Loaded, is once again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.people.com/people/article/0,26334,1219436,00.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;briefly hospitalized&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; for exhaustion and dehydration, causing her to miss work on the set of Georgia Rule. The movie's producer, James G. Robinson, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.people.com/people/article/0,26334,1220230,00.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;sends her a memo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; that states, "We are well aware that your partying is the real reason for your so-called exhaustion." Lohan's mother Dina calls the letter's wording "ridiculous" on Access Hollywood, but Lohan returns to the set without incident.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;December 01 Alcoholics (Not So) Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Lohan's rep tells PEOPLE that the young starlet has been &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.people.com/people/article/0,26334,1565040,00.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;attending Alcoholics Anonymous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;. The confirmation comes a week after mom Dina answered yes when asked by E!'s Ryan Seacrest if her daughter was in AA. Both her rep and mother reaffirmed that this was a "positive" move on Lohan's behalf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2007 January 17 Lohan Goes to Rehab&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Lohan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.people.com/people/article/0,,20008812,00.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;checks into rehab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; at Wonderland Center in L.A., halting production on the thriller I Know Who Killed Me. "I have made a proactive decision to take care of my personal health," Lohan says in a statement. The busy actress also &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.people.com/people/article/0,,20010614,00.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;backs out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; of an upcoming movie in order to focus on her rehabilitation. Later that month, she returns to work on the I Know set, in which she &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.people.com/people/article/0,,20039330,00.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;plays a stripper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; tortured by a serial killer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May 10 Work &amp;amp; Play&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The night before the premiere of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.people.com/people/article/0,,20037695,00.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;her latest film&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;, Georgia Rule, starring Oscar-nominated actress Felicity Huffman and screen legend Jane Fonda, Lohan, 20, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.people.com/people/article/0,,20038429,00.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;steps out with new beau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;, British TV personality Calum Best, 26. That weekend, the new couple &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.people.com/people/article/0,,20038781,00.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;cozies up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; in the Bahamas and catch a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.people.com/people/janet_jackson"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Janet Jackson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; concert. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.people.com/people/article/0,,20038909,00.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Lohan tells PEOPLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;, "He's a nice guy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May 29 Lindsay Goes Back to Rehab&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Lohan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.people.com/people/article/0,,20040462,00.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;returns to rehab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;, spawning a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.people.com/people/article/0,,20040661_1,00.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;PEOPLE cover story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; chronicling her downfall. Three days earlier, she &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.people.com/people/article/0,,20040460,00.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;crashed her Mercedes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; and was cited for driving under the influence. Police found a substance tentatively identified as "a usable amount of cocaine" in connection with the accident. Britain's News of the World recently &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.people.com/people/article/0,,20038031,00.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;reported&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; that Lohan allegedly had a "marathon cocaine binge" after her first trip to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.people.com/people/article/0,,20009638,00.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;rehab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;July 19 Lohan Arrested for DUI – Again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Lohan is arrested on suspicion of drunk driving in Santa Monica, Calif. The 21-year-old, who had cocaine in her possession while &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.people.com/people/gallery/0,,20047554_2,00.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;wearing an alcohol detection anklet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;, is booked for DUI, possession of cocaine, transporting a narcotic into a custody facility and driving on a suspended license. The arrest comes 11 days after she &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.people.com/people/article/0,,20046349,00.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;completed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; a 45-day rehab stint, and five days after she &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.people.com/people/article/0,,20047146,00.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;surrendered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; and was formally booked on misdemeanor charges stemming from a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.people.com/people/article/0,,20040460,00.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;May car crash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.feedburner.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/powered_by_fb.gif" alt="Powered by FeedBurner" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070641815705844469-8116733862482947197?l=purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8116733862482947197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070641815705844469&amp;postID=8116733862482947197' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/8116733862482947197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/8116733862482947197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-happened-to-lindasy-lohan.html' title='What happened to Lindasy Lohan?'/><author><name>Ann Rosselle Cortes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164746137908484879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IJ8LYBxeCcI/TbUf_plFfBI/AAAAAAAAAUY/lhdl9ommLFY/s220/188343_10150201777972786_818047785_9078849_8275604_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/RqrjAl_xStI/AAAAAAAAAMA/iprh7OLLhfA/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070641815705844469.post-6427892512117808886</id><published>2007-07-24T19:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T19:05:31.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lindsay Lohan. What now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/Rqavz1_xSsI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0069XhYTqXw/s1600-h/lindsay_lohan1ALT_300_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/Rqavz1_xSsI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0069XhYTqXw/s320/lindsay_lohan1ALT_300_400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090949733991664322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/RqavuF_xSrI/AAAAAAAAALs/fa7bNpbmlhs/s1600-h/lindsay_lohan2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/RqavuF_xSrI/AAAAAAAAALs/fa7bNpbmlhs/s320/lindsay_lohan2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090949635207416498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less than two weeks out of rehab, Lindsay Lohan relapsed shortly before her arrest and is now "receiving medical care," her lawyer said Tuesday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Addiction is a terrible and vicious disease," attorney Blair Berk said in a statement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since leaving Promises rehab facility on July 13, Lohan has been wearing an electronic alcohol-monitoring bracelet on her ankle. She had it on even as she hit parties and nightclubs in Los Angeles and Las Vegas. However, police say the device did not play any role in notifying police that she was allegedly driving under the influence on Tuesday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Throughout this period, I have received timely and accurate reports from the testing companies," says Berk. "Unfortunately, late [Monday] I was informed that Lindsay had relapsed. The bracelet has now been removed. She is safe, out of custody and presently receiving medical care." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The actress, 21, was booked early Tuesday morning for DUI, possession of cocaine, transporting a narcotic into a custody facility and driving on a suspended license, according to Santa Monica police spokesman Lt. Alex Padilla. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officers smelled alcohol on Lohan's breath when they first arrived on the scene Tuesday. She refused to submit to a preliminary blood alcohol test, so she was arrested and taken to the local police station, added Padilla. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lohan's attorney posted the $25,000 bail required to have the actress released from jail at approximately 6:30 a.m. Her arraignment was set for Aug. 24. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached by PEOPLE, the star's father, Michael Lohan, said he's "heartbroken" by his daughter's arrest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.feedburner.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/powered_by_fb.gif" alt="Powered by FeedBurner" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070641815705844469-6427892512117808886?l=purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6427892512117808886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070641815705844469&amp;postID=6427892512117808886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/6427892512117808886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/6427892512117808886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/2007/07/lindsay-lohan-what-now.html' title='Lindsay Lohan. What now?'/><author><name>Ann Rosselle Cortes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164746137908484879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IJ8LYBxeCcI/TbUf_plFfBI/AAAAAAAAAUY/lhdl9ommLFY/s220/188343_10150201777972786_818047785_9078849_8275604_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/Rqavz1_xSsI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0069XhYTqXw/s72-c/lindsay_lohan1ALT_300_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070641815705844469.post-2736878741987713620</id><published>2007-07-19T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T18:34:13.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW YORK - Gisele Bundchen tops Forbes.com's list of the world's richest models, earning $33 million in the last 12 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/RqAQ7IdjAPI/AAAAAAAAALc/Z-bl94m0RMQ/s1600-h/458895725_fef156e746.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/RqAQ7IdjAPI/AAAAAAAAALc/Z-bl94m0RMQ/s320/458895725_fef156e746.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089086186998399218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Brazilian supermodel strutted past the likes of Kate Moss, who came in at No.2, and Heidi Klum, who placed third on the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bundchen, 26, parted ways with Victoria's Secret in May and will see her lucrative contract with the lingerie brand expire at the end of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, she boasts "more contracts than any other model on the planet," Forbes.com said, and has appeared in campaigns for high-end brands including Apple, Dolce &amp; Gabbana and Roberto Cavalli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moss, who recently launched a clothing line at British fashion retailer Topshop, ranks second with $9 million. The 33-year-old fashion icon is the new face of fashion label Stella McCartney and Italian sportswear company Belstaff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Klum, 34, placed third with $8 million. She is a Victoria's Secret spokesmodel and host of Bravo's "Project Runway."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two more Victoria's Secret beauties — Adriana Lima and Alessandra Ambrosio — rounded out the top five with $6 million each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were followed by Carolyn Murphy ($5 million); Natalia Vodianova ($4.5 million); Karolina Kurkova and Daria Werbowy (both $3.5 million); Gemma Ward ($3 million); Liya Kebede ($2.5 million); Hilary Rhoda and Shalom Harlow (both $2 million); and Doutzen Kroes and Jessica Stam (both $1.5 million).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In ranking these catwalkers, Forbes.com said editors also factored in a model's "relevancy" — determined by recent campaigns, fashion magazine covers and opinions of those in the fashion industry — where necessary. The list was posted Monday on the Web site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a complete version visit this &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20070718/ap_on_en_ot/forbes_top_models"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.feedburner.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/powered_by_fb.gif" alt="Powered by FeedBurner" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070641815705844469-2736878741987713620?l=purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2736878741987713620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070641815705844469&amp;postID=2736878741987713620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/2736878741987713620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/2736878741987713620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/2007/07/new-york-gisele-bundchen-tops.html' title='NEW YORK - Gisele Bundchen tops Forbes.com&apos;s list of the world&apos;s richest models, earning $33 million in the last 12 months'/><author><name>Ann Rosselle Cortes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164746137908484879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IJ8LYBxeCcI/TbUf_plFfBI/AAAAAAAAAUY/lhdl9ommLFY/s220/188343_10150201777972786_818047785_9078849_8275604_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/RqAQ7IdjAPI/AAAAAAAAALc/Z-bl94m0RMQ/s72-c/458895725_fef156e746.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070641815705844469.post-44711014760217559</id><published>2007-07-08T03:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T18:40:02.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog</title><content type='html'>Hi try to visit my new blog: &lt;a href="http://candidjocosity.blogspot.com"&gt;http://candidjocosity.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.feedburner.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/powered_by_fb.gif" alt="Powered by FeedBurner" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070641815705844469-44711014760217559?l=purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/44711014760217559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070641815705844469&amp;postID=44711014760217559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/44711014760217559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/44711014760217559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/2007/07/new-blog.html' title='New Blog'/><author><name>Ann Rosselle Cortes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164746137908484879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IJ8LYBxeCcI/TbUf_plFfBI/AAAAAAAAAUY/lhdl9ommLFY/s220/188343_10150201777972786_818047785_9078849_8275604_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070641815705844469.post-4743521088735272037</id><published>2007-05-15T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T03:12:31.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Your Sense of Humor?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/RkrZBxYHw8I/AAAAAAAAALE/nM6cygY30pM/s1600-h/rick_family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/RkrZBxYHw8I/AAAAAAAAALE/nM6cygY30pM/s320/rick_family.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065099355389150146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosselle, your sense of humor is Sarcasm Oh yeah, you're really funny. (Actually you are, but you're so sarcastic that it's hard to tell when you're joking.) You mean what you say, but almost never say exactly what you mean. In fact you usually say the exact opposite. For instance, if your friend is wearing an ugly watch, you might tell them, "I wanted a watch like that once, but I got the wrong Happy Meal." Yep, there's a slight edge to your humor, but all you are really doing is telling it like it is, only like it's not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you're roasting a friend or playing social critic, your deadpan delivery and dry cynicism go a long way to expressing your true feelings...and making people laugh along the way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://web.tickle.com/tests/humor/?c=42667&amp;test=humorogt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.feedburner.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/powered_by_fb.gif" alt="Powered by FeedBurner" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070641815705844469-4743521088735272037?l=purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4743521088735272037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070641815705844469&amp;postID=4743521088735272037' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/4743521088735272037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/4743521088735272037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/2007/05/whats-your-sense-of-humor.html' title='What&apos;s Your Sense of Humor?'/><author><name>Ann Rosselle Cortes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164746137908484879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IJ8LYBxeCcI/TbUf_plFfBI/AAAAAAAAAUY/lhdl9ommLFY/s220/188343_10150201777972786_818047785_9078849_8275604_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/RkrZBxYHw8I/AAAAAAAAALE/nM6cygY30pM/s72-c/rick_family.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070641815705844469.post-7847578829273696575</id><published>2007-05-15T03:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T03:11:32.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Kind of Girlfriend am I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/RkrYzRYHw7I/AAAAAAAAAK8/-t9N6NMY2Pw/s1600-h/27609072549823l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/RkrYzRYHw7I/AAAAAAAAAK8/-t9N6NMY2Pw/s320/27609072549823l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065099106281046962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosselle, you're a Steady Supporter Stand by your man — that's just something you naturally do. Once you've committed to a relationship, you are a constant companion who enjoys the comfort and stability that comes from being a couple. Not quick to judge, accuse, or think the worst, you have a lot of trust (in him and in yourself), and you rarely worry about where he is or who he's with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, mutual respect is of utmost importance. You are comfortable and confident in your own skin, making you a great pillar of strength in all your relationships. Whether he's striving to climb a mountain or land a promotion, you have his back. Best part is, you know he's got yours too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://web.tickle.com/tests/girlfriend/index.jsp&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.feedburner.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/powered_by_fb.gif" alt="Powered by FeedBurner" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070641815705844469-7847578829273696575?l=purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7847578829273696575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070641815705844469&amp;postID=7847578829273696575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/7847578829273696575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/7847578829273696575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-kind-of-girlfriend-am-i.html' title='What Kind of Girlfriend am I?'/><author><name>Ann Rosselle Cortes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164746137908484879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IJ8LYBxeCcI/TbUf_plFfBI/AAAAAAAAAUY/lhdl9ommLFY/s220/188343_10150201777972786_818047785_9078849_8275604_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/RkrYzRYHw7I/AAAAAAAAAK8/-t9N6NMY2Pw/s72-c/27609072549823l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070641815705844469.post-2813716233915897942</id><published>2007-05-15T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T03:44:14.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OJT thingy</title><content type='html'>Basically what do I do here at IBM?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con, the former ojt handed me over all of her works. Thank God, she wrote down some reminders for me to know everything that I am suppose to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I'm in charge of calling applicants for the pre-employment exam. From a bunch of resumes, I get one, screen it first, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if after graduation, work experience is beyond 18 months - considered Expro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if after graduation, work experience is below 18 months - considered Fresh Graduate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My task doesn't end there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the first few weeks, I call out Expros for their interviews.. I schedule them for my boss. Then at the end of the day I hand the list of the people I scheduled to my boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Multitasking1: I call out applicants for the pre-employment exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My spiel:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosel: Hi Good Morning! This is Rosel of IBM Business Services, I'm looking for &lt;br /&gt;________.&lt;br /&gt;Applicant: This is she.&lt;br /&gt;Rosel: Oh! Hi _________! I would like to ask if anybody from our company has contacted you before?&lt;br /&gt;Applicant: None &lt;br /&gt;Rosel: So are you still interested in pursuing your application here at IBS?&lt;br /&gt;Applicant: Yes..very much&lt;br /&gt;Rosel: So Can I invite for the pre-employment exam tom. at 10am, are you available?&lt;br /&gt;Applicant: Okay&lt;br /&gt;Rosel: Do you have  a pen and a paper so you can jot down the details?&lt;br /&gt;Applicant: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Rosel: Again, your examination is tomorrow at 10 am..Our office is located at the 7th floor 1800 bldg., eastwood city, libis. Don't forget to bring an updated copy of your resume and please look for Jenny Espinosa.Okay?&lt;br /&gt;Applicant: Okay&lt;br /&gt;Rosel: Do you have any questions?&lt;br /&gt;Applicant: None so far&lt;br /&gt;Rosel: Okay so we'll be expecting you tomorrow, okay?&lt;br /&gt;Applicant: Okay&lt;br /&gt;Rosel: Thank you and bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! Okay, sobrang narereverberate 'tong spiel ko. :) haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.feedburner.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/powered_by_fb.gif" alt="Powered by FeedBurner" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070641815705844469-2813716233915897942?l=purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2813716233915897942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070641815705844469&amp;postID=2813716233915897942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/2813716233915897942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/2813716233915897942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/2007/05/ojt-thingy.html' title='OJT thingy'/><author><name>Ann Rosselle Cortes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164746137908484879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IJ8LYBxeCcI/TbUf_plFfBI/AAAAAAAAAUY/lhdl9ommLFY/s220/188343_10150201777972786_818047785_9078849_8275604_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070641815705844469.post-3175054683021204032</id><published>2007-05-10T02:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T02:29:24.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice quote! Love Quote!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/RkLlzGsmQpI/AAAAAAAAAKs/r6BPA_JFwM8/s1600-h/leanne228.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/RkLlzGsmQpI/AAAAAAAAAKs/r6BPA_JFwM8/s320/leanne228.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062861597251617426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.feedburner.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/powered_by_fb.gif" alt="Powered by FeedBurner" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070641815705844469-3175054683021204032?l=purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3175054683021204032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070641815705844469&amp;postID=3175054683021204032' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/3175054683021204032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/3175054683021204032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/2007/05/nice-quote-love-quote.html' title='Nice quote! Love Quote!'/><author><name>Ann Rosselle Cortes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164746137908484879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IJ8LYBxeCcI/TbUf_plFfBI/AAAAAAAAAUY/lhdl9ommLFY/s220/188343_10150201777972786_818047785_9078849_8275604_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/RkLlzGsmQpI/AAAAAAAAAKs/r6BPA_JFwM8/s72-c/leanne228.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070641815705844469.post-5330512227427251635</id><published>2007-05-09T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T21:44:28.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>trip mode:) smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/RkKitWsmQoI/AAAAAAAAAKk/_yyFhYDIqbA/s1600-h/Litrato%25281265%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/RkKitWsmQoI/AAAAAAAAAKk/_yyFhYDIqbA/s320/Litrato%25281265%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062787831188308610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/RkKiF2smQnI/AAAAAAAAAKc/zMGrzDLSldo/s1600-h/Litrato%25281260%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/RkKiF2smQnI/AAAAAAAAAKc/zMGrzDLSldo/s320/Litrato%25281260%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062787152583475826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/RkKhu2smQmI/AAAAAAAAAKU/-SzOw6nJl3I/s1600-h/Litrato%25281259%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/RkKhu2smQmI/AAAAAAAAAKU/-SzOw6nJl3I/s320/Litrato%25281259%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062786757446484578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.feedburner.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/powered_by_fb.gif" alt="Powered by FeedBurner" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070641815705844469-5330512227427251635?l=purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5330512227427251635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070641815705844469&amp;postID=5330512227427251635' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/5330512227427251635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/5330512227427251635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/2007/05/trip-mode-smile.html' title='trip mode:) smile'/><author><name>Ann Rosselle Cortes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164746137908484879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IJ8LYBxeCcI/TbUf_plFfBI/AAAAAAAAAUY/lhdl9ommLFY/s220/188343_10150201777972786_818047785_9078849_8275604_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/RkKitWsmQoI/AAAAAAAAAKk/_yyFhYDIqbA/s72-c/Litrato%25281265%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070641815705844469.post-566978184852757358</id><published>2007-05-09T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T03:18:25.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer with Roxy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/RkraXhYHw-I/AAAAAAAAALU/JepVtpSfH1A/s1600-h/rosel2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/RkraXhYHw-I/AAAAAAAAALU/JepVtpSfH1A/s320/rosel2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065100828562932706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/RkKgqGsmQlI/AAAAAAAAAKM/6RBKfuq9RPQ/s1600-h/roxy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/RkKgqGsmQlI/AAAAAAAAAKM/6RBKfuq9RPQ/s320/roxy.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062785576330478162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dwrowning? Or just enjoying the water&lt;br /&gt;J-ann.paswimming ka naman!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.feedburner.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/powered_by_fb.gif" alt="Powered by FeedBurner" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070641815705844469-566978184852757358?l=purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/566978184852757358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070641815705844469&amp;postID=566978184852757358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/566978184852757358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/566978184852757358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/2007/05/summer-with-roxy.html' title='Summer with Roxy'/><author><name>Ann Rosselle Cortes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164746137908484879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IJ8LYBxeCcI/TbUf_plFfBI/AAAAAAAAAUY/lhdl9ommLFY/s220/188343_10150201777972786_818047785_9078849_8275604_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/RkraXhYHw-I/AAAAAAAAALU/JepVtpSfH1A/s72-c/rosel2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070641815705844469.post-5025701270970137274</id><published>2007-05-09T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T01:14:25.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogito Ergo Sum</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/RkGCh2smQkI/AAAAAAAAAKE/yxZnakHOv_A/s1600-h/blogshirt01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/RkGCh2smQkI/AAAAAAAAAKE/yxZnakHOv_A/s320/blogshirt01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062470974271013442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just happy to say that there are t-shirt for sale with the line "blogito ergo sum" meaning I blog therefore I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.feedburner.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/powered_by_fb.gif" alt="Powered by FeedBurner" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070641815705844469-5025701270970137274?l=purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5025701270970137274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070641815705844469&amp;postID=5025701270970137274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/5025701270970137274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/5025701270970137274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/2007/05/blogito-ergo-sum.html' title='Blogito Ergo Sum'/><author><name>Ann Rosselle Cortes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164746137908484879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IJ8LYBxeCcI/TbUf_plFfBI/AAAAAAAAAUY/lhdl9ommLFY/s220/188343_10150201777972786_818047785_9078849_8275604_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/RkGCh2smQkI/AAAAAAAAAKE/yxZnakHOv_A/s72-c/blogshirt01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070641815705844469.post-3063901758479125021</id><published>2007-05-03T02:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T03:09:55.694-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ojt'/><title type='text'>Lunch Time OJT Time Ha! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/RkrXaxYHw6I/AAAAAAAAAK0/oroVrWc1FVg/s1600-h/dlsu%2520days%2520013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/RkrXaxYHw6I/AAAAAAAAAK0/oroVrWc1FVg/s320/dlsu%2520days%2520013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065097585862624162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IBM is the ultimate place for me. I really enjoy my ojt here. Not just because of the free lunch during my first day at work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, talking about the free lunch, I didn't expect that there is a resto here at eastwood that is inexpensive. Frankly speaking, I thought that during my 200 hours stay here, I'll be eating Mc Donalds, Jollibee and KFC alternatley. Good thing, the old ojt's introduced me to the inexpensive resto Benissimo and the hepa lane which is along the bridge.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, cafe Benissimo being inexpensive. I am not that familiar with Benissimo. I often come to Eastwood but my friends and I often stay at Jack's Loft. If I'm with the family, we stay at Something Fishy especialld during breakfast time because we often take advantage of the eat all you can breakfast which is only for 80 pesos. But now, it has increased to 89.. It's actually without drinks. Ha! I'm advertising already. Anyway, I'll bet you'll enjoy it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Benissimo okay, lunch time meal costs 54.00. Okay, don't be shocked.. Calm down... Okay Breathe in Breathe out.. In hale Exhale.. It's not a typo error.. it's absolutely for real. and oh so yes, the lunch includes a glass of iced tead... The first time I ate there, the food was tinolang manok and bicol express you can choose between the two. Guess what I chose? tinolang manok.. sarap! and it comes with patis and sili (fish sauce and red pepper) grabe.. It feels like I'm still at home.. Lutong bahay indeed! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, where is it located... it's just inside eastwood.. it's for you to find out.. Hahahaha!!!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next issue: The other inexpensive resto or places to eat at eastwood... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abangan!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.feedburner.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/powered_by_fb.gif" alt="Powered by FeedBurner" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070641815705844469-3063901758479125021?l=purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3063901758479125021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070641815705844469&amp;postID=3063901758479125021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/3063901758479125021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/3063901758479125021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/2007/05/lunch-time-ojt-time-ha.html' title='Lunch Time OJT Time Ha! :)'/><author><name>Ann Rosselle Cortes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164746137908484879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IJ8LYBxeCcI/TbUf_plFfBI/AAAAAAAAAUY/lhdl9ommLFY/s220/188343_10150201777972786_818047785_9078849_8275604_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/RkrXaxYHw6I/AAAAAAAAAK0/oroVrWc1FVg/s72-c/dlsu%2520days%2520013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070641815705844469.post-2520892379322717521</id><published>2007-04-14T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T02:51:40.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OJT - 1st day</title><content type='html'>Okay... before i start it all... the over all feeling is overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To begin with Tuesday, April 3, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received an anonymous call.... but I wasn't able to answer it. Call time:7:40PM&lt;br /&gt;Could it be IBM? I assume... I saved the number and named it IBM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came Wednesday, April 4, 2007&lt;br /&gt;I called IBM to follow up my application for OJT (On-the-job-training). What happened? I spoke to a girl and she told me that she'll check my status and call me back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day&lt;br /&gt; I wasn't expecting a call. Absolutely because it's Holy Thursday - and obviously it's a holiday - meaning all the offices are close. So, I told myself that I'll be waiting until next week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came Monday, another national holiday in the Philippines. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came Tuesday, I decided to follow-up again. I dialled the seven digit number and I pressed O to be able to talk to the operator. I told her that I am an OJT applicant. She transferred the call.. and poof! After, a few seconds, I spoke to a girl and gave her my name and my school. She then transferred me to CJ. When I spoke to CJ, He told me that he'll check my status and call me back.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the night at around 7PM, my phone was ringing.... tenenenten ten ten....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IBM calling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the mysterious caller again... Could it be true... my assumption?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the voice said.. He's from IBM... So he asked me several questions... &lt;br /&gt;What's your course? &lt;br /&gt;&gt;I replied, BS BUSIness Ad major in E-Commerce. &lt;br /&gt;So what job do you want? &lt;br /&gt;&gt;I said, OJT sir.&lt;br /&gt;He said, no what department would you like? &lt;br /&gt;&gt;I said, IT sir. &lt;br /&gt;He said, what do you do with your course...&lt;br /&gt;&gt;I said, I know adobe photoshop, gimp photoshop, audacity sound editor, html basics...&lt;br /&gt;What else?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Accounting subjects, BOM and other courses related to that..&lt;br /&gt;He said, when can you start?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;I said, tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;So he gave me the details...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came wednesday.. I went there and I was expecting an interview...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I entered 30 minutes earlier.... I was about to meet the very know/popular/Is he a boy or a girl   Christian JOY.... So...... He went out he got my resume and after 30 minutes he asked me to follow him... in a room... very cold room... and he asked me to sign the contract... &lt;strong&gt;He's a girl&lt;/strong&gt;... hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there... to be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.feedburner.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/powered_by_fb.gif" alt="Powered by FeedBurner" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070641815705844469-2520892379322717521?l=purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2520892379322717521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070641815705844469&amp;postID=2520892379322717521' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/2520892379322717521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/2520892379322717521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/2007/04/ojt-1st-day.html' title='OJT - 1st day'/><author><name>Ann Rosselle Cortes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164746137908484879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IJ8LYBxeCcI/TbUf_plFfBI/AAAAAAAAAUY/lhdl9ommLFY/s220/188343_10150201777972786_818047785_9078849_8275604_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070641815705844469.post-2805027739808547816</id><published>2007-03-14T02:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T02:44:44.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Butterfly Kisses</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qgZftrobqlg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qgZftrobqlg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's two things I know for sure&lt;br /&gt;She was sent here from heaven, and she's Daddy's little girl.&lt;br /&gt;As I drop to my knees by her bed at night&lt;br /&gt;She talks to Jesus and I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And I thank God for all of the joy in my life, oh but most of all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For butterfly kisses after bedtime prayer&lt;br /&gt;Sticking little white flowers all up in her hair&lt;br /&gt;Walk beside the pony Daddy, it's my first ride&lt;br /&gt;I know the cake looks funny Daddy, but I sure tried&lt;br /&gt;Oh with all that I've done wrong, I must of done something right&lt;br /&gt;To deserve a hug every morning, and butterfly kisses at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet sixteen today&lt;br /&gt;She's looking like her Mama, a little more everyday.&lt;br /&gt;One part woman, the other part girl&lt;br /&gt;To perfume and makeup, from ribbons and curls.&lt;br /&gt;Trying her wings out in a great big world, but I remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butterfly kisses after bedtime prayer&lt;br /&gt;Sticking little white flowers all up in her hair.&lt;br /&gt;You know how much I love you Daddy, but if you don't mind&lt;br /&gt;I'm only gonna kiss you on the cheek this time.&lt;br /&gt;With all that I've done wrong, I must of done something right&lt;br /&gt;To deserve her love every morning, and butterfly kisses at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the precious time, oh, like the wind the years go by.&lt;br /&gt;Precious butterfly, spread your wings and fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'll change her name today, she'll make a promise, and I'll give her away.&lt;br /&gt;Standing in the bridegroom just staring at her&lt;br /&gt;She asks me what I'm thinking, and I said I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;I just feel like I'm losing my baby girl, and she leaned over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gave me butterfly kisses with her Mama there&lt;br /&gt;Sticking little white flowers all up in her hair.&lt;br /&gt;Walk me down the aisle Daddy, it's just about time.&lt;br /&gt;Does my wedding gown look pretty Daddy? Daddy, don't cry.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, with all that I've done wrong, I must of done something right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To deserve her love every morning, and butterfly kisses,&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't ask God for more, than this is what love is.&lt;br /&gt;I know I gotta let her go, but I'll always remember...&lt;br /&gt;Every hug in the morning, and butterfly kisses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Touching...very&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.feedburner.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/powered_by_fb.gif" alt="Powered by FeedBurner" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070641815705844469-2805027739808547816?l=purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2805027739808547816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070641815705844469&amp;postID=2805027739808547816' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/2805027739808547816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/2805027739808547816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/2007/03/butterfly-kisses.html' title='Butterfly Kisses'/><author><name>Ann Rosselle Cortes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164746137908484879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IJ8LYBxeCcI/TbUf_plFfBI/AAAAAAAAAUY/lhdl9ommLFY/s220/188343_10150201777972786_818047785_9078849_8275604_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070641815705844469.post-3885446854970776073</id><published>2007-03-14T02:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T02:32:21.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy's Little Girl</title><content type='html'>I dedicate this to all the girls out there... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_J04ohYZPIc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_J04ohYZPIc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/RffArx5eQuI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/qBUVrZDoLp8/s1600-h/papa-top.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/RffArx5eQuI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/qBUVrZDoLp8/s320/papa-top.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041710166225863394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out this &lt;a href="http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2007/03/real-bad-news.html"&gt;entry&lt;/a&gt; at J-ann's blog. I'm really sad about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy take me with you&lt;br /&gt;I promise I'll be good&lt;br /&gt;Daddy, this is next time&lt;br /&gt;And momma said I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in the front seat riding down town&lt;br /&gt;An ice cream cone&lt;br /&gt;I'd wrap him around my little finger&lt;br /&gt;Tighter then my baby could&lt;br /&gt;You can make a tear go a long long way &lt;br /&gt;When you're daddy's little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well he tightened my bike chain from 7 to 13&lt;br /&gt;Taught me to drive when I was a wild thing&lt;br /&gt;Reached and he prayed while I made some mistakes&lt;br /&gt;That I wouldn't have made if I'd have done it his way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now he hugs me when he sees me&lt;br /&gt;We talk about the past&lt;br /&gt;He tries to give me money&lt;br /&gt;And I try and give it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a book of advice&lt;br /&gt;More then I need&lt;br /&gt;The look in his eyes is saying to me&lt;br /&gt;Let me help you all I can&lt;br /&gt;While I'm still in this world&lt;br /&gt;What will you do when you're daddy's gone&lt;br /&gt;And you're daddy's little girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.feedburner.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/powered_by_fb.gif" alt="Powered by FeedBurner" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070641815705844469-3885446854970776073?l=purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3885446854970776073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070641815705844469&amp;postID=3885446854970776073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070641815705844469.post-2669826424769220343</id><published>2007-03-14T01:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T01:41:18.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Sick Comparison</title><content type='html'>So Sick (Female Version)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gotta change the station that i have&lt;br /&gt;cause all i hear is you&lt;br /&gt;it jus keeps reminding me&lt;br /&gt;of all the thingz we used to do&lt;br /&gt;and i know that i should turn&lt;br /&gt;off the radio&lt;br /&gt;but it's the only place i hear your voice anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(it'z rediculous)&lt;br /&gt;it'z been months since I've spoken to u&lt;br /&gt;(you aint keep in touch)&lt;br /&gt;dont know why it came to this no&lt;br /&gt;(but enough is enough)&lt;br /&gt;no more walkin round wit ma head down&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna be a fool&lt;br /&gt;cryin over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;if your so sick of love songs&lt;br /&gt;so tired of tears&lt;br /&gt;you said you loved me&lt;br /&gt;why aint you here?&lt;br /&gt;im so sick of your love songs&lt;br /&gt;so sad and slow&lt;br /&gt;but i just cant turn off the radio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta fix that calendar i have&lt;br /&gt;that'z marked july 16th&lt;br /&gt;cause it seemz like you forgot&lt;br /&gt;that waz our annaversary&lt;br /&gt;when i heard your song it&lt;br /&gt;made it hard to erase your memory&lt;br /&gt;now when i heard ur songs i noe it's best for me&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe that your&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sick of love songs&lt;br /&gt;so tired of tears&lt;br /&gt;you said u loved me&lt;br /&gt;why aint you here?&lt;br /&gt;im so sick of your love songs&lt;br /&gt;so sad and slow&lt;br /&gt;but i just cant turn off the radio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oOh&lt;br /&gt;(now that im gone)&lt;br /&gt;now that im gone&lt;br /&gt;(i wanna be left alone)&lt;br /&gt;Ooh&lt;br /&gt;and everytime i see your smile&lt;br /&gt;it'z lookin at our child&lt;br /&gt;you shood noe&lt;br /&gt;Ooh y cant you move on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;if your so sick of love songs&lt;br /&gt;so tired of tears&lt;br /&gt;you said u loved me&lt;br /&gt;why aint you here?&lt;br /&gt;im so sick of your love songs&lt;br /&gt;so sad and slow&lt;br /&gt;but i just cant turn off the radio&lt;br /&gt;(i just cant turn off the radio)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if your so sick of love songz (so sick of love songz)&lt;br /&gt;so tired of tears (so tired of tears)&lt;br /&gt;you said u loved me&lt;br /&gt;why aint you here (yeaaaah) (y aint you here???)&lt;br /&gt;im so sick of your love songz&lt;br /&gt;so sad and slo (oo oh)&lt;br /&gt;but i just cant turn off the radio&lt;br /&gt;(i just cant turn off the radio)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;if your so sick of love songz&lt;br /&gt;so tired of tears&lt;br /&gt;you said u loved me&lt;br /&gt;why aint you here?&lt;br /&gt;im so sick of your love songz&lt;br /&gt;so sad and slow&lt;br /&gt;but i just cant turn off the radio&lt;br /&gt;(i jus cant turn off the radio)&lt;br /&gt;i just cant turn off the radio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neyo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm mmm yeah&lt;br /&gt;Do do do do do do do-do&lt;br /&gt;Ohh Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta change my answering machine&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm alone&lt;br /&gt;Cuz right now it says that we&lt;br /&gt;Can't come to the phone&lt;br /&gt;And I know it makes no sense&lt;br /&gt;Cuz you walked out the door&lt;br /&gt;But it's the only way I hear your voice anymore&lt;br /&gt;(it's ridiculous)&lt;br /&gt;It's been months&lt;br /&gt;And for some reason I just&lt;br /&gt;(can't get over us)&lt;br /&gt;And I'm stronger then this&lt;br /&gt;(enough is enough)&lt;br /&gt;No more walkin round&lt;br /&gt;With my head down&lt;br /&gt;I'm so over being blue&lt;br /&gt;Cryin over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so sick of love songs&lt;br /&gt;So tired of tears&lt;br /&gt;So done with wishing you were still here&lt;br /&gt;Said I'm so sick of love songs so sad and slow&lt;br /&gt;So why can't I turn off the radio?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta fix that calender I have&lt;br /&gt;That's marked July 15th&lt;br /&gt;Because since there's no more you&lt;br /&gt;There's no more anniversary&lt;br /&gt;I'm so fed up with my thoughts of you&lt;br /&gt;And your memory&lt;br /&gt;And how every song reminds me&lt;br /&gt;Of what used to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the reason I'm so sick of love songs&lt;br /&gt;So tired of tears&lt;br /&gt;So done with wishing you were still here&lt;br /&gt;Said I'm so sick of love songs so sad and slow&lt;br /&gt;So why can't I turn off the radio?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Leave me alone)&lt;br /&gt;Leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;(Stupid love songs)&lt;br /&gt;Dont make me think about her smile&lt;br /&gt;Or having my first child&lt;br /&gt;I'm letting go&lt;br /&gt;Turning off the radio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I'm so sick of love songs&lt;br /&gt;So tired of tears&lt;br /&gt;So done with wishing she was still here&lt;br /&gt;Said I'm so sick of love songs so sad and slow&lt;br /&gt;So why can't I turn off the radio?&lt;br /&gt;(why can't I turn off the radio?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said I'm so sick of love songs&lt;br /&gt;So tired of tears&lt;br /&gt;So done with wishing she was still here&lt;br /&gt;Said I'm so sick of love songs so sad and slow&lt;br /&gt;So why can't I turn off the radio?&lt;br /&gt;(why can't I turn off the radio?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so sick of love songs&lt;br /&gt;So tired of tears&lt;br /&gt;So done with wishin you were still here&lt;br /&gt;Said I'm so sick of love songs so sad and slow&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I turn off the radio?&lt;br /&gt;(why can't I turn off the radio?)&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I turn off the radio?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a 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type='text/html' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/2007/03/so-sick-comparison.html' title='So Sick Comparison'/><author><name>Ann Rosselle Cortes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164746137908484879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IJ8LYBxeCcI/TbUf_plFfBI/AAAAAAAAAUY/lhdl9ommLFY/s220/188343_10150201777972786_818047785_9078849_8275604_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070641815705844469.post-5183335426992970320</id><published>2007-03-12T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T22:07:22.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Closer and Closer Look: Smaller and smaller Circles by: F.H. Batacan</title><content type='html'>Smaller and Smaller Circles. My first impression with the title was that this is something like those Bob Ong’s which uses very plain language. Or if not, it’s just like the usual Mga Ibong Mandaragit or Florante at Laura and the like. The reason behind these impressions was that back in high school, I was exposed to those kinds of Philippine literature. Nevertheless, my guesses were all wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smaller and Smaller Circles. Wasn’t like the normal “laughter therapy” or comedic novels by Bob Ong which may be used by high school students for their book report (even grade school). I came to realize that now I’m in College, book reports are in a different level – more matured and realistic. But on the other hand, it’s not also like the typical/normal Philippine literature with very deep language. Smaller and Smaller Circles is very easy to comprehend and the ideas are flowing in a good manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question, “Is it realistic or fantastic?” struck me for a moment. I know in my heart the definition of a fantastic and a realistic. But at the start of the novel, I was thinking twice. I even looked up the definition of the two words. But as I ponder, it echoes in my mind. It’s a realistic novel. It’s a realistic novel. It’s a realist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can happen in reality. It’s even happening now. Serial killers are on the streets. The Payatas area – the mountain of garbage, the smell of the dump, Riverside, Litex, the junction along Tandang Sora and Commonwealth across Old Balara, and the Jesuit’s house. The setting seems so vivid. It seems so clear for me because I live by Old Balara. That is why the idea that it is a realist novel seems to echo and seems to be very clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am asking myself if it’s fantastic. Is there psychic automism? Is there something out of this world? Is it something of magic, of vampire slayers, of lost souls? No. There is nothing magical. It even points out the psychological reason behind the killings of the serial killer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smaller and Smaller Circles. Realist. Now what comes next? What specific literary genre does it fall under? The whole story revolves around the killings, the killer and the mystery solvers.&lt;br /&gt;The novel depicts the Filipino police doesn’t acknowledge the killings to be done by a serial killer. But the two priests, Fr. Gus Saenz, a known forensics anthropologist and Fr. Jerome Lucero, a clinical psychologist, strongly believes that the killings are all done in a sort of sequential and organized manner. Every first Saturday of the month, victims, being children between twelve to fourteen, of small size, are seen face scraped off, genitals mutilated and heart extracted.&lt;br /&gt;At first, you may think that it’s a sort of a ritual done by some cult or it’s something done by the “aswang” or “mananangal”. A vampire in the Payatas area? Fantastic, I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this novel is not fantastic as I say. It even echoes in my mind that it’s a realist. So, who in the right and humanly mind would dare to do such thing? This made me conclude that this novel is a mystery. So here comes a very refreshing type of Filipino novel – sort of like CSI.&lt;br /&gt;So, the two Jesuit priests being exposed in “real” criminal situations, happen to conclude that there is a serial killer. The format of the story goes like this: First, the body is found hours after the killing. Then the police and forensic experts are trying to investigate and search the crime scene. Then the two priests analyzing the situation with the help of Joanna, a reporter and some laboratory professionals, medical people and government officials who have access over confidential records. Next is having a suspect as well as studying him, knowing his background as well as knowing if he has a “hidden” traumatic childhood which would cause him to do such morbid act. Next is attesting to the findings that the suspect is really the murderer. Followed by a search to catch the murderer. Then like the usual detective type of movie, police and people in charge having a hard time to catch the suspect, and ending up to the death of the suspect itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As aforementioned, the two priests made a study about the suspect who is Alex Carlos and they found out that there is a reason behind the killings. Alex is a dentist in the mobile clinic which goes to Payatas to perform medical and dental services to the poor. He uses the circumstance to perform his revenge. His anger can be traced back in high school. Father Gus and Father Saenz found out that he was once a student of the Payatas high. Being lean and sickly due to some sort of poverty, he had very low grades in PE. So his PE teacher would often ask him to stay a while for some further things to do.The PE teacher took advantage and may be because he was gay, he abused Alex. So, knowing the fact that he was molested, the PE teacher made him the “favorite”. Being not able to tell his parents about this and being not able to tell anyone at all, he grew up having psychological incapabilities. As a way of revenge, he killed the teacher. But he is still not satisfied. He decides to kill kids and his out to kill seven. Why seven? Because when the molestation was happening, there are around eight of them and he being the special one. He didn’t want to be the special one. He just wanted to be normal – like the other seven. He felt that he is being looked at – the center of abuse. He does the killing in some sort of a ritual - face scraped off, genital mutilated and heart extracted. In this case, he does this to remove the identity of the person much like what happened to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading the book attests to the fact that F.H. Batacan is really good at writing. From the very idea of diverting from the usual and making the usual extraordinary, I applaud her for that. Next is the use of French, Italian and I think even German. She may have known several languages and this technique created more impact on the characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smaller and Smaller Circles. Realistic. Detective Suspense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most dominant element in the novel as it is screaming from cover to cover is the conflict, man versus man. The whole story revolves around the conflict, who is the killer?&lt;br /&gt;The story started seeing a dead kid in the dump and Forensic anthropologists investigating. The whole story revolves in identifying the “mystery” killer. Characters sprung from the main conquest. Police officers in the crime scene. Ben Arcinas and his fellow NBI agents investigating. Joanna and Leo being a team up of reporter and cameraman waiting for news to cover. The two priests unraveling the whole gist of the story. Finally, knowing that it was Alex Santos and the climax was during the capture at the mobile wherein Father Saenz was even injured. In the end, I thought Father Saenz was killed but the craft of the story was great that it was Carlos who got killed. That was what I’ve wanted. The way it was narrated in the second to the last chapter, it seems that Fr. Saenz was the one killed. That is also a typical story which ends up beating evil and the bad people dying or asking for forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I cannot understand the point of the italicized fonts (phrases sort of a dialogue) at certain last page of certain chapters. But as the story is coming to an end, I came to realize that it was Alex Carlos speaking. It was like the real gist, smaller and smaller circles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The monologues leads me to say that there is another conflict revolving which is man versus himself. Because he is no longer in his proper mind, some sort of psychological incapabilities or nervous breakdown. The italicized part or what I call the monologue, is some sort of a diary. The author is trying to let the readers know the feelings of Alex which I only happen to realize by the end of the novel. (slow..me) So I tried to recall the monologue parts and I even read again those parts so I can fully comprehend the whole story. After which, I finally concluded that there is indeed a man versus himself conflict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought of some possible themes of the story. Actually to tell you frankly, I sort of have some difficulties trying to know this part. I even listed down several possible themes:&lt;br /&gt;Childhood of a person can make a big impact on him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is truth about serial killers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind every murder is anger&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The difficulty of solving crimes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solving crimes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serial killings&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smaller and Smaller Circles. Realistic. Detective – Suspense. Serial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Killings. I’ve read Nancy Drew when I was in grade school. I even got hitched to it. It has certain similarities. But this novel is more direct to the point. The novel flows to the direction of capturing the murderer. Walang paikotikot. Its main goal is to unravel the person behind the killings and get him caught by the police.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The novel attests to the fact that the childhood of the person highly affects his or her whole entirety. I’ve been dwelling with this idea since years ago. I am a part of a Church Charismatic group na I deal with the youth. As matter of fact, I am a youth leader. I often have a hard time with the people under me ---problems about relationships and vices. But as I realized that “who they are” is an effect of their background, their childhood, how they were treated as kids, Pakikisama was no longer hard for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a short background: The youth are from poor to middle class level.&lt;br /&gt;I was an only child for eight long years. Being a brat, mingling with other people, adjusting to situations and adapting to other’s way of lives is very hard for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goal in life is to serve God put him on top of my priorities. But also put in mind to be well balanced. I wanted to be well rounded. I want to have my own career. My second goal is to finish my studies and be successful in the corporate world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reasons behind my goals were my past experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As aforementioned, I was a sole daughter for eight years. During that time, I used to have everything I’ve wanted. I was treated as a princess. A spoiled brat, as what everybody called me. I was a naughty, fat little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my being a brat princess came to an end when I had siblings already. My parents’ attention was diverted to them. But I didn’t take it negatively. Instead, I also diverted my attention to my friends, my hobbies and serving in the church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back when I was eleven, I wasn’t fully aware of the bankruptcy that was happening with my father’s business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2000, the bank foreclosed our family house. During this time, all our properties are turning to dust. Came 2004, the only property left was also foreclosed by the bank. By now, we are living at my grandma’s old house. A year ago, it was really devastating. It had no ceiling and the paints of the wall were as old as me. But last summer, my dad’s business was kind flourishing again and we had the chance to renovate the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these things are my driving force to be who and what I am right now. All my past experiences are my weapons in fighting life’s challenges. My weaknesses are not hindrances rather; I use them as inspiration for my betterment. I work on to be the best that I can be.&lt;br /&gt;As a student, I work on to improve my grades. I have five in most of my major subjects. I have to work on with my minors. Nevertheless, I want to be a dean’s lister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a woman, I grew up being loved so much that is why even though I was influenced by my peers to have boyfriends, I know my limitations. I believe that sex is only to be given to my future partner. Thus, as a woman this is my main goal. This goal dictates my actions in life.&lt;br /&gt;Being active in the church, I want to be a good example to others that is why in my action, I consider other people. This doesn’t mean that I don’t take risk. I often risk and I know that my service to Jesus is one great risk I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a Filipino, my goal is to be a good citizen and I want to do something that will make my country proud of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My story is parallel with Smaller and Smaller Circles. The things that happened to Alex when he was a child became his driving force for revenge. In my case, I am not after revenge, I am after my betterment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The character which I like best is Joanna. She is a reporter. When I came into Miriam, my first course was Communication Arts. Before I dreamt of being the next Korina Sanchez and being the Anchor of the most popular evening news. But I shifted to Business Ad last 2005. I like Joanna’s style of not being the typical reporter who makes ambush reports. I admire her quest for substantial news. I also admire her courage. Knowing that her dad died covering a news report, if I were in her shoes, I would be having a trauma. I may not engage in the field which caused the death of my dad. Bu in her case, she took the risk of being a reporter. I also admire her quest for the truth. She even helped the Jesuits to unravel the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that Joanna is an empowered woman. She is the epitome of courage. In the real world, it’s scary and we have to take risk and be strong enough to fight the scary reality.&lt;br /&gt;The novel Smaller and smaller Circles, really changed my view of Philippine literature. As I was saying, this is a refreshing one. A change from the usual melodramatic themes which covers poverty and extreme political manipulations in our current system. I didn’t know that Filipinos could write a detective type of novel which includes Jesuits. Something like Da Vinci’s code. But this one, empowering Catholic priests. I am not being biased, but I really liked the story.&lt;br /&gt;The last book that I’ve read was Dave Pelzer’s, The child called It. Actually I have not yet finished the book. I am still on the process of reading it. But the real book which I last finished was Sophie kinsella’s Confessions of Shopaholic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like Sophie Kinsella’s way of writing because she uses the first person point of view. I sort of relate to her characters because I am a Business Administration student. Kinsella gives a little background about finance and the corporate world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of differences between Confessions of a shopaholic and Smaller and Smaller Circles. Aside from the fact that the former is European and the latter is Filipino. They are both realistic but in different genres. Kinsella’s work is more on the light and love story genre rolled into one. Batacan’s work is more of a detective type. But I both liked the plot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I like Smaller and Smaller Circles: First it’s more close to my heart since it’s done by my fellow Filipino. Second, the setting is very familiar to me. Third, I sort of had a connection with the book. Fourth, the words are easy to read. Fifth, the speaking tone was in vernacular language just translated to English. Sixth, it was able to show a little bit of reality - the life of the people in the Payatas area. Last, the novel is very Filipino. Indeed, Filipino writers are to be saluted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.feedburner.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/powered_by_fb.gif" alt="Powered by FeedBurner" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070641815705844469-5183335426992970320?l=purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5183335426992970320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070641815705844469&amp;postID=5183335426992970320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/5183335426992970320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/5183335426992970320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/2007/03/closer-and-closer-look-smaller-and.html' title='Closer and Closer Look: Smaller and smaller Circles by: F.H. Batacan'/><author><name>Ann Rosselle Cortes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164746137908484879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IJ8LYBxeCcI/TbUf_plFfBI/AAAAAAAAAUY/lhdl9ommLFY/s220/188343_10150201777972786_818047785_9078849_8275604_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070641815705844469.post-3492770626708958669</id><published>2007-03-07T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T19:51:22.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Latest Craze: Top 10 Singles of all time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/Re-IF4Zdr1I/AAAAAAAAAJw/rvO3ErtGZzo/s1600-h/2007-03-06T21_41_25-08_00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039396142670786386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 94px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px" height="132" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/Re-IF4Zdr1I/AAAAAAAAAJw/rvO3ErtGZzo/s320/2007-03-06T21_41_25-08_00.jpg" width="94" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;10 Im a believer (1966) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Everything I do, I do it for you (1991)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;9 Hound Dog, Don't Be Cruel (1956)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;8 Diana (1957)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7 I will always love you (1992)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6 Hey Jude (1968)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5 It's now or never (1960)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4 I want to hold your hand (1963)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3 Rock around the clock (1954)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2 White Christmas (1942)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1 Something about the way you look tonight (1997)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;According to Russell Ash' book The Top 10 of Everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.feedburner.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/powered_by_fb.gif" alt="Powered by FeedBurner" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070641815705844469-3492770626708958669?l=purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3492770626708958669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070641815705844469&amp;postID=3492770626708958669' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/3492770626708958669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/3492770626708958669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/2007/03/latest-craze-top-10-singles-of-all-time.html' title='Latest Craze: Top 10 Singles of all time'/><author><name>Ann Rosselle Cortes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164746137908484879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IJ8LYBxeCcI/TbUf_plFfBI/AAAAAAAAAUY/lhdl9ommLFY/s220/188343_10150201777972786_818047785_9078849_8275604_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/Re-IF4Zdr1I/AAAAAAAAAJw/rvO3ErtGZzo/s72-c/2007-03-06T21_41_25-08_00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070641815705844469.post-6275755633779561583</id><published>2007-03-07T19:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T19:42:53.057-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Latest Craze for Graduates and OJT Applicants</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/Re-GEYZdr0I/AAAAAAAAAJo/5pgUfUgeQ18/s1600-h/2007-03-06T20_48_48-08_00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039393917877727042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/Re-GEYZdr0I/AAAAAAAAAJo/5pgUfUgeQ18/s320/2007-03-06T20_48_48-08_00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How to pass an interview:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Greet Positively&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. Maintain Your Focus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. Be Positive, sociable and enthusiastic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. Answer Directly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. Proper Posture&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. Avoid Being Negative&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7. Show your dependability&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8. Answer effectively&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9. Be discerning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10. Ask some questions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.feedburner.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/powered_by_fb.gif" alt="Powered by FeedBurner" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070641815705844469-6275755633779561583?l=purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6275755633779561583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070641815705844469&amp;postID=6275755633779561583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/6275755633779561583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/6275755633779561583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/2007/03/latest-craze-for-graduates-and-ojt.html' title='Latest Craze for Graduates and OJT Applicants'/><author><name>Ann Rosselle Cortes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164746137908484879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IJ8LYBxeCcI/TbUf_plFfBI/AAAAAAAAAUY/lhdl9ommLFY/s220/188343_10150201777972786_818047785_9078849_8275604_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/Re-GEYZdr0I/AAAAAAAAAJo/5pgUfUgeQ18/s72-c/2007-03-06T20_48_48-08_00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070641815705844469.post-3039158129233774689</id><published>2007-03-07T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T19:38:39.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Latest Craze: Looking Skinny, Being Skinny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/Re-CkoZdryI/AAAAAAAAAJY/zRRsQrLM72E/s1600-h/2007-01-20T08_11_32-08_00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039390073881997090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/Re-CkoZdryI/AAAAAAAAAJY/zRRsQrLM72E/s320/2007-01-20T08_11_32-08_00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It seems that being skinny is in and all the bulges, bay fat, and so called full shapes are no longer on the scene. This is true for some. To name a few foodophobic people are Kate Bosworth, Nicole Richie and Victoria Beckham. In 2002, Kate weighs 125 lbs. Now she's only 97 lbs. Her waist measures 20 inches. A hollywood sitcom actress says taht the reason why Kate won't eat is that Thin is "in" and casting directors do consider your weight when they hire you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to some psychologists and food experts " Some people don't realize how skinny they really are, and they see themselves as fat because they can't see reality. On the other hand those who fear getting fat also fear food itself. Some are even scared of aging like Victoria Beckham whose 32 may be trying to compete with younger women. So all I can say is stop STARvation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Craze: Skinny Jeans.&lt;br /&gt;Skinny Pants... If you can't be skinny try to lose skinny. Using the very "in" skinny jeans. These are the tight fitting jeans people nowadays wear. The fashion scene is waving goodbye to flare jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more info regarding skinny jeans visit &lt;a href="http://skinnypants.com"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For My podcast episode on being skinny visit &lt;a href="http://gossip.commongate.com/tag/anorexic"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.feedburner.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/powered_by_fb.gif" alt="Powered by FeedBurner" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070641815705844469-3039158129233774689?l=purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3039158129233774689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070641815705844469&amp;postID=3039158129233774689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/3039158129233774689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/3039158129233774689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/2007/03/latest-craze-looking-skinny-being.html' title='Latest Craze: Looking Skinny, Being Skinny'/><author><name>Ann Rosselle Cortes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164746137908484879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IJ8LYBxeCcI/TbUf_plFfBI/AAAAAAAAAUY/lhdl9ommLFY/s220/188343_10150201777972786_818047785_9078849_8275604_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/Re-CkoZdryI/AAAAAAAAAJY/zRRsQrLM72E/s72-c/2007-01-20T08_11_32-08_00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070641815705844469.post-3922045858484722679</id><published>2007-03-05T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T21:10:21.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning to appreciate my life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/Rez1SlM1RxI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OLur9fAdE_k/s1600-h/ShowLetter7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038671782693127954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/Rez1SlM1RxI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OLur9fAdE_k/s320/ShowLetter7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/Rez0plM1RwI/AAAAAAAAAJI/5kGbvnvQU4E/s1600-h/ShowLetter6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038671078318491394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/Rez0plM1RwI/AAAAAAAAAJI/5kGbvnvQU4E/s320/ShowLetter6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/Rez0jVM1RvI/AAAAAAAAAJA/17U3pA3k0js/s1600-h/ShowLetter5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038670970944308978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/Rez0jVM1RvI/AAAAAAAAAJA/17U3pA3k0js/s320/ShowLetter5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/Rez0O1M1RuI/AAAAAAAAAI4/MSuRfwh-l88/s1600-h/ShowLetter4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038670618756990690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/Rez0O1M1RuI/AAAAAAAAAI4/MSuRfwh-l88/s320/ShowLetter4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/Rez0HlM1RtI/AAAAAAAAAIw/l3psyIuTQdE/s1600-h/ShowLetter3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038670494202939090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/Rez0HlM1RtI/AAAAAAAAAIw/l3psyIuTQdE/s320/ShowLetter3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/Rezzx1M1RsI/AAAAAAAAAIo/nrqnC9OKHsg/s1600-h/ShowLetter1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038670120540784322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/Rezzx1M1RsI/AAAAAAAAAIo/nrqnC9OKHsg/s320/ShowLetter1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/Rezze1M1RrI/AAAAAAAAAIg/yTtmNW87KqE/s1600-h/ShowLetter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038669794123269810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/Rezze1M1RrI/AAAAAAAAAIg/yTtmNW87KqE/s320/ShowLetter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I to complain? Who am I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have no right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.feedburner.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/powered_by_fb.gif" alt="Powered by FeedBurner" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070641815705844469-3922045858484722679?l=purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3922045858484722679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070641815705844469&amp;postID=3922045858484722679' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/3922045858484722679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/3922045858484722679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/2007/03/learning-to-appreciate-my-life.html' title='Learning to appreciate my life.'/><author><name>Ann Rosselle Cortes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164746137908484879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IJ8LYBxeCcI/TbUf_plFfBI/AAAAAAAAAUY/lhdl9ommLFY/s220/188343_10150201777972786_818047785_9078849_8275604_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/Rez1SlM1RxI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OLur9fAdE_k/s72-c/ShowLetter7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070641815705844469.post-8196045580092337571</id><published>2007-03-02T00:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T01:03:30.491-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An old rock range.</title><content type='html'>It's tired aura reveals a lot.&lt;br /&gt;       ages of watching people passing by&lt;br /&gt;       ages of being stuck in some place&lt;br /&gt;              which they never wanted to be in&lt;br /&gt;       ages of being lifeless, shapeless&lt;br /&gt;              in the midst of the living&lt;br /&gt;       ages of being solid, inanimate&lt;br /&gt;              and sturdy as it seem.&lt;br /&gt;Still, ages of cold nights and intense hot days.&lt;br /&gt;       Sometime during summer&lt;br /&gt;               not even one may seem to passby.&lt;br /&gt;                      In Solitude.&lt;br /&gt;Yet with other thousands of inanimate things.&lt;br /&gt;Basic.&lt;br /&gt;Essential.&lt;br /&gt;Even before man came.&lt;br /&gt;A part of God's grand masterpiece.&lt;br /&gt;And even after man came.&lt;br /&gt;Still Basic.&lt;br /&gt;Still Essential.&lt;br /&gt;A part of life's history.&lt;br /&gt;A part of life itself, A part of&lt;br /&gt;the solid ground from which I stand.&lt;br /&gt;Yet taken forgranted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.feedburner.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/powered_by_fb.gif" alt="Powered by FeedBurner" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070641815705844469-8196045580092337571?l=purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8196045580092337571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070641815705844469&amp;postID=8196045580092337571' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/8196045580092337571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/8196045580092337571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/2007/03/old-rock-range.html' title='An old rock range.'/><author><name>Ann Rosselle Cortes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164746137908484879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IJ8LYBxeCcI/TbUf_plFfBI/AAAAAAAAAUY/lhdl9ommLFY/s220/188343_10150201777972786_818047785_9078849_8275604_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070641815705844469.post-7309538818966797975</id><published>2007-03-02T00:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T00:33:56.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Had fun with Clairol.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I had fun trying on my different looks at &lt;a href="http://clairol.com/try-it-on-studio/process_tios.jsp"&gt;Clairol's Try it on Studio&lt;/a&gt;. So here's what I did&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/RefhSZrMJUI/AAAAAAAAAIU/ypa4bjtVEzY/s1600-h/editedmes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037242414483121474" style="WIDTH: 451px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" height="131" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/RefhSZrMJUI/AAAAAAAAAIU/ypa4bjtVEzY/s320/editedmes.jpg" width="482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.feedburner.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/powered_by_fb.gif" alt="Powered by FeedBurner" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070641815705844469-7309538818966797975?l=purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7309538818966797975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070641815705844469&amp;postID=7309538818966797975' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/7309538818966797975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/7309538818966797975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/2007/03/had-fun-with-clairol.html' title='Had fun with Clairol.'/><author><name>Ann Rosselle Cortes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164746137908484879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IJ8LYBxeCcI/TbUf_plFfBI/AAAAAAAAAUY/lhdl9ommLFY/s220/188343_10150201777972786_818047785_9078849_8275604_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/RefhSZrMJUI/AAAAAAAAAIU/ypa4bjtVEzY/s72-c/editedmes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070641815705844469.post-1240612736799307162</id><published>2007-02-28T20:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T23:50:53.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Celebrity Look-alikes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I was wondering around... I went to Finella's blog and I found this link to My Heritage. Try Your own too. It's fun and I bet you'll enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/ReZSqdD2j_I/AAAAAAAAAIM/JMp606MW5k8/s400/d288b11900ef2c337b02f1501140594852ad83ff.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table height="1" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/acollage/H/7_3/638l08_90521237356e542jox2v08" width="202" height="454" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" height="1"&gt;&lt;a title="MyHeritage - share black and white photos with facial recognition technology" href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;u&gt;http://www.myheritage.com&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.feedburner.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/powered_by_fb.gif" alt="Powered by FeedBurner" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070641815705844469-1240612736799307162?l=purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1240612736799307162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070641815705844469&amp;postID=1240612736799307162' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/1240612736799307162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/1240612736799307162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-celebrity-look-alikes.html' title='My Celebrity Look-alikes'/><author><name>Ann Rosselle Cortes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164746137908484879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IJ8LYBxeCcI/TbUf_plFfBI/AAAAAAAAAUY/lhdl9ommLFY/s220/188343_10150201777972786_818047785_9078849_8275604_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/ReZSqdD2j_I/AAAAAAAAAIM/JMp606MW5k8/s72-c/d288b11900ef2c337b02f1501140594852ad83ff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070641815705844469.post-6105623686974022173</id><published>2007-02-26T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T20:57:49.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never mock God!</title><content type='html'>Got this article from a friend. Try on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some men and women who mocked God:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOHN LENNON: Some years before, during his interview with an American Magazine, he said: "Christianity will end, it will disappear. I do not have to argue about that. I am certain. Jesus was ok, but his subjects were too simple, Today we are more famous than Him" (1966). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lennon, after saying that the Beatles were more famous than Jesus Christ, was shot six times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TANCREDO NEVES (President of Brazil): During the Presidential campaign, he said if he got 500,000 votes from his party, not even God would remove him from Presidency. Sure he got the votes, but he got sick a day before being made President, then he died. CAZUZA (Bi-sexual Brazilian composer, singer and poet): During a show in Canecão ( Rio de Janeiro ), whilst smoking his cigarette, he puffed out some smoke into the air and said: "God, that's for you."   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He died at the age of 32 of AIDS in a horrible manner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE MAN WHO BUILT TITANIC: After the construction of Titanic, a reporter asked him how safe the Titanic would be. With an ironic tone he said: "Not even God can sink it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The result: I think you all know what happened to the Titanic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARILYN MONROE: She was visited by Billy Graham during a presentation of a show. He said the Spirit of God had sent him to preach to her.  After hearing what the Preacher had to say, she said: "I don't need your Jesus".   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A week later, she was found dead in her apartment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BON SCOTT: The ex-vocalist of the AC/DC. On one of his 1979 songs he sang: "Don't stop me, I'm going down all the way, down  the highway to hell".   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;On the 19th of February 1980, Bon Scott was found dead, he had been  choked by his own vomit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAMPINAS/SP IN 2005 In Campinas, Brazil a group of friends, drunk, went to pick up a friend. The mother accompanied her to the car and was so worried about the drunkenness of her friends and she said to the daughter - holding her hand, who was already seated in the car: "MY DAUGHTER, GO WITH GOD AND MAY HE PROTECT YOU." She responded: "ONLY IF HE (GOD) TRAVELS IN THE BOOT, CAUSE INSIDE HERE IT'S ALREADY FULL"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hours later, news came by that they had been involved in a fatal accident, everyone had died, the car could not be recognized what type of car it had been, but surprisingly, the boot was intact.  The police said there was no way the boot could have remained intact.  To their surprise, inside the boot was a crate of eggs, none were broken..... Boot means trunk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many more important people have forgotten that there is no other name that was given so much authority as the name of Jesus.  Many have died but only Jesus died and rose again, and he is still alive. JESUS!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.feedburner.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/powered_by_fb.gif" alt="Powered by FeedBurner" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070641815705844469-6105623686974022173?l=purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6105623686974022173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070641815705844469&amp;postID=6105623686974022173' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/6105623686974022173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/6105623686974022173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/2007/02/never-mock-god.html' title='Never mock God!'/><author><name>Ann Rosselle Cortes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164746137908484879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IJ8LYBxeCcI/TbUf_plFfBI/AAAAAAAAAUY/lhdl9ommLFY/s220/188343_10150201777972786_818047785_9078849_8275604_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070641815705844469.post-4352142231105066989</id><published>2007-02-25T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T18:45:20.602-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Superiority Complex.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Superiority Complex. While I am doing this entry, I don't know if there is such a term as Superiority Complex. I am only aware of the inferiority complex. Actually, I am trying to browse the internet now. I am trying to look if there is such a term. Multitasking... okay, I found one here it is I quote from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Superiority_complex"&gt;wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Superiority complex refers to a subconscious neurotic&lt;br /&gt;mechanism of compensation developed by the individual as a result of feelings of&lt;br /&gt;inferiority. The term was coined by Alfred Adler (February 7, 1870 – May 28,&lt;br /&gt;1937), as part of his School of Individual Psychology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those exhibiting the superiority complex commonly project their feelings onto others they&lt;br /&gt;perceive as inferior to themselves. Accusations of arrogance and cockiness are&lt;br /&gt;often made by others when referring to the individual exhibiting the superiority&lt;br /&gt;complex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behaviors related to this mechanism may include an exaggeratedly positive opinion of one’s worth and abilities, unrealistically high expectations in goals and achievements for oneself and others, vanity, extravagant style in dressing (with intention of drawing attention), pride,&lt;br /&gt;sentimentalism and affected exaltation, snobbism, a tendency to discredit&lt;br /&gt;other’s opinions, forcefulness aimed at dominating those considered as weaker or&lt;br /&gt;less important, credulity, and others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social aloofness, daydreaming, isolation could also be associated to the Superiority Complex, as a way to evade the fear of failure related to the feelings of inadequacy to face real world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superiority and Inferiority Complex are often found together as the different expressions of the same pathology. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Why am I saying this? Because last night, I faced somebody exhibiting such complex. I am active in our community chapel. I am a member of &lt;em&gt;The Family of God&lt;/em&gt; Catholic Charismatic Community. To cut the long story short, Last friday, our choir FOG CHORALE, held the practice at the Choir loft in the chapel. Suddenly this lady which I will just name as Superiora entered and stopped the practice. She was telling the group that we have no right to use the loft because they(OB Youth Choir) hold the exclusive &lt;em&gt;priviledge&lt;/em&gt; of holding their practices and using it every mass. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My argument "No one has the exclusive right of using the Choir Loft and everyone has the right to use the chapel as long as what the people will be doing is for God".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her point 1&gt; No one can use the loft except for them 2&gt;some of the choir members are not Charismatic people (she was assuming that we are pirating members from her group) 3&gt;i forgot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She was with her choir and her mom. We were with a lot of people including my grandma and my parents. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I didn't like was that she was so arrogant. She was so convinced with her wrong proposition. Even her members agreed with her twisted argument. Very foul... She was so impertinent. She even said "tarantado" to my dad. She graduated from UP with a degree in Political Science. She is now taking her masters degree. How come? When she doesn't know what diplomacy means? Political Science? When she has wrong ideologies? I am not degrading her. I did not mention her name or whatsoever. I just wish, she knows when to be and what to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this world, we shold not burn bridges instead we should be building linkages. We should know our limitations and we should know how to act depending on the situation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am not mad. I just what her to be corrected. How shall I correct her? Am I in the position. She even referred to me as "nito" a thing. I even told her "nito, nito, bagay ba 'to?" (this, this, is this a thing) while pointing my both hads to myself. I was stepped on. I know. I believe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;exaggeratedly positive opinion of one’s worth and abilities&lt;br /&gt;unrealistically high expectations in goals and achievements for oneself and others&lt;br /&gt;vanity&lt;br /&gt;extravagant style in dressing (with intention of drawing attention)&lt;br /&gt;pride&lt;br /&gt;sentimentalism&lt;br /&gt;affected exaltation&lt;br /&gt;snobbism&lt;br /&gt;a tendency to discredit other’s opinions&lt;br /&gt;forcefulness aimed at dominating those considered as weaker or less important&lt;br /&gt;credulity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I hope that someday, she may face somebody who can correct her. I hope that she learn her mistakes. I hope. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I just believe that she reaps what she sow. I hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.feedburner.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/powered_by_fb.gif" alt="Powered by FeedBurner" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070641815705844469-4352142231105066989?l=purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4352142231105066989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070641815705844469&amp;postID=4352142231105066989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/4352142231105066989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/4352142231105066989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/2007/02/superiority-complex.html' title='Superiority Complex.'/><author><name>Ann Rosselle Cortes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164746137908484879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IJ8LYBxeCcI/TbUf_plFfBI/AAAAAAAAAUY/lhdl9ommLFY/s220/188343_10150201777972786_818047785_9078849_8275604_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070641815705844469.post-7117862506453550714</id><published>2007-02-22T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T00:19:57.491-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anna Nicole Smith &amp; Daniel Smith</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/Rd5sKND2j9I/AAAAAAAAAH0/s1-vSJ1lKUg/s1600-h/AnnaDaniel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/Rd5sKND2j9I/AAAAAAAAAH0/s1-vSJ1lKUg/s320/AnnaDaniel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034580356007104466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anna_Nicole_Smith"&gt;Anna Nicole&lt;/a&gt; &amp; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Daniel_Wayne_Smith"&gt;Daniel Smith&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel Smith is Anna Nicole's son. He died last September 10, 2006. I just find it tragic that Anna died five months after her son passed away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason behind Daniel's death? A lethal combination of Zoloft, Lexapro and methadone. Although the forensic expert explained that methadone is used in the treatment of heroin and morphine addiction, he said he had no information to make any conclusion why Daniel was using the drug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason behind &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2007/SHOWBIZ/TV/02/08/anna.nicole.collapses/"&gt;Anna Nicole's death&lt;/a&gt;. Unknown. But her lawyer said that days before her death she was suffering from flulike symptoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why a sudden death? I don't know. It just reveals that life is so short. We should make the most out of every second. We don't know when our time will come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.feedburner.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/powered_by_fb.gif" alt="Powered by FeedBurner" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070641815705844469-7117862506453550714?l=purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7117862506453550714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070641815705844469&amp;postID=7117862506453550714' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/7117862506453550714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/7117862506453550714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/2007/02/anna-nicole-smith-daniel-smith.html' title='Anna Nicole Smith &amp; Daniel Smith'/><author><name>Ann Rosselle Cortes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164746137908484879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IJ8LYBxeCcI/TbUf_plFfBI/AAAAAAAAAUY/lhdl9ommLFY/s220/188343_10150201777972786_818047785_9078849_8275604_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/Rd5sKND2j9I/AAAAAAAAAH0/s1-vSJ1lKUg/s72-c/AnnaDaniel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070641815705844469.post-4004388123222269934</id><published>2007-02-21T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T00:35:27.414-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scary Fifteen Revealed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/Rd6b1ND2j-I/AAAAAAAAAIA/Lue4c1rujnM/s1600-h/man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/Rd6b1ND2j-I/AAAAAAAAAIA/Lue4c1rujnM/s320/man.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034632771787984866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What scares men?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check this out! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll probably learn something from this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1   Public humiliation.&lt;br /&gt;2   Not seeing his kids grow up&lt;br /&gt;3   Tofurky - food&lt;br /&gt;4   Getting naked&lt;br /&gt;5   Beautiful women&lt;br /&gt;6   Living paycheck to paycheck&lt;br /&gt;7   Not being a god to his kids&lt;br /&gt;8   Being a lousy lover&lt;br /&gt;9   Her tears&lt;br /&gt;10  His dad's death&lt;br /&gt;11  Speedos&lt;br /&gt;12  Super Nanny&lt;br /&gt;13  Rejection&lt;br /&gt;14  Getting caught noticing another woman&lt;br /&gt;15  Hair in the drain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information visit the article &lt;a href="http://health.yahoo.com/experts/menlovesex/17701/what-scares-a-man"&gt;What scares a man?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.feedburner.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/powered_by_fb.gif" alt="Powered by FeedBurner" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070641815705844469-4004388123222269934?l=purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4004388123222269934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070641815705844469&amp;postID=4004388123222269934' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/4004388123222269934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/4004388123222269934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/2007/02/scary-fifteen-revealed.html' title='Scary Fifteen Revealed.'/><author><name>Ann Rosselle Cortes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164746137908484879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IJ8LYBxeCcI/TbUf_plFfBI/AAAAAAAAAUY/lhdl9ommLFY/s220/188343_10150201777972786_818047785_9078849_8275604_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/Rd6b1ND2j-I/AAAAAAAAAIA/Lue4c1rujnM/s72-c/man.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070641815705844469.post-7279162370642068789</id><published>2007-02-20T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T19:42:24.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Poem.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A Young Woman's Poem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I &lt;em&gt;met&lt;/em&gt; him, I &lt;em&gt;like&lt;/em&gt; him&lt;br /&gt;When I &lt;em&gt;like&lt;/em&gt; him, I &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; him&lt;br /&gt;When I &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; him, I &lt;em&gt;let&lt;/em&gt; him&lt;br /&gt;When I &lt;em&gt;let&lt;/em&gt; him, I &lt;em&gt;lost&lt;/em&gt; Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Young Man's Poem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I &lt;em&gt;saw&lt;/em&gt; her, I &lt;em&gt;like&lt;/em&gt; her&lt;br /&gt;When I &lt;em&gt;like&lt;/em&gt; her, I &lt;em&gt;asked&lt;/em&gt; her&lt;br /&gt;When I &lt;em&gt;asked&lt;/em&gt; her, She said &lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she said &lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt;, I &lt;em&gt;married&lt;/em&gt; her&lt;br /&gt;When I &lt;em&gt;married&lt;/em&gt; her, after sixty years I still &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.feedburner.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/powered_by_fb.gif" alt="Powered by FeedBurner" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070641815705844469-7279162370642068789?l=purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7279162370642068789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070641815705844469&amp;postID=7279162370642068789' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/7279162370642068789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/7279162370642068789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/2007/02/love-poem.html' title='Love Poem.'/><author><name>Ann Rosselle Cortes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164746137908484879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IJ8LYBxeCcI/TbUf_plFfBI/AAAAAAAAAUY/lhdl9ommLFY/s220/188343_10150201777972786_818047785_9078849_8275604_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070641815705844469.post-8231568731735217311</id><published>2007-02-20T18:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T20:40:57.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Despedida.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/Rd0evdD2j8I/AAAAAAAAAHo/Lhvuzpj5KvI/s1600-h/granny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/Rd0evdD2j8I/AAAAAAAAAHo/Lhvuzpj5KvI/s320/granny.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034213759073554370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday, I woke up at around 6am because we were about to go to the province for my grandma's despedida. We were going to have a small party for her before she go to the states. She is an immigrant now. After years of waiting, she got her accepatance letter from the US embassy. I am really glad for her. My grandpa is in the states already waiting for her. They both deserve a break. Not just a break, but a happy retirement. By now, they should be experiencing all the happiness in this world. They've done their part already. They now deserve to be happy and free from all the troubles here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to the despedida. &lt;a href="http://en.allexperts.com/e/u/um/umingan,_pangasinan.htm"&gt;Umingan&lt;/a&gt;, Pangasinan (Philippines) is around four to five hours away from Manila. We left Manila at around 7:30 and we arrived at around 12 noon. We ate lunch and the lunch, as usual was very good. Then my uncle announced that the roasted pig (lechon) was done and it's already on the dining table. In a matter of a second everybody - 17 grand children, 6 children and in-laws were feasting around a pig. Good thing, it was the start of the year of the Pig. Just kidding... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our farm is a 24 hectare land with lots of mango trees because obviously it is a "Manggahan". It's the family business on my mom's side. It is located on top of a hill. We have no neighbor. The next house is about a kilometer away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around 2PM,we went down the hill to look for a resort so we can swim and have a little fun. Because we were looking for a cheaper one, we went to the next town which is Lupao, Nueva Ecija. We found a  resort, a small one with two swimming pools. One for biggies and one for small kids. There are slides, tall ones. Good for having "real" fun. This resort is not like the ones in Boracay or Subic. But that made our day. We spent the whole afternoon until around 6:45 there. Take note the name of the place is MACARINA. It sounds like the other version of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Macarena_(song)"&gt;MACARENA&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived back at grandma's place, we had dinner and we had some bonding time with cousines and friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we woke up early. We went to mass and we went to the wet market to buy food for lunch. The fishes there were fresh and it was nice looking for exotic food to eat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we had some photo shooting session. At around 3pm we went back to Manila. As we were going back to Manila, I watched the movie the wedding singer, but I fell asleep. I told my uncle to just turn off the lcd screen. I really wanted to watch it but I can't resist the call of my neurons to sleep. The end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.feedburner.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/powered_by_fb.gif" alt="Powered by FeedBurner" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070641815705844469-8231568731735217311?l=purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8231568731735217311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070641815705844469&amp;postID=8231568731735217311' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/8231568731735217311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/8231568731735217311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/2007/02/despedida.html' title='Despedida.'/><author><name>Ann Rosselle Cortes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164746137908484879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IJ8LYBxeCcI/TbUf_plFfBI/AAAAAAAAAUY/lhdl9ommLFY/s220/188343_10150201777972786_818047785_9078849_8275604_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/Rd0evdD2j8I/AAAAAAAAAHo/Lhvuzpj5KvI/s72-c/granny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070641815705844469.post-3883926615891980304</id><published>2007-02-18T22:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T21:03:28.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'>UP Fair 2007</title><content type='html'>Last year, my friends and I planned to make  a list of the things we should do before graduating from College. It's a sort of "to do" list. Included on our list is to be able to go to the University of the Philippines Annual fair. To tell you frankly, I 've been waiting for the day that I will be able to go to their fair. When I was younger, I keep on asking permission from my parents if I could go there. But they always tell me that I can't go. Now that I am twenty, I could do more stuffs. But I hold that freedom with great responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fair was from February 12 to February 17. At last, before the last day, my friends and I were able to go there. At first, my expectation of real fun was not met. But it was because we were on the wrong part of the grounds. While walking a long the sunken garden, we found the crowd. The real fun was just about to begin. When it began, we were about to leave. Anyway, we had fun eating street food. When I mean FOOD, we pigged out! Anyway, it was fun and I think it's alright to pig out cause the day after it was Year of the Pig. So Gong Xi Fat Chai in Mandarin, Kung Hei Fat Choi in Fukyen, Maligayang Bagong Taon, in Filipino and Happy New Year in English.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.feedburner.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/powered_by_fb.gif" alt="Powered by FeedBurner" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070641815705844469-3883926615891980304?l=purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3883926615891980304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070641815705844469&amp;postID=3883926615891980304' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/3883926615891980304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/3883926615891980304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/2007/02/up-fair-2007.html' title='UP Fair 2007'/><author><name>Ann Rosselle Cortes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164746137908484879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IJ8LYBxeCcI/TbUf_plFfBI/AAAAAAAAAUY/lhdl9ommLFY/s220/188343_10150201777972786_818047785_9078849_8275604_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070641815705844469.post-9216938402199125663</id><published>2007-02-16T00:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T00:47:12.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Blog therefore I am.</title><content type='html'>Frankly, I just thought that this line sounds philosophical. Thus, I decided to make it as my blog title. I find it intriguing. I find it nice. Now, after a message from one of my readers, I think it's time to really ponder on my title. What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.feedburner.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/powered_by_fb.gif" alt="Powered by FeedBurner" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070641815705844469-9216938402199125663?l=purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9216938402199125663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070641815705844469&amp;postID=9216938402199125663' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/9216938402199125663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/9216938402199125663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-blog-therefore-i-am.html' title='I Blog therefore I am.'/><author><name>Ann Rosselle Cortes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164746137908484879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IJ8LYBxeCcI/TbUf_plFfBI/AAAAAAAAAUY/lhdl9ommLFY/s220/188343_10150201777972786_818047785_9078849_8275604_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070641815705844469.post-9147632861136919791</id><published>2007-02-13T02:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T01:59:47.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>At Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>I'm just glad to have my heart at Valentine's Day. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i121.photobucket.com/albums/o224/annrosselle/Picture20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.feedburner.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/powered_by_fb.gif" alt="Powered by FeedBurner" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070641815705844469-9147632861136919791?l=purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9147632861136919791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070641815705844469&amp;postID=9147632861136919791' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/9147632861136919791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/9147632861136919791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/2007/02/at-valentines-day.html' title='At Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Ann Rosselle Cortes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164746137908484879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IJ8LYBxeCcI/TbUf_plFfBI/AAAAAAAAAUY/lhdl9ommLFY/s220/188343_10150201777972786_818047785_9078849_8275604_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070641815705844469.post-2045683409743619906</id><published>2007-02-12T19:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T00:52:45.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I kissed dating goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/RdVwKl5mpqI/AAAAAAAAAHc/a_A7mA_hjPU/s1600-h/1-59052-135-8-L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032051485931120290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/RdVwKl5mpqI/AAAAAAAAAHc/a_A7mA_hjPU/s320/1-59052-135-8-L.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People have a BIG problem on &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Relationships&lt;/span&gt;. Parents deal with their kids about this. Some wouldn't want their kids to have love relationships as long as they're in school. Nonetheless, the youth would want to experience TRUE LOVe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I myself have a problem on this. But the book &lt;a href="http://www.joshharris.com/ikdg/ikdgmain.htm"&gt;I Kissed Dating Goodbye &lt;/a&gt;helped me a lot. The author have other books to share with people and here are as follows: &lt;a href="http://www.joshharris.com/boymeetsgirl/bmgintro.htm"&gt;Boy Meets Girl&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.joshharris.com/whatsnew/notevenahint.htm"&gt;Sex is not the Problem (lust Is) &lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.joshharris.com/whatsnew/churchbook.htm"&gt;Stop Dating the Church. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For more information check out this &lt;a href="http://joshharrisblogson.blogspot.com"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; and this &lt;a href="http://www.joshharris.com"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.feedburner.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/powered_by_fb.gif" alt="Powered by FeedBurner" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070641815705844469-2045683409743619906?l=purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2045683409743619906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070641815705844469&amp;postID=2045683409743619906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/2045683409743619906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/2045683409743619906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-kissed-dating-goodbye_12.html' title='I kissed dating goodbye'/><author><name>Ann Rosselle Cortes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164746137908484879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IJ8LYBxeCcI/TbUf_plFfBI/AAAAAAAAAUY/lhdl9ommLFY/s220/188343_10150201777972786_818047785_9078849_8275604_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/RdVwKl5mpqI/AAAAAAAAAHc/a_A7mA_hjPU/s72-c/1-59052-135-8-L.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070641815705844469.post-2714371457465428755</id><published>2007-02-11T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T23:40:51.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspired.</title><content type='html'>Kindly please take time to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may look long but this will help you a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while ago, I went to a seminar on sexuality. I just want to share my learnings for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The speaker, Mr. Ed Sorate pointed out that based on the bible(Genesis 1:27) man and woman are created in the image in likeness of God. Thus, man and woman have specific roles to perform based on how we were created. The man does the &lt;em&gt;Work Role&lt;/em&gt; and the woman does the &lt;em&gt;Caring Role&lt;/em&gt;. Based on this, he enumerated the Physical, Psychological and Intellectual differences between a man and a woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the differences:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Physical &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Men &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bigger and Stronger Bones &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Coarse Skin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Flat Breast&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Square hips and body structure&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sturdy and Heavy movements&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Women&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Small and Fragile Bones&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fine Skin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Developed Breast&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rounded hips and body structure&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Graceful movements&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psychological&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Men&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stress on actions and achievements&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Undisturbed by trifles&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Weakness is discouragement and failure&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Passionate &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Direct, Blunt and brief&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Less patient and less enduring&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gives love to get sex&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wants money and success&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Realistic&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Women&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stress on what they are&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Upset by little things&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Weakness is loneliness&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Romantic&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Indirect, Symbolic, Puzzling&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;More Patient and preserving&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gives Sex to get love&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wants love and affection&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Idealistic&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Intellectual&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Men&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Essential Minded&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rational and Logical&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Functional&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Less Communicative&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Women&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Detail Minded&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Intuitive&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aesthetic&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;More Communicative&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;But in GEnesis 2:24 "Therefore a man leaves his father and his mother and cleaves to his wife, and they become one flesh", It says that in the midst of those difference we were created for PROCREATION (divine)and Communion and expression of love (human).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sex is pleasure and it is where our freewill plays. Why? Because we are the ones who decide to whom we give it. It is also the greatest experience of love and the door to life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sex was even linked to ketchup.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Roles of Ketchup?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;adds flavor&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;not the main thing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hast to be in the proper place otherwise it becomes improprer and dirty&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;But avove all what is IMPORTANT is this:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOve and Marriage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Without &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOve&lt;/span&gt;, it's gonna be &lt;em&gt;RAPE &lt;/em&gt;or &lt;em&gt;FORNICATION&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Without &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Marriage&lt;/span&gt;, it's gonna be &lt;em&gt;PREMARITAL SEX&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The speaker also mentioned the MYTHS about Sex, Love and Relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. "If you love me let's have sex" Should I give it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Answer: True love RESPECTS, CARES and grows with affection and thinks of the needs of others. If he insists WALK OUT on him. If he loves you he will RESPECT you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. All my friends are having sex. Should I?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Answer: It doesn't mean they are. Wait longer than rush and regret it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PROGRESSION OF SEXUAL INtimacy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;So is Sex IN?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It starts with INfatuation&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then INvolvement&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next is INtimacy (starts with a kiss)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then INtercourse&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Afterwhich INanakan&lt;em&gt; (Filipino for being pregnant)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then INiwan &lt;em&gt;(Filipino for being left)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then what's next? INabort &lt;em&gt;(going on abortion)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So is it IN?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. If you really love someone you will sleep with him.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Answer: You're in charge&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Sex is the most important thing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Answer: No self esteem is.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Sex means instant adulthod.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Answer: Maturity do not depend on it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. My BF won't leave me if I have sex with him.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Answer: Sex won't made him yours, A baby can't make him stay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. It won't happen to me. I'm too young.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Answer: You are physically capable. Wait do with the right person, right time, right place and right purpose.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Sex makes "us" compatible.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Answer: Sex doesn't guaramtee compatibility. 3 out of 10 marriages end inseparation&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Sex like infatuation grows into love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Answer: Premarital sex takes away many things.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. LOve is a feeling.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Answer: Feeling is important it draws us to each other. But it is the decision to love that defines a real relationship.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There are two kinds of relationship:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; 1. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Infatuation&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, it's more on sexual attraction, feeling, intimacy, and pain. 2. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friendship&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, it's more of self discovery, rspect, trust, being one's self and inspiration to be better. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dating is okay as long as you know your limitations and you don't go out of that boundaries. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You don't want to get STD's or AIDS or you don't want to have abortion. At this point in time, people should be physically, emotionally, intellectually, financially and spiritually ready before one gets in to SEX.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For more information on the topic visit this &lt;a href="http://www.joshharris.com"&gt;site.&lt;/a&gt; You could also visit this &lt;a href="http://joshharrisblogson.blogspot.com"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; for more inspirational messages.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.feedburner.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/powered_by_fb.gif" alt="Powered by FeedBurner" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070641815705844469-2714371457465428755?l=purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2714371457465428755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070641815705844469&amp;postID=2714371457465428755' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/2714371457465428755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/2714371457465428755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/2007/02/inspired.html' title='Inspired.'/><author><name>Ann Rosselle Cortes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164746137908484879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IJ8LYBxeCcI/TbUf_plFfBI/AAAAAAAAAUY/lhdl9ommLFY/s220/188343_10150201777972786_818047785_9078849_8275604_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070641815705844469.post-93433135479642706</id><published>2007-02-07T20:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T20:46:53.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WEBSITES</title><content type='html'>This semester, I have my web design class. Before I had this subject, I just go to three websites: Friendster, Multiply and Yahoo. (In 2005, I gave up blogging in blogdrive)These are only the websites I frequently visit. I spend my time dealing with only these sites. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's a list of the sites I visit up to date:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com"&gt;Friendster&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://multiply.com"&gt;Multiply&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://miriampalster.ning.com"&gt;Ning&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogdrive.com"&gt;Blogdrive&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yahoo.com"&gt;Yahoo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gmail.com"&gt;Gmail&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pages.google.com"&gt;Googlepage&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com"&gt;Blogger&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://joelogs.elggspaces.com"&gt;Elggspaces&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://login.course.com"&gt;Login Course&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mcba.pbwiki.com"&gt;PBWiki&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.podomatic.com"&gt;Podomatic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imood.com"&gt;Imood&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cbox.ws"&gt;CBox&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mybloglog.com"&gt;MyBloglog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha! It's hard to manage remembering all the passwords and usernames I use. I should have just used one for all the sites.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.feedburner.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/powered_by_fb.gif" alt="Powered by FeedBurner" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070641815705844469-93433135479642706?l=purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/93433135479642706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070641815705844469&amp;postID=93433135479642706' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/93433135479642706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/93433135479642706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/2007/02/websites.html' title='WEBSITES'/><author><name>Ann Rosselle Cortes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164746137908484879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IJ8LYBxeCcI/TbUf_plFfBI/AAAAAAAAAUY/lhdl9ommLFY/s220/188343_10150201777972786_818047785_9078849_8275604_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070641815705844469.post-5065244920512421300</id><published>2007-02-06T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T22:32:57.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember this?</title><content type='html'>Remember Pepsi's Advertisement wherein they featured &lt;em&gt;Pink, Beyonce, and Britney?&lt;/em&gt; They even used the song "We will rock you". I don't just love that ad I was amazed on how Pepsi  really want to beat Coca-Cola. I think the ad is kinda figurative. Why? At the moment or even during the time this ad was aired on TV, Coca-Cola is the reigning softdrink in tinstletown. Right? Maybe it depends on your preference. But my Marketing Management professor, Mr. Charles Cruel (the man behind C2) told us, that for us to know the leading brand, we just look at how much the brand occupies a slot in the grocery. If it has bigger space, there's a big possibility that it's the leading brand. At the end of the ad they even dethroned the sort of "king". So, just view the ad down here and tell me if you think the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-tLJJRtUEMY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-tLJJRtUEMY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.feedburner.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/powered_by_fb.gif" alt="Powered by FeedBurner" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070641815705844469-5065244920512421300?l=purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5065244920512421300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070641815705844469&amp;postID=5065244920512421300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/5065244920512421300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/5065244920512421300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/2007/02/remember-this.html' title='Remember this?'/><author><name>Ann Rosselle Cortes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164746137908484879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IJ8LYBxeCcI/TbUf_plFfBI/AAAAAAAAAUY/lhdl9ommLFY/s220/188343_10150201777972786_818047785_9078849_8275604_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070641815705844469.post-2542601571919973131</id><published>2007-02-05T03:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T19:55:19.884-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Latest Craze: Post Valentine Psychosis</title><content type='html'>After my literature class, I don't know why thoughts are sudddenly flowing out of my head. I felt the urge to write. So, here it is. The title is Valentine Psychosis. Check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a portal in the midst&lt;br /&gt;of my unending search&lt;br /&gt;for the true meaning of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This portal allowed me&lt;br /&gt;to go to places i've never been.&lt;br /&gt;Places which I perceive as unreachable&lt;br /&gt;and non-existing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i enter,&lt;br /&gt;I found myself in complete happiness.&lt;br /&gt;I saw myself amazed.&lt;br /&gt;I found myself in awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The perfection of it's boundless beauty.&lt;br /&gt;The inanimate scenario which tends to surpass&lt;br /&gt;all life's burdens and trials.&lt;br /&gt;Little by little,&lt;br /&gt;I feel serenity.&lt;br /&gt;Serenity which captivates all the aspects of my entirety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A deep sigh.&lt;br /&gt;A long thinking.&lt;br /&gt;A smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept on entering from one portal to another.&lt;br /&gt;I kept on going deeper&lt;br /&gt;and deeper in the realms of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This portal seems overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;But in reality&lt;br /&gt;it's just a pure feeling.&lt;br /&gt;Pure emotions.&lt;br /&gt;Infatuation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I stand at the verge of life---&lt;br /&gt;the bridge out of the portal&lt;br /&gt;of temporary insanity. 010107&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.feedburner.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/powered_by_fb.gif" alt="Powered by FeedBurner" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070641815705844469-2542601571919973131?l=purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2542601571919973131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070641815705844469&amp;postID=2542601571919973131' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/2542601571919973131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/2542601571919973131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/2007/02/valentines-psychosis.html' title='Latest Craze: Post Valentine Psychosis'/><author><name>Ann Rosselle Cortes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164746137908484879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IJ8LYBxeCcI/TbUf_plFfBI/AAAAAAAAAUY/lhdl9ommLFY/s220/188343_10150201777972786_818047785_9078849_8275604_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070641815705844469.post-6749643737440903861</id><published>2007-01-29T21:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T21:24:41.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angelina SciFi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/Rb7WkLTTHWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/giASvgr2dfc/s1600-h/angelinascary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/Rb7WkLTTHWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/giASvgr2dfc/s320/angelinascary.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025690151189421410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.feedburner.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/powered_by_fb.gif" alt="Powered by FeedBurner" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070641815705844469-6749643737440903861?l=purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6749643737440903861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070641815705844469&amp;postID=6749643737440903861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/6749643737440903861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/6749643737440903861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/2007/01/angelina-scifi.html' title='Angelina SciFi'/><author><name>Ann Rosselle Cortes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164746137908484879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IJ8LYBxeCcI/TbUf_plFfBI/AAAAAAAAAUY/lhdl9ommLFY/s220/188343_10150201777972786_818047785_9078849_8275604_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/Rb7WkLTTHWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/giASvgr2dfc/s72-c/angelinascary.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070641815705844469.post-3391987482048365284</id><published>2007-01-26T05:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T06:21:38.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Better kind of music.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;          Do you have a favorite music? A favorite song? I am a hundred and one percent sure that you've got one? Right? Music is the food of the soul. That's why my dad always tell me that most people are &lt;em&gt;inspired&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;influenced&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;driven&lt;/em&gt; by the type of music they listen to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Before, my dad used to be so strict that he even controls what I listen to. There are times when the song is on the top spot on the billboard and I even don't know what that song is. But now, he doesn't need to check out the music that I listen to because he knows that I also have limitations when it comes to the music I listen to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Why is he that strict over music? He was once addicted to rock music. He got so influenced that he even repeated fourth year highschool at the Ateneo. He got his vices out of listening to those kind of music. I also remember that the man who murdered John Lennon, listened to their music, and the man said he heard a voice telling him to kill Lennon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              My dad researched about Backwardmasking and it's a technique that if you backward mask a song, you'll hear different languages or words being played over it's tune. Not to mention that it sounds like the Devil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;                 That is why I am so conscious of what I listen to. Now, Papa doesn't have to worry about what I listen to. First, I am already an adult and I know what to listen to. I am critical enough and I don't just take in what I listen to.&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;                 Have you heard about the &lt;a href="http://www.hillsong.com"&gt;Hillsong&lt;/a&gt;? It's a church and it's also a band at the same time. Hillsong is based in Australia and I like their so songs so much. If you have lime wire or other file sharing applications try listening to Hillsong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 Actually they're my favorite band. Since I was a kid I've been listening to their music. Before I used to be shy everytime someone asks me what music I like the most. But now, I realized that their music is better than the other so called "music". Why? Because their songs mean so much to me and to all the people who listen to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 Their songs are for Jesus and when you hear them, they're not the typical "mass" songs you hear. Their music is not boring and it's up to date. You can relate with their songs because you seem to have a deep relationship for Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 They have this song entitled "Better than Life". Last wednesday at our prayer meeting (yes, i actually attend a prayer gathering every wednesday), our band sang their song and evryone was like partying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  I have the video here, try to play it. At first, you may not like it but as the song goes on and on you'll probably love it the way that I do. I also have a copy of the lyrics so you could follow the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v0H2RhRPPNA" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Better Than Life"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better than the riches of this world&lt;br /&gt;Better than the sound of my friends voices&lt;br /&gt;Better than the biggest dreams of my heart&lt;br /&gt;And that's just the start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better than getting what I say I need&lt;br /&gt;Better than living the life that I want to&lt;br /&gt;Better than the love that anyone could give&lt;br /&gt;Your Love is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;You hold me now in Your arms,&lt;br /&gt;And never let me go&lt;br /&gt;You oh Lord made the sun shine&lt;br /&gt;And the moon light in the night sky&lt;br /&gt;You give me breath and all your love&lt;br /&gt;I give my heart to you&lt;br /&gt;Because I can't stop falling in love with you&lt;br /&gt;I'll never stop falling in love with you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.feedburner.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/powered_by_fb.gif" alt="Powered by FeedBurner" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070641815705844469-3391987482048365284?l=purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3391987482048365284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070641815705844469&amp;postID=3391987482048365284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>"Babies2"</title><content type='html'>Original&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/RbWdQ7TTHRI/AAAAAAAAAC0/A0TO3InUMYc/s1600-h/ann.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/RbWdQ7TTHRI/AAAAAAAAAC0/A0TO3InUMYc/s320/ann.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023093873523760402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edited Version&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/RbWclbTTHQI/AAAAAAAAACs/WhhseC6clNc/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/RbWclbTTHQI/AAAAAAAAACs/WhhseC6clNc/s320/Untitled.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023093126199450882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.feedburner.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/powered_by_fb.gif" alt="Powered by FeedBurner" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070641815705844469-9177145648656460416?l=purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9177145648656460416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070641815705844469&amp;postID=9177145648656460416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/9177145648656460416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/9177145648656460416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/2007/01/babies2.html' title='&quot;Babies2&quot;'/><author><name>Ann Rosselle Cortes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164746137908484879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IJ8LYBxeCcI/TbUf_plFfBI/AAAAAAAAAUY/lhdl9ommLFY/s220/188343_10150201777972786_818047785_9078849_8275604_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/RbWdQ7TTHRI/AAAAAAAAAC0/A0TO3InUMYc/s72-c/ann.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070641815705844469.post-915471347107505145</id><published>2007-01-19T01:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T01:15:50.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Baby on a Pan"</title><content type='html'>Original Pic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/RbCLmbTTHKI/AAAAAAAAABo/eBqdin6dRWc/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/RbCLmbTTHKI/AAAAAAAAABo/eBqdin6dRWc/s320/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021667076798094498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edited Version1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/RbCL-LTTHLI/AAAAAAAAABw/a_uicPdeCRQ/s1600-h/2-RGB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/RbCL-LTTHLI/AAAAAAAAABw/a_uicPdeCRQ/s320/2-RGB.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021667484819987634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edited Version2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/RbCMI7TTHMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/8LGKPfh3kbQ/s1600-h/panbaby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/RbCMI7TTHMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/8LGKPfh3kbQ/s320/panbaby.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021667669503581378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.feedburner.com" 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href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/2007/01/baby-on-pan.html' title='&quot;Baby on a Pan&quot;'/><author><name>Ann Rosselle Cortes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164746137908484879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IJ8LYBxeCcI/TbUf_plFfBI/AAAAAAAAAUY/lhdl9ommLFY/s220/188343_10150201777972786_818047785_9078849_8275604_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/RbCLmbTTHKI/AAAAAAAAABo/eBqdin6dRWc/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070641815705844469.post-8350595936461039031</id><published>2007-01-19T01:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T21:05:23.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Babies"</title><content type='html'>Babies.. to look like magical creation of my own... loving babies so much... not that i like to have one... but they make me feel relaxed especially when I look at their innocence... their smile... just love the purple touch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original Pic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/RbCLLLTTHII/AAAAAAAAABQ/r-D_ZLB14A4/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/RbCLLLTTHII/AAAAAAAAABQ/r-D_ZLB14A4/s320/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021666608646659202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Edited Version1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/RbCLULTTHJI/AAAAAAAAABY/gZtN3BUxn5U/s1600-h/annjanuary18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/RbCLULTTHJI/AAAAAAAAABY/gZtN3BUxn5U/s320/annjanuary18.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021666763265481874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Edited Version2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/RcgMc60D65I/AAAAAAAAAEM/884yNagyrxM/s1600-h/annjan19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/RcgMc60D65I/AAAAAAAAAEM/884yNagyrxM/s320/annjan19.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028282674922646418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.feedburner.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/powered_by_fb.gif" alt="Powered by FeedBurner" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070641815705844469-8350595936461039031?l=purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8350595936461039031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070641815705844469&amp;postID=8350595936461039031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/8350595936461039031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/8350595936461039031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/2007/01/babies.html' title='&quot;Babies&quot;'/><author><name>Ann Rosselle Cortes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164746137908484879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IJ8LYBxeCcI/TbUf_plFfBI/AAAAAAAAAUY/lhdl9ommLFY/s220/188343_10150201777972786_818047785_9078849_8275604_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/RbCLLLTTHII/AAAAAAAAABQ/r-D_ZLB14A4/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070641815705844469.post-964789452127310248</id><published>2007-01-19T01:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T21:21:06.178-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Friends" in Sepia Tone</title><content type='html'>Edited Version in Sepia Tone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/Rb7VeLTTHVI/AAAAAAAAADo/XTnotOX72sA/s1600-h/annrosselle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025688948598578514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/Rb7VeLTTHVI/AAAAAAAAADo/XTnotOX72sA/s320/annrosselle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Original Version&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/Rb7U-LTTHUI/AAAAAAAAADg/KMBfxsoZDBU/s1600-h/ann1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025688398842764610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/Rb7U-LTTHUI/AAAAAAAAADg/KMBfxsoZDBU/s320/ann1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/Rb7Ut7TTHTI/AAAAAAAAADY/mnccXvxs9eg/s1600-h/annrosselle.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.feedburner.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/powered_by_fb.gif" alt="Powered by FeedBurner" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070641815705844469-964789452127310248?l=purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/964789452127310248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070641815705844469&amp;postID=964789452127310248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/964789452127310248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/964789452127310248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/2007/01/friends-in-sepia-tone.html' title='&quot;Friends&quot; in Sepia Tone'/><author><name>Ann Rosselle Cortes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164746137908484879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IJ8LYBxeCcI/TbUf_plFfBI/AAAAAAAAAUY/lhdl9ommLFY/s220/188343_10150201777972786_818047785_9078849_8275604_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/Rb7VeLTTHVI/AAAAAAAAADo/XTnotOX72sA/s72-c/annrosselle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070641815705844469.post-7768272048403820624</id><published>2007-01-18T22:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T21:20:03.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"GAL"</title><content type='html'>I was wondering what to edit for my web design class first photo editing task (through GIMP). I was quite lost. But after a while, the idea just popped out of my mind. Getting a picture from Uncle Rick's blog. Not just that, I really went to visit his blog to seek some advice, help and inspiration on my very first graded edited work. Finally, I "manually" edited the picture. Putting colors... Making it more of a cartoon rather than a sketch, more animate, filling it out. The "gal" comes out of PIXAR's production... just kidding... nope it came from Rosel's land (my sort of didneyland).. my creation.. though an edited one.. still my own.. a work of my imagination...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/RbBrE7TTHDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WwWwUvA4G7c/s1600-h/gal+orig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/RbBrE7TTHDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WwWwUvA4G7c/s320/gal+orig.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021631316900387890" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/RbBrrrTTHEI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_atu2rmahI0/s1600-h/gal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/RbBrrrTTHEI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_atu2rmahI0/s320/gal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021631982620318786" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/RbBtdLTTHFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/N9UG_t3Qlvk/s1600-h/gal1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/RbBtdLTTHFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/N9UG_t3Qlvk/s320/gal1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021633932535471186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.feedburner.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/powered_by_fb.gif" alt="Powered by FeedBurner" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070641815705844469-7768272048403820624?l=purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7768272048403820624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070641815705844469&amp;postID=7768272048403820624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/7768272048403820624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/7768272048403820624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/2007/01/blue-outlined-picture-is-original-one.html' title='&quot;GAL&quot;'/><author><name>Ann Rosselle Cortes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164746137908484879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IJ8LYBxeCcI/TbUf_plFfBI/AAAAAAAAAUY/lhdl9ommLFY/s220/188343_10150201777972786_818047785_9078849_8275604_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_23aYCDorGkI/RbBrE7TTHDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WwWwUvA4G7c/s72-c/gal+orig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8070641815705844469.post-814968841397511225</id><published>2007-01-18T21:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T23:00:08.737-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ArtBlogging</title><content type='html'>Last week, I decided to make my artblog here at blogger. So I was trying to include this 'stuff' in my life. But good thing, Mr. Yuviengco, my Web Design Professor coincidentally asked us to open an account here at blogger. It was really a blessing. Now, it's no longer an added stuff in my life. Instead, it is something that is really close to my heart. This is something I love doing. I was really inspired by my uncle Rick's website. He has his own &lt;a href="http://www.rickcortes.com"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt; and his own &lt;a href="http://www.rickcortes.com/thedailyrick.html"&gt;artblog&lt;/a&gt;. So, here I am, trying to be "like" him. That was a joke. I am not trying to be like him, I just want to try out having an art blog. So I come up with this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now, I am asking permission from my family, friends, colleagues, church mates, and acquaintances, if I could link you guys here at my blog and please do it the same for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why an art blog? Simply because I love art - sketching, oil painting, lettering, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am from a family of artists. My grand father, Enrico Cortes did some artworks when he was younger. Some of his works are located in our house, some are in my relative's house. Actually, he didn't attempt to sell his works. But, right now, my tita's and tito's are asking for them. He was an interior designer and he has his own antique shop before. But now, my 'lolo papang', being a US citizen, chose to retire in the States with my grandmother and all his children except for my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A little trivia: actually, my dad was left here becasue he was adopted by my Grandfather's sister, Concepcion Cortes, who happened to be the very first antique dealer in the Philippines. By now, many antique dealers flourished from the different parts of the country. Some are actually closely related to my late grandma. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My uncle rick, brother of my dad, used to work for disney. Now, he's a freelance artist. Some of his works include visual effects for Phil of the Future, Tarzan1, Smallville and etc. If you want to know the whole list &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0181268/"&gt;click here.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyhow, I also thought that an artblog doesn't only contain artworks. It may also contain literature stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I'm not good at writing but I once heard that the ability to write is something one could learn doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.feedburner.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/powered_by_fb.gif" alt="Powered by FeedBurner" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8070641815705844469-814968841397511225?l=purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/814968841397511225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8070641815705844469&amp;postID=814968841397511225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/814968841397511225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8070641815705844469/posts/default/814968841397511225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplefreakgirl.blogspot.com/2007/01/last-week-i-decided-to-make-my-artblog.html' title='ArtBlogging'/><author><name>Ann Rosselle Cortes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164746137908484879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IJ8LYBxeCcI/TbUf_plFfBI/AAAAAAAAAUY/lhdl9ommLFY/s220/188343_10150201777972786_818047785_9078849_8275604_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
