<?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-20844647</id><updated>2011-10-22T15:18:44.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>perfectly tarnished</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>118</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20844647.post-7824424235077236922</id><published>2011-10-22T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T15:18:44.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>_the so-called pot_</title><content type='html'>If I am just working toward an end, I am confined to a process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps there's a reason why we never see the pot at the end of a rainbow. The rainbow in itself is a beauty. The rainbow is now. And the pot never turns out to be quite what we expected. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happens, happens. Let's just live.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20844647-7824424235077236922?l=perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/feeds/7824424235077236922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20844647&amp;postID=7824424235077236922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/7824424235077236922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/7824424235077236922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/2011/10/so-called-pot.html' title='_the so-called pot_'/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20844647.post-8087005193827802910</id><published>2011-10-22T10:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T10:49:37.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>_go with peace and love_</title><content type='html'>"Funny when you're dead how people start listening..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/7NJqUN9TClM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song moves me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20844647-8087005193827802910?l=perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/feeds/8087005193827802910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20844647&amp;postID=8087005193827802910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/8087005193827802910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/8087005193827802910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/2011/10/go-with-peace-and-love.html' title='_go with peace and love_'/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/7NJqUN9TClM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20844647.post-7677143067233060863</id><published>2011-10-09T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T01:08:41.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>_so true_</title><content type='html'>"Being paralyzed by indecision is worse than making the wrong decision."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahuh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to make firm decisions. Whether it's right or wrong is something I'll find out and deal with later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20844647-7677143067233060863?l=perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/feeds/7677143067233060863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20844647&amp;postID=7677143067233060863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/7677143067233060863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/7677143067233060863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/2011/10/so-true.html' title='_so true_'/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20844647.post-5570618464230080605</id><published>2011-09-06T22:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T22:26:38.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>_as you are_</title><content type='html'>I thought I'd run out of things to say about you for your yearly feature. :P But, I guess, a lifetime is not enough to describe how wonderful you are. I'm pretty sure that sometimes you fail to realize that, and this is why I am writing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our adventures have really come really a long way. From being seatmates at SMPC to becoming flatmates in SG. I'll never get tired of talking about our lives in the Lion City. :P You are the only person I know who would understand what that place meant to me (and to us). (This is my blog, and this entry is dedicated to you. To everyone else, this may bore you. :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bes, I know I speak for both of us when I say that living in the Lion City was a phase in our lives when we matured the most. It is true that you get to know someone better when you travel together, but you will get to know a person best when you share the same flat with him/her. :D We had our biggest misunderstandings during those years but they also made way for meaningful reconciliations and a rock solid friendship. It gave a whole new meaning to the term "housemates". The truth is, I would not have survived SG without you. Heck, I would not have survived all my heartaches without you. :P You made me realize that there really is so much in store for us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things that make you wonderful are things which I can't see, but things which I can feel. I lost count on the number of times you've made me laugh when I'm down. One of my favorites was the time you asked me to stop crying so that you could test your newly purchased eye shadow on me. :P I swear, I laughed the instant I heard you say that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made mistakes, but I was definitely right when I said that you'd be a great mom. I think it's amazing how you balance motherhood, marriage, career and friendship. Yes, all your friends' craziness can be a handful too. :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't put into words how much you've helped me and everyone around you become better persons. You do not only tell us that we'll be fine, you do your signature caring ways. It really is a blessing that we're all back home now. Maybe we need more time to be crazy together. And like I said before, no matter where we relocate, we would always have exclusive rights as best friends. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No other day is more appropriate to celebrate how grateful I am to have you as my best friend, and I can't help but let this glorious theme steep a bit in my mind and, cheesy as it sounds, in my heart right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all the laughter, for all the tears, for all the discoveries, for all the love -- thank you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t3VPXeW4KME/TmYq5JLo2zI/AAAAAAAAALA/-HVXHsr7lLM/s1600/19341_1310953978133_1359146010_30888200_7156131_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 235px; height: 305px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t3VPXeW4KME/TmYq5JLo2zI/AAAAAAAAALA/-HVXHsr7lLM/s320/19341_1310953978133_1359146010_30888200_7156131_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649249943788510002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday, my Bes! :) Love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20844647-5570618464230080605?l=perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/feeds/5570618464230080605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20844647&amp;postID=5570618464230080605&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/5570618464230080605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/5570618464230080605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/2011/09/as-you-are.html' title='_as you are_'/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t3VPXeW4KME/TmYq5JLo2zI/AAAAAAAAALA/-HVXHsr7lLM/s72-c/19341_1310953978133_1359146010_30888200_7156131_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20844647.post-708288685967982640</id><published>2010-12-31T18:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T18:43:37.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>_splendid_</title><content type='html'>I have a few things to write about where I've been, where I'm headed and everything in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that can wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I will breathe in the goodness of the very last day of the year. I am ending 2010 with much gratitude and welcoming 2011 with optimism and spunk. I think it's really the only way to go. And I'm truly happy that I am in the company of my loved ones on this occasion. Wherever you are, I hope you are celebrating the new year with the people you most care about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to finding new paths, new joys, and seeing beauty in the most unexpected situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An incredible new year awaits us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hokay, back to the kitchen to help prepare media noche! Mmmmm...I love the smell of fresh basil. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20844647-708288685967982640?l=perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/feeds/708288685967982640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20844647&amp;postID=708288685967982640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/708288685967982640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/708288685967982640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/2010/12/splendid.html' title='_splendid_'/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20844647.post-5743991754475189423</id><published>2010-10-31T23:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T23:22:16.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>_defining_</title><content type='html'>I felt my mouth pulling into the shape of protest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pointed out to her the obvious facts. I practically plotted out the dots. But I guess, some people really have a hard time connecting them. I can never quite believe how some people turn a blind eye to something big. Something serious. Something alarming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know we have to bear it (and I think I've done a good job on this). And sometimes, we have to pretend it's not happening. But it can't be this way for.e.ver. At some point, reality will sink in and you're gonna have to face it. At some point, you're gonna have to make that dreaded confrontation. Well guess what? That point came already. And since you couldn't do it, I thought I'd do it for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologize for the manner I said it. But I don't apologize for the message I was trying to send.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about time somebody did something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I won't stop here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20844647-5743991754475189423?l=perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/feeds/5743991754475189423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20844647&amp;postID=5743991754475189423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/5743991754475189423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/5743991754475189423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/2010/10/defining.html' title='_defining_'/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20844647.post-5288292810547556105</id><published>2010-09-26T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T23:14:36.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>_lanes_</title><content type='html'>I am gearing up for this week. September is about to end and it will be a busy time for me -- both at work and play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy to say that September has been good to me. Overall, it has been good. :) I finally took the big leap and somehow I managed to make everything work, and amazingly, make it work just in time! Just in time before I lose my sanity :P Thank God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not always easy. Just a few months ago I was ultimately feeling that I was down on my luck. And it's during those times when I tell myself that I really have to stay positive. Realistically positive. I am saying "realistically positive"  because I had an interesting talk with my teenage sister yesterday in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the age difference, my sister and I jibe in a lot of ways. But in this particular instance, I could really distinguish the age gap. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way she views life, is, well...idealistic. Probably a tad too much. Hearing a 15-year old tell me that the love of my life is just out there -- it's kinda funny and sweet. She said that when the time comes, she wants to marry her first love. She believes that her point of view comes from the fact that she's never experienced a heartbreak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judging by the hopeful look she was giving me, I knew I had to say something. "Well...marrying your first love..that's not gonna happen to me anymore, but maybe it could happen to you. But seriously, that's very idealistic. You even have a dream school for college!"  She replied with "I'm just being positive!" in a defensive yet sophisticated manner. Clearly, her definition of positivity and mine are worlds apart -- generations apart, if you will. And she wants to know everything. I, on the other hand, am old enough to know that I don't know everything. And I never will. And I'll let her discover this on her own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experience really does change your outlook in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter the age, however, I know that we both want to live life the best way we can. We're both game to suck the marrow out of life and to experience surreal kind of happiness every chance we get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always seem to have some of the most memorable conversations during car rides. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20844647-5288292810547556105?l=perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/feeds/5288292810547556105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20844647&amp;postID=5288292810547556105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/5288292810547556105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/5288292810547556105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/2010/09/lanes.html' title='_lanes_'/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20844647.post-4996923754474860746</id><published>2010-09-06T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T21:24:30.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>_To My Very Best_</title><content type='html'>A year ago today, we were all in the kitchen immersed in cooking. And all around the house we had balloons, colorful plates and cups, floating candles and even a HAPPY BIRTHDAY sign hung on the wall. The food could feed an entire army. The vodka and wine were overflowing. We were all psyched up for your birthday dinner. Why wouldn't we, you were turning 18. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were engaged. On the horizon was your wedding. You were B's fiancee and you had Chipmunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to today, you are happily married with a baby on the way. What a difference a year makes! We didn't expect you'd have a baby bump on your birthday this year, but as you've said, life is full of surprises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when you told me you probably needed more time to prepare yourself for motherhood. I guess all would-be moms feel that way at some point. I know this is coming from a single girl and I don't have the discernment that mothers have, but I do know with all my heart that you need no preparation. You need proof? God gave you Chipmunk and Riley at this point in your life. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a great mom. I say you ARE and not WILL BE, because even before Riley comes out, you are already a mom to Chipmunk. And with your caring ways, thoughtfulness and sense of responsibility that you show to me and your loved ones, motherhood has always been in your system. And it's just waiting to go full blast. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited for you Bes. I'm sure you will love motherhood. And like most things in our lives, this is something you have to experience first so that I can learn from you again. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how many more little ones you'll have and wherever life takes us (do I hear Canada and Denmark? :P), I will always be your best friend and the coolest "tita ninang" of your kids. (I hope no eyebrows will be raised about that coolest tita ninang thing haha!) And if there would be days when you feel like you're not doing a good job as a mom, I'll always be there to prove you wrong. Ok, I know B would probably do that, but I'll be there to do the explaining part. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday my very best friend! Love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because my last blog entry about our old flat made me reminisce, I chose this pic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scs1fghe0VY/TITrUQhxKqI/AAAAAAAAAJE/nSNRqSpBxV8/s1600/4752_1169820529885_1359146010_30459124_6957834_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scs1fghe0VY/TITrUQhxKqI/AAAAAAAAAJE/nSNRqSpBxV8/s320/4752_1169820529885_1359146010_30459124_6957834_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513790577074842274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chiang Kai-Shek Memorial Hall: our trip to Taipei :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20844647-4996923754474860746?l=perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/feeds/4996923754474860746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20844647&amp;postID=4996923754474860746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/4996923754474860746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/4996923754474860746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/2010/09/to-my-very-best.html' title='_To My Very Best_'/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scs1fghe0VY/TITrUQhxKqI/AAAAAAAAAJE/nSNRqSpBxV8/s72-c/4752_1169820529885_1359146010_30459124_6957834_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20844647.post-7473347377256363074</id><published>2010-08-31T22:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T22:05:23.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>_more than a pad_</title><content type='html'>Long overdue, but I'm finally taking time to write about something important to me and my bes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am admittedly sentimental. With that said, I was a little sad leaving the flat we've lived in for 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you say goodbye to a place where you spent probably half of your life in a foreign land?&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;br /&gt;The simplest things gave life to this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scs1fghe0VY/THzCxEksp_I/AAAAAAAAAH8/95hkoSdIhCY/s1600/5166_95665413790_554703790_2094254_4654889_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scs1fghe0VY/THzCxEksp_I/AAAAAAAAAH8/95hkoSdIhCY/s320/5166_95665413790_554703790_2094254_4654889_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511494192291686386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: my first Christmas in Singapore, 2008 ::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how the smell of freshly brewed barako coffee wakes us up during weekend mornings. Pair that coffee with our homemade choco banana pancake or cinnanom toast and my day is already complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scs1fghe0VY/THzC8bOxr4I/AAAAAAAAAIE/KjCgi_hc_uM/s1600/5166_95667413790_554703790_2094278_532043_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scs1fghe0VY/THzC8bOxr4I/AAAAAAAAAIE/KjCgi_hc_uM/s320/5166_95667413790_554703790_2094278_532043_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511494387352317826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: father's day 2009/vodka night with my dad, no less!::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scs1fghe0VY/THzDHABMGnI/AAAAAAAAAIM/lqL2eXHRwC0/s1600/27717_386814633790_554703790_4155921_3136370_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scs1fghe0VY/THzDHABMGnI/AAAAAAAAAIM/lqL2eXHRwC0/s320/27717_386814633790_554703790_4155921_3136370_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511494569026132594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: another one of those vodka nights with our giant cards ::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love lazing on the couch or in my bed during hot afternoons dressed in house clothes that outsiders are not supposed to see (although sometimes it happens by accident. Tsk tsk!) I love staring at my orange bedroom walls and how they actually make my day and even night bright. (Sorry, no photo of my bedroom for this post.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scs1fghe0VY/THzDRsKXMZI/AAAAAAAAAIU/1JBJmRj4Bsk/s1600/10227_1225915412222_1359146010_30652357_5284571_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scs1fghe0VY/THzDRsKXMZI/AAAAAAAAAIU/1JBJmRj4Bsk/s320/10227_1225915412222_1359146010_30652357_5284571_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511494752674460050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: my favorite corner in the living room ::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was this place that made me enjoy doing chores. Whoever thought I'd love being Inday. :P And thanks to having a chef of a best friend and flatmate, I never missed most of the Filipino dishes since we make it in our own kitchen. Chicken adobo with ginger, daing na bangus, sinigang na hipon, adobong pusit and our award winning leche flan all kept homesickness at bay. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scs1fghe0VY/THzDbPHNrSI/AAAAAAAAAIc/T3CDOQR0pN8/s1600/4752_1170373263703_1359146010_30460572_1465775_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scs1fghe0VY/THzDbPHNrSI/AAAAAAAAAIc/T3CDOQR0pN8/s320/4752_1170373263703_1359146010_30460572_1465775_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511494916675317026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: the hallway which we passed by a thousand times ::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flat was witness to a lot of memorable moments: birthday celebrations that were fun from the preparation stage until we wrapped up; my first Christmas in SG which I thought I'd spend alone but turned out to be a party (we even had friends fly in from Manila); countless vodka and wine nights which consisted of conversations from shallow to serious stuff about our future plans (work and love life included), and our past (work and love life definitely included); from the bathroom sink, my best friend announced that she was engaged and I shrieked with delight; in my bedroom and practically anywhere in the house, we discussed her wedding plans; we made the dining area a factory of purple themed wedding favors; knocking on my bedroom door on an ordinary friday, Sam showed me her pregnancy test kit where the word "pregnant" was glaring at me -- and that friday turned out to be extraordinary! And from then on, we discusssed everything there is to discuss about pregnancy. I especially enjoyed discussing possible names for their baby. I am just so happy now that they are not naming him Brandon (no offense to all the Brandons out there).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scs1fghe0VY/THzDk68w68I/AAAAAAAAAIk/B25jfJGlJLA/s1600/10227_1225915892234_1359146010_30652368_3461969_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scs1fghe0VY/THzDk68w68I/AAAAAAAAAIk/B25jfJGlJLA/s320/10227_1225915892234_1359146010_30652368_3461969_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511495083061472194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: sam's birthday sparklers which almost caused fire :P ::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more personal note, this flat, specifically my bedroom, became my refuge. It was where I cried myself to sleep and and recovered from heartaches. I won't elaborate on that anymore. What's important is I'm ok now, and I will always remember our Compassvale flat as the place where I dealt with the worst and celebrated the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scs1fghe0VY/THzDvZzeKTI/AAAAAAAAAIs/nS5PwKGftbk/s1600/11136_214221893790_554703790_3286200_7601106_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scs1fghe0VY/THzDvZzeKTI/AAAAAAAAAIs/nS5PwKGftbk/s320/11136_214221893790_554703790_3286200_7601106_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511495263142684978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: our very last big gathering: my 31st ::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And most importantly, this flat was where we nurtured a home. Bes and I have always wanted to be flatmates and Singapore made that happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving this flat was altogether a different thing for me. I was not only vacating a flat. I was leaving something good for the hope of something better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20844647-7473347377256363074?l=perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/feeds/7473347377256363074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20844647&amp;postID=7473347377256363074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/7473347377256363074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/7473347377256363074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/2010/08/more-than-pad.html' title='_more than a pad_'/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scs1fghe0VY/THzCxEksp_I/AAAAAAAAAH8/95hkoSdIhCY/s72-c/5166_95665413790_554703790_2094254_4654889_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20844647.post-4394240797520446479</id><published>2010-07-29T00:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T00:35:54.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>_alongside_</title><content type='html'>I winced. I was in the middle of taking it all in. I assumed it was a shade less dramatic than others, but the elements it had, at that time, was a big deal to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My initial private reaction was one of very little surprise with seemingly a hint of annoyance. Why wouldn't there be? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really is difficult to see that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;things happen for a reason&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; when you are the one stuck in a bad situation. No amount of advice is going to make sense to you until you get out of it. That powerful moment is never hurried. Never forced. And definitely never known when it's going take place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I waited for that moment. While I did, I listened. Observed. Processed. This was how I learned and coped, exactly as everyone does. From sideways comment over cold beer and fried food, sudden bursts of realization, or strange parallels that come curling out of a song, out of a movie, out of ad posters, out of a joke, and even out of a bad joke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stand back with half a smile and say to myself -- "this is how the world works".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still waiting for that moment. And until it comes, I will marvel at all these details around me. And even if the moment does come, I will still marvel at anything that makes me alive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to get so used to the world that nothing amazes me anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20844647-4394240797520446479?l=perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/feeds/4394240797520446479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20844647&amp;postID=4394240797520446479&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/4394240797520446479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/4394240797520446479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/2010/07/alongside.html' title='_alongside_'/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20844647.post-6324477522501107141</id><published>2010-06-29T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T19:03:35.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>_veer_</title><content type='html'>So THIS is what they meant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes, the hardest thing and the right thing are the same." Throw in another line which says “Do one thing everyday that scares you”, and I think I have made my 2010 the exciting year I have hoped for. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And we’re only in the month of June.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I am usually the first one to say that “change is always good”. Believing this helps me to accept changes  – planned or not. It gets me excited about life. And believing it prevents me from doubting. Regretting. And God forbid, sulking.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Nothing ever prepares you for such swift changes. No matter how carefully you plan things, something always happens differently. Life is indeed not all about what we make it, but for the most part, it’s how we take it. I am coping and trying to see THIS as a bearable circumstance. That’s really all there is to it. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I made a decision -- a critical one. And I am accepting and managing the things that come with it. One of which is waiting for the outcome. The agony of waiting is sheer torture.  But I am taking it well. I think I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, I'm still standing. And I am grateful to be given choices in life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20844647-6324477522501107141?l=perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/feeds/6324477522501107141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20844647&amp;postID=6324477522501107141&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/6324477522501107141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/6324477522501107141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/2010/06/veer.html' title='_veer_'/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20844647.post-8135606067262608167</id><published>2010-05-31T23:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T00:17:56.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>_leap_</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scs1fghe0VY/TAPgHkjbZ-I/AAAAAAAAAHU/8U7yhEN4dr4/s1600/31177_399462598790_554703790_4452211_5347294_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scs1fghe0VY/TAPgHkjbZ-I/AAAAAAAAAHU/8U7yhEN4dr4/s320/31177_399462598790_554703790_4452211_5347294_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477467992488634338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scs1fghe0VY/TAPgCTgY1OI/AAAAAAAAAHM/yWNmjfSf5xY/s1600/32227_397112878790_554703790_4390894_5062964_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scs1fghe0VY/TAPgCTgY1OI/AAAAAAAAAHM/yWNmjfSf5xY/s320/32227_397112878790_554703790_4390894_5062964_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477467902013134050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              -= My farewell dinner at The Line =-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say endings are beginnings of beautiful things. I love beginnings especially if it's one that involves something I bravely decided to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just repost my recent facebook status as this line really struck me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"More powerful than the will to win is the courage to begin."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really glad and grateful that I had the courage to make this change. I can't wait to begin my new journey. Thank you Lord! This really is for your greater glory. All of it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20844647-8135606067262608167?l=perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/feeds/8135606067262608167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20844647&amp;postID=8135606067262608167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/8135606067262608167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/8135606067262608167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/2010/05/leap.html' title='_leap_'/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scs1fghe0VY/TAPgHkjbZ-I/AAAAAAAAAHU/8U7yhEN4dr4/s72-c/31177_399462598790_554703790_4452211_5347294_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20844647.post-8197014933537800623</id><published>2010-04-25T23:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T16:41:34.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>_whisk_</title><content type='html'>Everything, it seemed, was forgiven and mended. I experienced anticipated homecomings, joyful gatherings, wonderful celebrations, heartfelt talks. And I imagined more of these to come. This was all I ever needed to supposedly forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course it didn't last. How could it? When a single, important evidence just popped out of nowhere, it was enough for me to remember. To be stirred. To &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;feel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. And disturbingly, to question if I have really forgiven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have been outraged, but the feeling of being tormented by doubts came first -- and prevailed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in awe at the fact that it's always me who gets to witness all these distressing matters. Yes, I am the "chosen one". I am just thankful that it hasn't turned me into a spiteful person. A wise woman told me that there is a big reason why I find myself in this rather fragile position that I never really chose to be in. Not too long from now, this will all make sense. Perfect sense. And whatever dots that have to be connected will be made by, yep -- yours truly. I hope she is right. She better be. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm hanging in there. I have been doing it for years anyway. I choose to overcome. I am still part of a blissful, elated world at least for a moment. Whatever absurdity that comes in the next hour or the next day scarcely matters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20844647-8197014933537800623?l=perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/feeds/8197014933537800623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20844647&amp;postID=8197014933537800623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/8197014933537800623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/8197014933537800623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/2010/04/whisk.html' title='_whisk_'/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20844647.post-2065392376471027122</id><published>2010-03-31T23:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T23:53:01.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>_marked_</title><content type='html'>I thought January and February went by so fast. March was even faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waay faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the beginning of the 2nd quarter of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March was a whirlwind month for all of us. I swear, time gets faster as you grow older (kainis bakit ganun :P).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the crazy month of March, I discovered something about myself. This certain experience caused me not exactly fear and not precisely comfort. It’s somewhere in between I guess – if that makes sense at all. The irony of it all is, while it was entirely a great day of discovery, it was in fact something I knew all along. It was an entity that was just untapped. I should probably say that it was a day of reaffirming what I’ve already possessed yet almost doubted. And I thought the experience was a rare enough episode at my age. I wish I could be more precise on what I’m talking about here, but I can’t :P. Only my Bes would know what I’m pertaining to -- which brings me to the most important event that happened this month:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY BEST FRIEND IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD GOT MARRIED!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scs1fghe0VY/S7L7b825jdI/AAAAAAAAAGc/5QOrgWzltGI/s1600/bride+and+groom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scs1fghe0VY/S7L7b825jdI/AAAAAAAAAGc/5QOrgWzltGI/s320/bride+and+groom.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454698556310523346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best wishes B and Bes! (photo courtesy of Mike Frias)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m still on a high about their beautiful, beautiful, wedding! I’ll write about that later. Perhaps I could talk about her bachelorette party too. Haha! It was the most hilarious party I’ve arranged and attended. Thanks to the girls, the party was a success! I wish we could party like that every month. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good holy week everybody! It’s the perfect time for reflection.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20844647-2065392376471027122?l=perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/feeds/2065392376471027122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20844647&amp;postID=2065392376471027122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/2065392376471027122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/2065392376471027122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/2010/03/marked.html' title='_marked_'/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scs1fghe0VY/S7L7b825jdI/AAAAAAAAAGc/5QOrgWzltGI/s72-c/bride+and+groom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20844647.post-3320857604353106466</id><published>2010-02-27T23:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T23:26:58.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>_gotta roar into the year of the tiger_</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scs1fghe0VY/S4k3d1mbx0I/AAAAAAAAAGM/umEUvN7KhN4/s1600-h/CIMG0953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scs1fghe0VY/S4k3d1mbx0I/AAAAAAAAAGM/umEUvN7KhN4/s320/CIMG0953.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442942610397972290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::Happy faces at the Chinese New Year Red Party::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gong Xi Fa Cai everybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year Celebration is coming to an end -- tomorrow to be exact. February all happened in a blink of an eye. Both my personal and work life have been....eventful. I wanted to say stressful, but I'm starting to have a more positive take on things again. I still whine here and there, but a minute or two later I get back on track. I really have to anyway. Who else is gonna help me but myself, right? By God's grace, I'll be fine. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those things that happened this month really kept me busy, which is not to say that I didn't have time for reflection. Lots of it. Yes, I have this terrible habit of thinking too much. Doing so makes me feel like I'm locked in a circle of calmness and safety.  It usually happens on my way home -- particularly that moment when I'm walking from the train station to the flat. Passing by the park (the quiet, clean and lovely park in our neighborhood) at night puts me in the perfect mood to think. Overthink. Pray. And sometimes, as much as I hate it to admit it...cry. I even sit on the bench for a while. Blame Singapore for putting up so many parks like this one. :P I will probably spend 1/4 of my time here in SG sitting on park benches pondering about life. Pathetic? Well, that's how I get by. Of course sometimes I think my problems are nothing compared to others'. But what am I supposed to do? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is the set of problems given to me. I have to deal with it and I am licensed to cry over it if I want to. If I have to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While it helps to think that others have bigger problems, sometimes I can't help but feel down about my own share. The last time I felt like this was, I think, about 5 years ago. I remember writing in my old blog that I was lonely, and that the loneliness was palpable. Kind of happening again lately. The only difference this time is that there is one person I know who can actually take away that loneliness. But that person is probably thinking of the same thing about me, and experiencing the exact same thing I'm going through. Whew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But life goes on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Year of the Tiger is welcoming me with open arms :) Might as well reciprocate! Like I said, I'm trying to be more positive again. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you're reading this, yes, I was talking about you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20844647-3320857604353106466?l=perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/feeds/3320857604353106466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20844647&amp;postID=3320857604353106466&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/3320857604353106466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/3320857604353106466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/2010/02/gotta-roar-into-year-of-tiger.html' title='_gotta roar into the year of the tiger_'/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scs1fghe0VY/S4k3d1mbx0I/AAAAAAAAAGM/umEUvN7KhN4/s72-c/CIMG0953.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20844647.post-3339590474888974076</id><published>2010-01-21T00:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T09:35:15.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>_level_</title><content type='html'>It really is true -- that everything is fragmentary, and it's up to us to supply the missing link. I suspect, however, that sometimes the missing link remains just that -- missing. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I feel like I've done everything on my part, yet I still feel that somehow it's not enough. It's never enough. I give whatever I could, offer everything I could. Explained everything there is to explain -- and God knows how long that is. :P But there will always be something missing. There's always something the world withholds from me. Maybe it's supposed to be that way. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But for a long time I held on to a certain belief that there is an answer to everything. The answers could be vague or even bad, but THERE IS something. There is a door to everything. If only you could find it. If only I could find it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want to find it now.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Waiting is particularly hard for someone like me. The heart of my problem, as I see it, is that I am -- as I have made it clear to most people -- not very patient. I'm sure the society (and by that I mean my mother) agrees with this. I am surprised to learn, however, that despite my being patience challenged, I have certain qualities of martyrdom when it comes to that one thing that makes us all fools.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Why do I feel that everything is pointless despite all the efforts we put in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired. And I am running on low fuel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ok. I am done contemplating. I'm going to bed now. :) *&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20844647-3339590474888974076?l=perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/feeds/3339590474888974076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20844647&amp;postID=3339590474888974076&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/3339590474888974076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/3339590474888974076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/2010/01/level.html' title='_level_'/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20844647.post-839353113674819014</id><published>2010-01-02T01:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T11:14:08.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>_steady_</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;For the past 3 years, my January 1st has always been filled with both happiness and well, some sad moments. The balance is just perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;It tells me that life, for the rest of year, will be filled with both and can even happen progressively. It also tells me that I am capable of handling anything that comes my way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Today, I learned yet again that plans can change and promises can be empty. And while I enjoy the wonderful moments in life, I should always be ready for any letdowns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;I'm ready for anything. I'm ready to face 2010! :)&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20844647-839353113674819014?l=perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/feeds/839353113674819014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20844647&amp;postID=839353113674819014&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/839353113674819014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/839353113674819014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/2010/01/steady.html' title='_steady_'/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20844647.post-7239280111754017443</id><published>2009-12-31T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T01:45:56.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>_welcoming 2010_</title><content type='html'>  &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" href="http://kaleine.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/3426"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" href="http://kaleine.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/3427"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.kaleine.multiply.com/image/wUT5aGOpC-N0QvZ3R6ZB1g/photos/1M/300x300/3427/IMG-1062.JPG?et=FtSWxN8zYTl1z1XDnKj29Q&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am really excited for 2010! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Have an amazing year ahead everybody! May we continue to feel the love and goodness of God all year through.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20844647-7239280111754017443?l=perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/feeds/7239280111754017443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20844647&amp;postID=7239280111754017443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/7239280111754017443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/7239280111754017443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/2009/12/welcoming-2010.html' title='_welcoming 2010_'/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20844647.post-2522151758767495403</id><published>2009-12-20T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T01:19:08.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>_salamat_</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://kaleine.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/3395"&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" border="0" src="http://images.kaleine.multiply.com/image/8QcBunezKZQQuPCRYARtxw/photos/1M/300x300/3395/IMG-0039.JPG?et=a%2Bv2bmQdbHhODN6CeZ4rmg&amp;nmid=0"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;Thank you to everyone who remembered. :) It was indeed a happy and wonderful birthday.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;And to all the guys who came to my birthday celebration which lasted til 5:30am the next day, thank you. :) I never thought I could still stay up that late. :P I'll post the photos here soon! In the meantime, you can browse them at facebook. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20844647-2522151758767495403?l=perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/feeds/2522151758767495403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20844647&amp;postID=2522151758767495403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/2522151758767495403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/2522151758767495403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/2009/12/salamat.html' title='_salamat_'/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20844647.post-1734275503823127751</id><published>2009-12-18T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T23:37:15.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>_before it's over_</title><content type='html'>The year is about to end. But before that, it's Christmas -- my favorite holiday. And before that, I turn a year older. :) I am both happy and contemplative this time of the year. Perhaps I could say I am "happily contemplating". :)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This year started with quite a few emotional episodes in my life. I exhausted all I could to save something which I thought was precious. Turned out, it was only precious to ME. That thing I wanted to share, I had all to myself. But there was no use keeping it for myself. As with anything that destroys me, I let it go.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;In so many instances, I had difficulties at work, but then I learned to endure. And I got a raise. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I got my heart broken, only to be whole again. Perhaps even more cohesive this time. (Thanks to someone who is taking good care of it. *winks*)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I met new people and found out those who are really showing their true colors.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Both funny and lovely moments made me see that it's not only mothers who know best, your best friends do too. :)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I was convinced, prematurely as it turned out, that some people hurt you out of selfishness. &lt;br /&gt;I will say it again, it really is a dog-eat-dog world. And I probably experience this every single day.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I realized in so many ways who truly deserves my heart. Furthermore, I learned that in this world, a few men are worth catching, and fewer still are worth keeping. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I read from a book that everything is fragmentary. It's up to us to supply the missing link. It's true. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Anything good and important is hard. Like relationships. And sometimes, even my sanity. :P Being away from my family only made me closer to them. In terms of long distance relationships, I am now a believer. :) It CAN and WILL work if both parties really want it.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This year I made decisions, decisions, decisions. Some of which I had to ponder on for hours, some for days, some dragged for a few months. Some are even still bound to change.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It took Singapore for me to realize and do some of the things I really want out of life. And now I know how, where and when I want to do them. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I had a handful of problems this year, but I always made it a point to remind myself that my blessings are always more than my so-called problems. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I'm excited to experience the rest of my 2009, and even more excited what's in store for  2010. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;As the song goes, "What comes is better than what came before." :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20844647-1734275503823127751?l=perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/feeds/1734275503823127751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20844647&amp;postID=1734275503823127751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/1734275503823127751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/1734275503823127751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/2009/12/before-it-over.html' title='_before it&amp;#39;s over_'/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20844647.post-3494673179210607180</id><published>2009-12-17T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T00:56:02.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>_festive spirit_</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;Hope you guys are in a festive spirit! :)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://kaleine.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/3271"&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" border="0" src="http://images.kaleine.multiply.com/image/6t1cpwZjWoVdDifsE4keDg/photos/1M/300x300/3271/IMG-0400.JPG?et=P%2CF4kGPBjQbpbYWtH5SLbw&amp;nmid=0"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;I know we are! :) We are busy preparing for the holidays as we will be spending it at the place which is known to have the longest Christmas celebration. :)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;See you guys soon!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20844647-3494673179210607180?l=perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/feeds/3494673179210607180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20844647&amp;postID=3494673179210607180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/3494673179210607180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/3494673179210607180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/2009/12/festive-spirit.html' title='_festive spirit_'/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20844647.post-4136163011747180136</id><published>2009-11-24T17:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T23:03:13.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>_bubble_</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;Growing up as a kid, I was quite dreamy. Then came a dreamy adolescence --  just letting life happen to me. It took me years to get myself wide awake and years later I was dozing off again. Fading inward. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Things turned around in the past year or two. There is no time to sleep. Snoozing won't get you anywhere.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;I was clutched to the factors around me. The city's vibe. People rushing everywhere. People queueing everywhere. From sun up to sun down, there is no spot that won't keep you awake. And I wonder what everyone is rushing for. We're always headed for somewhere and we're always in a hurry. And when I look around, every person is holding a mobile phone. Who is everyone calling anyway? Back in the day, a cellphone was NOT a necessity. But all these things -- all these things -- I am a part of. That's what I was afraid of. All those details and their demand from me. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;A little quiet time helps. Over two cups of hot black coffee I reevaluate my priorities and my purpose. Still figuring out the latter sometimes. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Pausing gives me a chance to feel everything. Or nothing.  &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;I think about my day to day activities and say to myself that despite all the rush, I am still in control -- for the most part at least. Then I start dreaming again, with my eyes wide open this time. I think about all the cheerful things and relax. I do this for as long as I can. I do this until the time comes when I have to rush again. Just for this short moment I let things flow. And I realize that at any age, I can be dreamy. It gives me something to look forward to. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Have you dreamed lately?&lt;/font&gt; &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20844647-4136163011747180136?l=perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/feeds/4136163011747180136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20844647&amp;postID=4136163011747180136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/4136163011747180136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/4136163011747180136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/2009/11/bubble.html' title='_bubble_'/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20844647.post-6416319546554330190</id><published>2009-11-11T21:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T21:55:58.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>_engaged_</title><content type='html'>Take a peek at my best friend and her fiance's engagement shoot at the beautiful Bella Roca Resort in Marinduque a.k.a. Santorini of the Philippines: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jeffandlisaphotography.com/?p=1960"&gt;B, Sam and Bella Roca&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely, isn't it? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20844647-6416319546554330190?l=perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/feeds/6416319546554330190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20844647&amp;postID=6416319546554330190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/6416319546554330190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/6416319546554330190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/2009/11/engaged.html' title='_engaged_'/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20844647.post-3027241615605404539</id><published>2009-10-23T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T00:14:10.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>_sound_</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663333"&gt;I lost the excitement for surprises in my late 20's when I realized that it's not easy to surprise me. It's no fun surprising me - at all. I always, always, manage to spoil the surprise. Curiosity really does kill the cat.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;But there was one thing that totally caught me off guard. Healing came as a surprise. I had no idea it was coming my way. I didn't expect to be immensely healed and for it to be happening when it did. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663333"&gt;With healing came happiness.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663333"&gt;I guess, it still holds true, that things happen when you least expect them, more so when you try to avoid it. Although I must admit that I knew that the idea of being healed again is a steady light bulb at the edge of my vision. It's always there. It's always switched on.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Once again I learned that nothing is ever promised. Cherish what you have now. And like what my friend Jayvee told me, I should lock my happiness and throw away the key. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;And I just have to say...I never understood what it felt like to be swept off your feet.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663333"&gt;Until now.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20844647-3027241615605404539?l=perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/feeds/3027241615605404539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20844647&amp;postID=3027241615605404539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/3027241615605404539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/3027241615605404539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/2009/10/sound.html' title='_sound_'/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20844647.post-2313102630220549636</id><published>2009-09-29T17:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T21:38:50.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOCATION BREAKDOWN FOR VOLUNTEERS AND DONATIONS FOR VICTIMS OF TYPHOON ONDOY</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;Bayanihan is indeed alive. &lt;/p&gt; Reposting from superbianca's blog.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QUEZON CITY:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;- go to ateneo de manila university, katipunan avenue, and proceed to the college covered courts to volunteer. shifts are in three hour cycles. you can go as early as 6AM but it goes on the whole day.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;- please bring packed/cooked food to 12 Denmark, Loyola Grand Villas, QC, and help @patriciahizon whose group was the only one helping the victims in tumana today.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;- TULONG BAYAN, to volunteer, just go to Balay Expo Center in Cubao, Edsa cor McArthur, 8AM onwards. contact (02) 9137122 and look for Mary, May or Cam &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;- donations accepted in MIRIAM COLLEGE insa office.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;- donations also accepted in UP DILIMAN student council office at vinzons hall.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;- for the GMA Kapuso Foundation, you can drop your donations at Samar St. cor GMA Network drive, QC. Behind GMA complex. Beside Malayan Bank. Tel # 9284299, 9289351, 9827777.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;- for those who want to volunteer for sagip kapamilya: call 4132667/4160387, or go to #13 examiner st., west triangle, QC&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;- the other address for sagip kapamilya is sct. bayoran corner tomas morato. look for Girlie Aragon or Jet at 0916-7227806 or 0929-5348176&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;- this is the REAL SAGIP KAPAMILYA ACCOUNT for your donations: banco de oro #56 300 20111 under abs-cbn foundation. to all those spreading fake accounts, please naman..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MANILA:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;- DLSU along taft avenue will be accepting any and all kinds of donations starting 830AM.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;- csb alumni also accepting donations at 9/f dls-csb school of design and arts building, along pablo ocampo street, vito cruz.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;- UST is also accepting your donations, proceed to the Tan Yan Kee Student Center.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;- donations can be dropped off at victory church in malate, call 5221212 or visit the victory website.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PASIG:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;- MEGATENT, Meralco Ave, Ortigas beside Renaissance: need more volunteers and donations! Very big space! Open 24 hrs til Friday!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;- according to @margaga, poveda school (beside galleria) opens 9AM tomorrow and is open to all volunteers and any kind of donations.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;- according to @angel21kawaii, CFC Center in Ortigas is receiving donations in cash or in kind. Call (02)7270682-87 or 09195359036.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;- donations can be dropped off at victory church in ortigas, contact 6311212 or visit the victory website.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MANDALUYONG:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;- GAWAD KALINGA is accepting volunteers and donations, base is RFM gym in pioneer. Contact Raul Dizon 09178888109 and Felice Caringal 09178888304. for other GK sites you can help out, check out this blog.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAKATI:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;- White Space in Pasong Tamo ext. / Chino Roces is in need of volunteers to pack goods&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;- you can drop of your donations at Assumption College, San Lorenzo Village, Makati&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;- you can drop off your donations at the following stores in rockwell powerplant mall: aranaz, luca, greyone social.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TAGUIG or FORT area:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;- donations can be dropped off at victory church in the fort, you can call 8171212 or visit the victory website.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;- you can drop off your donations in embassy superclub in the fort.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PASAY:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;- @elizabacud shares that Manila Doctors College will also be accepting donations. Bring anything that can help at Speech Lab., Macapagal Blvd, PasayCity&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SAN JUAN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;- La Salle Greenhills, Xavier School, and ICA (right beside Xavier) are also accepting donations. Xavier will be accepting goods till 12midnight.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FAIRVIEW area:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;- Help needed in Fairview and Novaliches. Please send clothes, food, water, meds &amp; blankets to the Divine Savior Parish in North Fairview.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SOUTH (alabang, las pinas, paranaque):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;- drop donations or volunteer at DE LA SALLE ZOBEL. Contact Ms. Angie Brazan at the Social Action Office 0917-8597602&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;- you can drop donations at the ATC concierge, call 8422782 or 7721860&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;- san beda alabang in alabang hills village is also accepting donations&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;- you can help pack donations 10AM at st. james church, ayala alabang village&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;- you may volunteer at Red Cross Alabang - ATC along Zapote Road fronting National Bookstore call 8097131 for info&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;- CFC center in Las Pinas City is accepting donations. it is near Verdant and in front of the construction of SM Center Las Pinas. Contact 09174493154 / 8460809&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;- There are two new drop-off points for relief goods. Recipients will be various areas, including flooded Para�aque &amp; Muntinlupa areas. You can get in touch with Jeff Tagle (09178875824) and Katrina Villareal (09175298332) respectively for details.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BAGUIO:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;- donations can be dropped off at the ABSCBN Baguio Office&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;- donations are also accepted at the Baguio Convention Center Executive Room from 10am til 4pm starting tomorrow til Friday. Volunteers are urged to come. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;- Organizing a soup kitchen. Baguio donating vegetables to arrive via Victory Liner. Contact Dave at 09178396179.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BULACAN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;- RedCross bulacan accepts donations. It is located in Malolos Bulacan, near bulacan capitol :)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CAGAYAN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;- send your donations to the kkp office in xavier university, ATENEO DE CAGAYAN.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CAVITE:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;- DLSU-Dasmarinas is also accepting donations, pls proceed to the 2nd floor of SBC Building&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BATANGAS:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;- DE LA SALLE LIPA is now accepting your donations, drop off point is at the college lobby.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CEBU:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;- details on how you can donate are on noelle's blog or the living for a cause blog.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DUMAGUETE and NEGROS area:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;- People here in Dumaguete or in Negros Oriental can send their donations to Silliman University. contact @princessngaako on twitter for more details.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BACOLOD:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;- For your donations, drop off center is at the Coliseum in the University of St. La Salle. 435-3857&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;- CAFE BREIZH wil be a drop off center for donations. text 09193651101 for details.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAVAO:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;- ATENEO DE DAVAO is accepting in kind donations for ondoy. drop off at the samahan office in jacinto campus.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;- BANTAY BATA 163 davao located at matina,davao city is also a drop off point for any in-kind donations.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ZAMBOANGA:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;- ATENEO DE ZAMBOANGA is accepting donations. You may bring them to the SACSI office. Look for Alma Curesma, 991-0871, loc 2224 or 2225. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for PETS in need of aid:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;- @kimmydeleon is announcing that PARC is open for animals. Click this site for info of PAWS for helping from the flood. for the official website of paws, click here&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for those in SINGAPORE:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;- dropoff for relief goods is @ airfreight lucky plaza #03-09. can call 62351011, they are open up to 7pm. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;- pinoys are mobilizing and gathering donations, visit this forum for more details.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for those in SYDNEY, AUSTRALIA:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;- you can deliver relief goods to 303/5 Stromboli Strait, Homebush Bay 2127. you can also contact through twitter at @allorange if you want to arrange for a pick up in the city&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for those in CANADA:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;- TORONTO - pinoys are spearheading efforts to help, visit this website for details.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;- WINNIPEG - the Philippine Community Centre of Manitoba here in Winnipeg Canada started to raise money for the victims today&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for those based in BELGIUM:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;- from @SayChiz, they can contact Shiera Catalan at +32485328811 if they want to donate goods for typhoon relief&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for anyone in the UNITED STATES:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;- you can call the ABS-CBN US Helpline at 1-800-5272820 to know how you can help&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;- also, you can donate through the kapuso foundation site.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;- with your credit card, donate via the the abs-cbn foundation.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;- for those in california, Island Pacific Supermarket is gathering donations to be shipped to the Philippines&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;- SAN FRANCISCO - 5750 Mission Street, San Francisco, CA 94112 For details call 510-750-3036, 209-3499576, 415-239-9576&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;- LOS ANGELES - Manila Forwarder Headquarters 4249 Eagle Rock Blvd Los Angeles, CA 90065 1.800.210.1019323. 478.1599&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;- NEW YORK - NYC Disaster Relief drop off center @ Pandayan Center 406 W40th St. Between 9th and 10th Aves. NY, NY 10018 or 212.564.6057.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;- NEW JERSEY - NJ drop off Sinugba Cafe or Casa Victoria or (201)621-3156 -Yves Nibungco&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for those in the UK:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;- you can donate through OXFAM on their official website.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for anyone else ABROAD who wants to help:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;- you can donate through the paypal account link on this site.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;- the official website of the PHILIPPINE RED CROSS has a complete listing of how you can donate to them.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;- the ayala foundation is also accepting your donations through their website.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;- you can donate through the kapuso foundation site.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;- you can use your credit card to donate via the the abs-cbn foundation.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;- donate rice through the UN's World Food Programme through their official website.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OTHER FORMS OF HELP FOR YOU:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;NEED TO SEND YOUR DONATIONS? Mail &amp; More, FedEx &amp; Air21 outlets are now accepting donations. For locations please call 8794789 or log to their official website.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;PAL IS OFFERING FREE AIRLIFT FOR DONATIONS. for details, click on the pal website.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;TO REPORT MISSING LOVED ONES OR AREAS IN NEED OF HELP: call the SAGIP KAPAMILYA HOTLINES at 4110011, 4110012, 4110013.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;HOTLINES FOR MISSING PERSONS:&lt;br&gt;marikina - 09209389914&lt;br&gt;qc - 09216555262&lt;br&gt;pasig - 09189356318&lt;br&gt;cainta - 09175606241.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;DATABASE OF ONDOY VICTIMS AND EVACUATION CENTERS: click on the ateneotaskforceondoy website.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;FOR CAR TOWING NEEDS: HONDA and NISSAN offer free towing! call 09228504452, 09224452242, and 09228997959.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;DONATIONS ON WHEELS!! if you have donations to give but no means to transport, contact 09189791229, 09177974098, 09326991794. don't worry guys, this is not a scam! its by friends of @jiggycruz!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;WANT TO OFFER YOUR MEDICAL SERVICES? please submit your name and contact details to Dr. V. Gisbert 0917-8922807 and Dr. J. Sinon at 0917-5261345&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20844647-2313102630220549636?l=perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/feeds/2313102630220549636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20844647&amp;postID=2313102630220549636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/2313102630220549636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/2313102630220549636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/2009/09/location-breakdown-for-volunteers-and.html' title='LOCATION BREAKDOWN FOR VOLUNTEERS AND DONATIONS FOR VICTIMS OF TYPHOON ONDOY'/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20844647.post-7704513029445399842</id><published>2009-09-06T19:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T00:44:48.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>_sam_</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scs1fghe0VY/SqPmZ51sNII/AAAAAAAAAFw/q3jRfvO0FsY/s1600-h/Copy+of+IMG_0299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scs1fghe0VY/SqPmZ51sNII/AAAAAAAAAFw/q3jRfvO0FsY/s320/Copy+of+IMG_0299.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378395712707638402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;The things that make you YOU...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;- your animated ways of talking&lt;br&gt;- your generosity&lt;br&gt;- your being helpful&lt;br&gt;- your wit&lt;br&gt;- your craziness&lt;br&gt;- your habit of breaking into a song whenever, wherever&lt;br&gt;- your exaggeration when you describe certain things that I or we do (aminin :P)&lt;br&gt;- your optimism&lt;br&gt;- your habit of hitting me whenever we watch something funny or romantic at the cinemas or on tv (please remember that I bruise easily :p)&lt;br&gt;- your superb cooking (naks!)&lt;br&gt;- your frankness &lt;br&gt;- your unbelievable high tolerance for alcohol&lt;br&gt;- your joyful ways&lt;br&gt;- your out of this world sense of humor&lt;br&gt;- your boldness&lt;br&gt;- your genuine concern whenever i feel sad (even without me telling you)&lt;br&gt;- your comforting ways everytime i'm heartbroken&lt;br&gt;- your protective ways when a random guy tries to come near me (i swear you scare them off)&lt;br&gt;- your sincere wish for me to be happy (especially in the love department)&lt;br&gt;- your love and honest to goodness friendship through the years&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;It's been years since I first met you and you're still all these things. I love you for everything and anything that you are.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;I know that one day soon we will be going home to our own families, but until then, I want you know that you are the best roommate and best friend ever. :)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;I love you bes. Happy happy 30th! ;)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;p.s.&lt;br&gt;I really enjoyed your birthday weekend. We had a blast indeed, even if the sparklers made me choke. Haha! Now there's another thing to joke about me, huh? :P&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20844647-7704513029445399842?l=perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/feeds/7704513029445399842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20844647&amp;postID=7704513029445399842&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/7704513029445399842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/7704513029445399842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/2009/09/sam.html' title='_sam_'/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scs1fghe0VY/SqPmZ51sNII/AAAAAAAAAFw/q3jRfvO0FsY/s72-c/Copy+of+IMG_0299.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20844647.post-6931786416041639521</id><published>2009-09-04T07:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T11:56:36.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>_concealed_</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;Patience, for me, is a tricky substance. It seems I can't possess it, and yet I know, I have it in some such way. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;I feel like I am still a patient woman after putting up with a lot of lousy things, and more triumphantly, with a few difficult people. I suspect, however, that maybe patience isn't what I have. I may simply be lacking the energy to fight, to demand, to defy at certain times. I tend to have little aptitude for arguments when I know it's pointless. Mind you, when I know I'm right, I will not shut up. It's one of my disorders in an otherwise harmonious living.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;My understanding of patience may be amiss and is only existing to me. But whatever it is, it has saved me from further distress.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;Or has it?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20844647-6931786416041639521?l=perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/feeds/6931786416041639521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20844647&amp;postID=6931786416041639521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/6931786416041639521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/6931786416041639521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/2009/09/concealed.html' title='_concealed_'/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20844647.post-4931198479366613732</id><published>2009-08-19T21:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T22:20:14.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>_full speed ahead_</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sjctrilogy.livejournal.com"&gt;SJC Trilogy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20844647-4931198479366613732?l=perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/feeds/4931198479366613732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20844647&amp;postID=4931198479366613732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/4931198479366613732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/4931198479366613732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/2009/08/full-speed-ahead.html' title='_full speed ahead_'/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20844647.post-150481223267846193</id><published>2009-08-10T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T14:54:09.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>_edges_</title><content type='html'>I am grateful. Truly, I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But something tags at me every now and then. The answers are righ there, but I still keep on probing until it becomes obscure, yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what I want and I resist it. I can't quite determine if it's due to fear or plain stubbornness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not my habit to ask for signs probably because I don't exactly believe in them. But even without asking, I have to admit that signs just pop out of nowhere. Sometimes the signs are literally just right smack in front me -- brighter than neon lights. I still manage to ignore them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm back to square one. I continue to search. I search further. I end up more confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a maze with no exit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20844647-150481223267846193?l=perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/feeds/150481223267846193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20844647&amp;postID=150481223267846193&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/150481223267846193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/150481223267846193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/2009/08/edges.html' title='_edges_'/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20844647.post-422123225353271115</id><published>2009-07-03T00:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T10:38:18.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>_oblige_</title><content type='html'>It happened overnight -- more or less. In that time frame I managed to alter a part of my life. My life, therefore, is alterable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got tired of being upset and worried. Tired of pretending not to care that I was upset and worried. And possibly, tired of not even knowing what I was really upset and worried about. In between letting out a heavy sigh and furrowing my brows and biting my lips, I finally, finally got it. My agony was resembling foolishness. I had to stop it because it wasn't making any sense anymore. It simply went against sense.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Why is it always hard for us to practice what we preach? And even harder for us to see what's happening under our noses. Even when someone points out to us what's really going on, we make erratic rationalizations and stupid defenses. We ignore what's really out there -- the truth. We ignore it because it hurts, and for most of us, we're naturally escapists. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But you wake up to actuality -- in your own style, own time. For some people, it takes something grand for this to take place. In my case, however, it was hearing the silence after shredding a paper. After that sharp sound, it's calmness. Stillness. That same calmness overpowered me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I allowed it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20844647-422123225353271115?l=perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/feeds/422123225353271115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20844647&amp;postID=422123225353271115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/422123225353271115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/422123225353271115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/2009/07/oblige.html' title='_oblige_'/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20844647.post-2164600700211913843</id><published>2009-06-11T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T23:08:38.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>_roll_</title><content type='html'>I was surprised -- and pleased -- to know that I have become more forgiving over the years. Getting hurt now, compared to getting hurt 10 years ago, really makes a huuuge difference. Simply put, my perspective has changed. That's what happens when you grow older. :)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;In my younger years (which was not so long ago hehe :P), whenever something bad happens to me, I always ask God WHY? I kept asking what I did to deserve such treatment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I still believe that misfortunes can happen, I have at least stopped believing that life is unfair. Maturity led me to believe that when awful things happen to unsuspecting good people, God is not being cruel to them....to me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just life taking place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20844647-2164600700211913843?l=perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/feeds/2164600700211913843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20844647&amp;postID=2164600700211913843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/2164600700211913843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/2164600700211913843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/2009/06/roll.html' title='_roll_'/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20844647.post-6114817314096490466</id><published>2009-06-04T23:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T23:31:46.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>_trace_</title><content type='html'>That I was soul searching during our recent trip to Taipei was a bit exaggerated. :P But somehow, I really did "find" something when I was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a few hours to explore the city by myself. Going for a walk has always been my way of coping and reassessing. It was especially different when I was in Taipei. Since that "fateful day", it was the first time I really had time to think; to listen; to pay attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a few minutes, perhaps hours, I allowed all the thoughts to occupy me. The problem with thinking is that overdoing it can give you a headache. I don't know if it was the heat (as I started walking just before noon) or hunger, or the language barrier, or that heavy thinking mode, or all of the above -- but after a while, I just wanted to splash ice cold water all over me. Anyhow, all those thoughts soaked me perfectly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those doubts I had -- all gone. All those questions I had -- all answered. Not all answers, however, were definite. I didn't get just Yes's and No's..I also got Maybe's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My recent trip was, I might almost say, the very first time that I truly understood the difference between happiness and joy. My happiness is based on circumstances, while joy is my emotional well being. And while the opposite of happiness is unhappiness, the opposite of joy is fear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And seriously, for the first time in my life, I actually appreciate my first name :) My nickname JAR would not be complete without it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taipei definitely left a mark on me...and I'm going back for sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20844647-6114817314096490466?l=perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/feeds/6114817314096490466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20844647&amp;postID=6114817314096490466&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/6114817314096490466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/6114817314096490466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/2009/06/trace.html' title='_trace_'/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20844647.post-1616195737820630579</id><published>2009-05-05T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T23:17:38.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>_awaken_</title><content type='html'>The greater loneliness of our lives comes from our hesitations -- our unwillingness to indulge, our unwillingness to thrill ourselves, our unwillingness to just simply...GO! We seem to be dampening our inner weather every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But everyone knows, certainly I know, that we have a choice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a choice. And I chose to end my misery. I realized that in some cases, the only cross to bear is the one I CHOOSE to carry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also realized that there is no point postponing my happiness and peace of my mind -- both of which I know I truly deserve. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minsan hindi ko alam kung bakit pinahihirapan ko sarili ko...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20844647-1616195737820630579?l=perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/feeds/1616195737820630579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20844647&amp;postID=1616195737820630579&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/1616195737820630579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/1616195737820630579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/2009/05/awaken.html' title='_awaken_'/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20844647.post-6860286887333841527</id><published>2009-03-29T19:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T11:16:47.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>_proceed_</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;There will always come a time when I will reach that fork in the road. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;Whether I take the road less -- or perhaps even the one NEVER travelled -- I won't be scared. I know that all roads lead to somewhere. And once I reach that somewhere, I can claim it my own. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;Then again, if one path doesn't kill me, at least I still have a chance to trek another;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20844647-6860286887333841527?l=perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/feeds/6860286887333841527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20844647&amp;postID=6860286887333841527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/6860286887333841527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/6860286887333841527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/2009/03/proceed.html' title='_proceed_'/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20844647.post-1691634290248035077</id><published>2009-03-24T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T01:45:01.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>_scale_</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#330000"&gt;There is a reason why I want to give up.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#330000"&gt;But there is an even bigger reason why I choose not to.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#330000"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#330000"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20844647-1691634290248035077?l=perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/feeds/1691634290248035077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20844647&amp;postID=1691634290248035077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/1691634290248035077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/1691634290248035077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/2009/03/scale.html' title='_scale_'/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20844647.post-2781674131827600657</id><published>2009-03-17T19:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T01:00:25.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>_bunso_</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://kaleine.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/Sb-WSwoKCD4AAFJImdg1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.kaleine.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/Sb-WSwoKCD4AAFJImdg1/justine.JPG?et=hry2BVsTZ0zi8qQ5D22OCw&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to my dearest and most favorite sister, Justine :) &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;Remember that you are one of my answered prayers. As a kid, I prayed with all my faith to have a sister. :) &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;I know that you have a good head on your shoulders and you have a very good heart. Sana lang, bawas bawasan mo ang katarayan mo. :P&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;Ate will always be here for you. I love you! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20844647-2781674131827600657?l=perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/feeds/2781674131827600657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20844647&amp;postID=2781674131827600657&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/2781674131827600657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/2781674131827600657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/2009/03/bunso.html' title='_bunso_'/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20844647.post-2750024051732530151</id><published>2009-03-14T19:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T16:37:22.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>_three_</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#330000"&gt;It's easy to love someone when everything is going smoothly and all that feeling of being in love is simply overwhelming. It becomes natural to love someone when things are manageable. But you also love me even when loving me is difficult. Despite my out of this world peevishness and stubornness, you've never -- EVER -- given up on me, and that says a lot about you and our relationship.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#330000"&gt;Before I left for SG, I was against keeping a long distance relationship. But I have to admit that you made me realize that we could be different. Yes, it's hard and I rant about it, but we deal with it. We defy the distance. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#330000"&gt;I know that things will not always be perfect, but our love is enough to make me believe that the happy days will always outnumber the sad ones.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#330000"&gt;In case I haven't shown you enough, or said it warmly enough...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#330000"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#330000"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#330000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love you.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#330000"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#330000"&gt;Happy anniversary, Love. :)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20844647-2750024051732530151?l=perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/feeds/2750024051732530151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20844647&amp;postID=2750024051732530151&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/2750024051732530151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/2750024051732530151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/2009/03/three.html' title='_three_'/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20844647.post-1902799906033787096</id><published>2009-03-06T09:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T14:21:42.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>_rough_</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#663333"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;It is liberating, and also frightening, how much strength I could have. I can be incredibly strong if I choose to, but I don't know how much of that is real. I stop pretending for a moment and indulge in being weak. Weakness is altogether comforting. I don't really need strength and find answers right away. For a reasonable amount of time, I just need comfort -- from someone. Anyone. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;While this is a tad too taxing for others to give, the truth is, it's the only thing.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20844647-1902799906033787096?l=perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/feeds/1902799906033787096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20844647&amp;postID=1902799906033787096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/1902799906033787096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/1902799906033787096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/2009/03/rough.html' title='_rough_'/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20844647.post-1118118946452222307</id><published>2009-02-23T16:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T03:25:12.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>_flare_</title><content type='html'>no matter how well a person knows you or how perfectly you express your thoughts, it is inevitable that you will be misunderstood. there is almost something agonizing about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20844647-1118118946452222307?l=perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/feeds/1118118946452222307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20844647&amp;postID=1118118946452222307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/1118118946452222307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/1118118946452222307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/2009/02/flare.html' title='_flare_'/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20844647.post-8055971930040092574</id><published>2009-02-21T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T00:57:21.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>_barely_</title><content type='html'>I was right all along. Long distance relationships are a pain. But I went ahead and took the plunge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever, ever, follow my footsteps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20844647-8055971930040092574?l=perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/feeds/8055971930040092574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20844647&amp;postID=8055971930040092574&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/8055971930040092574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/8055971930040092574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/2009/02/barely_21.html' title='_barely_'/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20844647.post-4798425119976609584</id><published>2009-02-09T17:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T03:24:02.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>_in between_</title><content type='html'>Can you really NOT have the best of both worlds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The life altering decision I have to make soon will largely depend on my answer to the question above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I've put a lot of time thinking and praying about this...but I'm still uncertain at this point.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20844647-4798425119976609584?l=perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/feeds/4798425119976609584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20844647&amp;postID=4798425119976609584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/4798425119976609584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/4798425119976609584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-between.html' title='_in between_'/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20844647.post-6788296571071722742</id><published>2009-02-01T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T23:02:56.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>16,000 lost jobs last year</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;This was the headline in Saturday's Straits Times.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;And this is in Singapore alone. Recession is a global concern and Singapore is definitely not saved from it.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;Whenever I'm pissed about work, perhaps I should remember that I am still lucky. This doesn't mean that I will do my work half baked. I have learned that even if you don't exactly have the job of your dreams, you must still do your best. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;Here's to doing our best. :) And I truly wish that we can all survive this crisis.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20844647-6788296571071722742?l=perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/feeds/6788296571071722742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20844647&amp;postID=6788296571071722742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/6788296571071722742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/6788296571071722742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/2009/02/16000-lost-jobs-last-year.html' title='16,000 lost jobs last year'/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20844647.post-6461794312288596320</id><published>2009-01-27T10:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T17:08:40.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gong Xi Fat Chai</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.kaleine.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SX61tgoKCD4AAE563Ng1/IMG-0110.JPG?et=WaX1L%2BlP3bx1DDVzceytQQ&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;-- Chinese New Year at River Hong Bao with Bes --&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Singaporeans may not celebrate Christmas and New Year's as grand as Pinoys do, but they surely make up for it during Chinese New Year. I've never seen Singapore so lively.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Happy Year of the Ox!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Cheers to my first Chinese New Year in a country that truly celebrates it. :)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20844647-6461794312288596320?l=perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/feeds/6461794312288596320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20844647&amp;postID=6461794312288596320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/6461794312288596320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/6461794312288596320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/2009/01/gong-xi-fat-chai.html' title='Gong Xi Fat Chai'/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20844647.post-2431983109885205563</id><published>2009-01-07T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T20:39:12.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>decisions, decisions, decisions</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;Between now and June, I have to make a very big decision on a very important aspect of my life.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;June seems quite far away, but there are just so many factors to consider. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;I have options A and B, but both options seem to be of equal value and it makes the decision making part harder for me.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;My friend told me, "You'll know you've made the right decision when you pick out the most difficult choice but your heart is at peace."&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;I hope my heart will be at peace. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20844647-2431983109885205563?l=perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/feeds/2431983109885205563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20844647&amp;postID=2431983109885205563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/2431983109885205563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/2431983109885205563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/2009/01/decisions-decisions-decisions.html' title='decisions, decisions, decisions'/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20844647.post-1224867744343871186</id><published>2008-12-19T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T23:20:54.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tick tock tick tock...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;In less than an hour, I will say goodbye to the 20's life. It's been...awesome.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;Bukas na ang ma-emote na entry :)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;Wow. This is my very last post as a 20 something haha! Bukas, ibang age bracket na ako. :P&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20844647-1224867744343871186?l=perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/feeds/1224867744343871186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20844647&amp;postID=1224867744343871186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/1224867744343871186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/1224867744343871186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/2008/12/tick-tock-tick-tock.html' title='tick tock tick tock...'/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20844647.post-3328380211513105933</id><published>2008-12-01T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T01:29:35.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>December na</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663333"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663333"&gt;...and nothing can really beat the Christmas spirit in the Philippines. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663333"&gt;Christmas this year will be very interesting and challenging for me. Pipilitin kong hindi umiyak.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663333"&gt;It's bad enough that I am away from my loved ones, now my housemates are also going some place else on Christmas day. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#663333"&gt;Home alone. :( How does anyone spend Christmas alone??&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20844647-3328380211513105933?l=perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/feeds/3328380211513105933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20844647&amp;postID=3328380211513105933&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/3328380211513105933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/3328380211513105933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/2008/12/december-na.html' title='December na'/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20844647.post-6411688872414510200</id><published>2008-11-26T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T20:05:43.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Men Are Never Depressed :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#333399"&gt;Got this from Tianne.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#333399"&gt;When you're having PMS and you read this, you'd really hate being a girl :P&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#330000"&gt;Men Are Just Happier People -- What do you expect from such simple creatures? Your last name stays put. The garage is all yours. Wedding plans take care of themselves. Chocolate is just another snack. You can be President. You can never be pregnant. You can wear a white T-shirt to a water park. You can wear NO shirt to a water park. Car mechanics tell you the truth. The world is your urinal. You never have to drive to another gas station restroom because this one is just too sicky. You don't have to stop and think of which way to turn a nut on a bolt. Same work, more pay. Wrinkles add character. Wedding dress $5000. Tux rental-$100. People never stare at your chest when you're talking to them. New shoes don't cut, blister, or mangle your feet. One mood all the time. ! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#330000"&gt;Phone conversations are over in 30 seconds flat. You know stuff about tanks.. A five-day vacation requires only one suitcase. You can open all your own jars. You get extra credit for the slightest act of thoughtfulness. If someone forgets to invite you, he or she can still be your friend. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#330000"&gt;Your underwear is $8.95 for a three-pack. Three pairs of shoes are more than enough. You almost never have strap problems in public. You are unable to see wrinkles in your clothes. Everything on your face stays its original color. The same hairstyle lasts for years, maybe decades. You only have to shave your face and neck. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#330000"&gt;You can play with toys all your life. One wallet and one pair of shoes -- one color for all seasons. You can wear shorts no matter how your legs look. You can "do" your nails with a pocket knife. You have freedom of choice concerning growing a mustache. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#330000"&gt;You can do Christmas shopping for 25 relatives on December 24 in 25 minutes! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#330000"&gt;No wonder men are happier.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20844647-6411688872414510200?l=perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/feeds/6411688872414510200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20844647&amp;postID=6411688872414510200&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/6411688872414510200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/6411688872414510200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/2008/11/why-men-are-never-depressed.html' title='Why Men Are Never Depressed :)'/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20844647.post-6880065135664703419</id><published>2008-10-21T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T20:29:45.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>_ashley, my tzu_</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://kaleine.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SP3H2woKCD4AAARl3xM1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://kaleine.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SP3IogoKCD4AAB1TeJ81"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://kaleine.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SP3H2woKCD4AAARl3xM1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://kaleine.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SP3KzgoKCD4AAFoVbvQ1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.kaleine.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SP3H2woKCD4AAARl3xM1/Copy-of-DSC00296.jpg?et=OfGiqDBgTiqvfm9jAv7YPQ&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;HAPPY 1ST BIRTHDAY ASHLEY!!!! You bring so much joy to me and my family. Despite all the drama when I first got you, my family eventually fell in love you. Who wouldn't? :) (Mahal, thanks again for Ashley. Miss ka na ren nya :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.kaleine.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SP3KzgoKCD4AAFoVbvQ1/Copy-of-DSC00351.jpg?et=KcSsJPw37G7uTUhnJNjQ7Q&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;Hehehe...parang kelan lang, I could carry her in one hand. Ngayon ang laki laki na!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.kaleine.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SP3IogoKCD4AAB1TeJ81/Copy-of-DSC00346.jpg?et=1RCbOukY%2Bf7p4xQNJSq3dA&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;                                                   Astig sya dito ha :P&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;*photos and notes courtesy of my sister, Justine :)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20844647-6880065135664703419?l=perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/feeds/6880065135664703419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20844647&amp;postID=6880065135664703419&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/6880065135664703419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/6880065135664703419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/2008/10/ashley-my-tzu.html' title='_ashley, my tzu_'/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20844647.post-7181981290170556006</id><published>2008-10-16T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T23:40:49.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>_lift_</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;An email from my brother:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;----&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Good morning Ate.&lt;br&gt;Narinig kitang umiyak last night. Wag ka na malungkot ha. Malapit lang naman Singapore.&lt;br&gt;And I'm sorry hindi kita nabisita diyan. Pagtumagal ako dito, maaayos ko din yung pag renew ng passport ko. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;----&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My family is not used to saying I love you to each other. But things changed since I got here.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;On my mom's birthday, I called to greet her and I'm pretty sure it was the first time I ever told her I miss her.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Before coming here, I knew that homesickness will be part of working overseas. But I never thought it could be so unbearable. There are moments when I just feel like getting on the next plane out to Manila and not caring what's in store for me there. Yes, perhaps going back there will be harder. But the truth is, living anywhere in the world away from your loved ones is the hardest. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Everything I've heard about working overseas and the hardships that come with it, I now understand. I absolutely understand. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And I go through it every single day.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But then again, I should remember that coming here was an adventure. And it still is. No matter what happens, I'll survive. And I still feel so blessed. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20844647-7181981290170556006?l=perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/feeds/7181981290170556006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20844647&amp;postID=7181981290170556006&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/7181981290170556006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/7181981290170556006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/2008/10/lift.html' title='_lift_'/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20844647.post-4527818927992594080</id><published>2008-09-20T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T16:03:04.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>_in the midst of hoping_</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;There were many factors that helped me slowly recover -- mostly prayers and constant support from my best friend, and this line which really caught my attention:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"when the real world around us makes so little sense, hope is the most beautiful of all irrationalities..."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I will keep praying...and believing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20844647-4527818927992594080?l=perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/feeds/4527818927992594080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20844647&amp;postID=4527818927992594080&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/4527818927992594080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/4527818927992594080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/2008/09/in-midst-of-hoping.html' title='_in the midst of hoping_'/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20844647.post-5887491777564089608</id><published>2008-09-07T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T23:13:06.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;"It is only when you let go that life starts to grab you."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;-- from Starworld's preview of Because I Said So&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20844647-5887491777564089608?l=perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/feeds/5887491777564089608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20844647&amp;postID=5887491777564089608&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/5887491777564089608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/5887491777564089608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/2008/09/quote.html' title='quote'/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20844647.post-5053516138721884208</id><published>2008-09-06T00:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T02:23:30.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>_sam_</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scs1fghe0VY/SMF4cPf-IwI/AAAAAAAAABA/7_rzm8QCJMA/s1600-h/1_288537258l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scs1fghe0VY/SMF4cPf-IwI/AAAAAAAAABA/7_rzm8QCJMA/s320/1_288537258l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242603867828265730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;You remain my inspiration when it comes to independent living and being strong. If people knew what you went through, they'd know what I'm talking about. Perhaps God really made you strong so you can also give support to your best friend when she's in pain :) Hehe. It's true what Carrie said in SATC.. “No matter who broke your heart, or how long it takes to heal, you’ll never get through it without your friends."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Bes, thank you for reminding me that life is indeed worth living...and that I am worth loving. :) No matter where life leads me now, I'll definitely get by because of your support.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I am so lucky and thankful to have you as my best friend. Happy happy birthday! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I can't believe I am now here in SG and we can celebrate your birthday later :D Weee!!!! Sabi mo nga, 5 years (?) in the making ang pagiging housemates naten. :P&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Love you bes ko!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20844647-5053516138721884208?l=perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/feeds/5053516138721884208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20844647&amp;postID=5053516138721884208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/5053516138721884208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/5053516138721884208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/2008/09/sam.html' title='_sam_'/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scs1fghe0VY/SMF4cPf-IwI/AAAAAAAAABA/7_rzm8QCJMA/s72-c/1_288537258l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20844647.post-8054726033945386783</id><published>2008-09-04T00:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T00:10:54.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;_clouded_&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am in so much pain to see that "everything happens for a reason". and i honestly don't know what the hell i did to deserve this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh God, why me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20844647-8054726033945386783?l=perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/feeds/8054726033945386783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20844647&amp;postID=8054726033945386783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/8054726033945386783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/8054726033945386783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/2008/09/clouded-i-am-in-so-much-pain-to-see.html' title=''/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20844647.post-2694116047699549258</id><published>2008-08-10T19:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T02:03:45.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;_bits and pieces_&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Best wishes to newly wed couples (1)pao pao and gett and (2)arnel and mae!!! I'm sooo happy for you guys. Really wish I could be there on your wedding. Wrong timing ang pag alis ko :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Happy National Day Singapore! We joined the celebration yesterday. According to Bes, we are proud to be residents of Singapore...wehehehe. We took the Singapore flyer (freaking expensive! 30SGD/pax!) while watching the parade/event. After dinner, we headed to Zouk. Galing ni DJ Aldrin. Hands down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- I am the first foreigner to be hired by our company (I have a Chinese colleague but she was already a Singapore Permanent Resident when she was hired). My employers think very highly of Filipinos. They worked with Pinoys when they were expats in Manila and they admire our attitude and work ethics. Syempre super proud ako to be Pinoy.  And I will make sure that they won't regret hiring a Pinoy. :) They also admit that the Philippines is more interesting than Singapore. They are sooo right :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- From driving in Manila, I am now taking the public transport everyday. I really don't mind. The MRT, LRT and buses are very convenient and safe. But once in a while, I really miss driving.  Maybe I can do that again when I visit Manila. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Indeed, it was an adventure finding a job in Singapore. Ask any foreigner who's been in my place and they would know what I'm talking about. Even if you are qualified (and even more qualified than the locals), the quota in hiring foreigners could hinder your chances of landing a job. The very first thing they ask you is "Are you Singaporean or PR (permanent resident)?" And once you say NO, they wouldn't entertain your job application. I am very thankful that I found a job and I am trying to help our kababayans who are still jobhunting to also land a job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- When I was jobhunting, God has really tested my patience. But in so many ways, He made His presence felt. And it was really important that I got the support of my family, friends and most especially, my Love. (Love, like I said before, I wouldn't have the courage to fly to Singapore if it weren't for you. I love you and I find strength knowing that you always believe in me.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20844647-2694116047699549258?l=perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/feeds/2694116047699549258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20844647&amp;postID=2694116047699549258&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/2694116047699549258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/2694116047699549258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/2008/08/bits-and-pieces-best-wishes-to-and-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20844647.post-1778579717217126915</id><published>2008-06-06T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T19:51:00.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;_ignite_&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if horoscopes are true, then this year is proving to be difficult for people born in the year of the horse. this is my most frustrating and depressing year ever...and no, it's not because i'm turning 30 this year :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they say that you should work hard for your future and that you can only depend on nobody else but yourself. so i'm doing just that. very soon i'll be packing my bags and start working on the future that's hopefully meant for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20844647-1778579717217126915?l=perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/feeds/1778579717217126915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20844647&amp;postID=1778579717217126915&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/1778579717217126915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/1778579717217126915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/2008/06/ignite-if-horoscopes-are-true-then-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20844647.post-3771473754661162926</id><published>2008-05-25T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T13:36:29.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;_clasp_&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i've done all i could. maybe i haven't. i need to think things over -- immensely. and probably for the first time i don't need anyone to listen. all i need is ME. i need to listen to myself...what my heart and mind say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps we can't grasp the real meaning of compromise. and until we can, or at least try to, we will continue to struggle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20844647-3771473754661162926?l=perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/feeds/3771473754661162926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20844647&amp;postID=3771473754661162926&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/3771473754661162926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/3771473754661162926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/2008/05/clasp-maybe-ive-done-all-i-could.html' title=''/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20844647.post-7626951337051448842</id><published>2008-05-20T14:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T14:13:50.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;_got cheeks?_&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my boyfriend and i agreed that i should gain a little weight that will hopefully give me some cheeks. chubby cheeks like when i was six years old (see picture below)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, pag nagpataba naman kasi ako ngayon hindi na cute eh. :P nung 6 ako medyo papasa pa akong cute diba? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_scs1fghe0VY/SDJrioLrlKI/AAAAAAAAAA4/8n38izbAvQs/s1600-h/jar+prep+b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_scs1fghe0VY/SDJrioLrlKI/AAAAAAAAAA4/8n38izbAvQs/s320/jar+prep+b.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202338762212480162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20844647-7626951337051448842?l=perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/feeds/7626951337051448842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20844647&amp;postID=7626951337051448842&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/7626951337051448842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/7626951337051448842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/2008/05/got-cheeks-my-boyfriend-and-i-agreed.html' title=''/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_scs1fghe0VY/SDJrioLrlKI/AAAAAAAAAA4/8n38izbAvQs/s72-c/jar+prep+b.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20844647.post-4527757359631193145</id><published>2008-05-13T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T14:37:45.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;_rainless_&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never have i imagined that things would almost always be this way. all this chasing is draining my energy. i get tired too, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once in a while i also need to feel that i'm important. wanted. needed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20844647-4527757359631193145?l=perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/feeds/4527757359631193145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20844647&amp;postID=4527757359631193145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/4527757359631193145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/4527757359631193145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/2008/05/rainless-never-have-i-imagined-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20844647.post-7744979461031844671</id><published>2008-05-12T10:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T11:05:22.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;_target_&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my younger brother has followed my footsteps and enrolled in a master's program in UP. the thing is, i may be the one to follow his footsteps if he gets to finish his thesis before i do. he only has 20 something units while i have 40 something, and i'm a part time student at that because i'm working (ok, was working). the serious writing mode i was supposed to be in last semester didn't happen because of a work project i did in Turkey. i'm afraid that the same thing will happen once i get back to work. as much as i'd like to concentrate on my thesis full time, i really can't afford to be jobless because thesis writing will also cost me money. i have no choice but to work and study at the same time. it also doesn't help that the professors i'd like to get as advisers are all retiring.  :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really still have a year to go to finish my thesis on time. but i doubt if one year is enough. the only thing that encourages me to write my thesis is my friend's constant encouragement. he keeps telling me that all those years of studying, writing and presenting reports, producing baby theses,  writing curriculum plans, would all be worthless if we give up now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it will take me lots of time, effort and brains to finish my thesis. and i have to work on all three. :P but i WILL do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will get that elusive diploma.  i have to finish my MA if i still want to pursue a Ph.D later on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so help me God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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title=''/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20844647.post-7546691539614256585</id><published>2008-05-06T19:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T19:59:33.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;_tanned_&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_scs1fghe0VY/SCBHoCzYlMI/AAAAAAAAAAs/wXKGeH1C_D4/s1600-h/Dsc07217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_scs1fghe0VY/SCBHoCzYlMI/AAAAAAAAAAs/wXKGeH1C_D4/s320/Dsc07217.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197232723258283202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 days of sun worshipping in Boracay was very much fun. Now I'm back to reality. Harsh reality? :/ Oh well, I'll deal with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, let me share with you our pictures from Boracay. Preview photos are at &lt;a href="http://kaleine.multiply.com/photos/album/53/a_glimpse_of_boracay_2008"&gt;A Glimpse of Boracay 2008&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the albums are found at &lt;a href="http://kaleine.multiply.com/photos"&gt;Kaleine's Photos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy viewing and enjoy the rest of the summer! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20844647-7546691539614256585?l=perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/feeds/7546691539614256585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20844647&amp;postID=7546691539614256585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/7546691539614256585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/7546691539614256585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/2008/05/tanned-6-days-of-sun-worshipping-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_scs1fghe0VY/SCBHoCzYlMI/AAAAAAAAAAs/wXKGeH1C_D4/s72-c/Dsc07217.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20844647.post-1050577593178605728</id><published>2008-04-14T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T22:02:29.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;_undertone_&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my world is captivated by sudden twists that are either made up of confusion or clarity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i find most unfair is that all the hard work and sacrifices are rubbed out by a single incident. a painful incident. i become detached from everything and everyone that matters to me. the feeling of being misunderstood grows by the minute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i long for acceptance, understanding and affection, all of which are denied me or which i feel i am in no position to demand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hear talking, mumbling, sighing. but what i hear most is nothing, because the rest is a heap of silence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20844647-1050577593178605728?l=perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/feeds/1050577593178605728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20844647&amp;postID=1050577593178605728&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/1050577593178605728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/1050577593178605728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/2008/04/undertone-my-world-is-captivated-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20844647.post-4117619630066673954</id><published>2008-02-26T19:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T19:47:09.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;_curb_&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get caught between asking what's probable and asking what possibilities remain. it is having the courage and losing it in the next breath. it is knowing i am strong but realizing that it's just what i keep telling myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are &lt;em&gt;certain&lt;/em&gt; obstacles i need to face but i'm really tempted to just look away. i'm pretending that the latter is a better option. i know it's a cheat, but for now, it works for me. after all, if they say that timing is everything, then i'll deal with it...when the timing is right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it could take forever though. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20844647-4117619630066673954?l=perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/feeds/4117619630066673954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20844647&amp;postID=4117619630066673954&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/4117619630066673954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/4117619630066673954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/2008/02/curb-i-get-caught-between-asking-whats.html' title=''/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20844647.post-6878961568132225055</id><published>2008-01-02T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T19:45:31.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;_keyhole_&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people have a habit of keeping their loved ones in the dark in the hope of protecting them. but when the truth comes out, these people who were kept in the dark wouldn't feel protected, rather, they would feel betrayed. confused. lost. stupid. and they wouldn't know which emotion should exist first. and at some point, these emotions can be felt all at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should know, it happened to me. in fact, it's still happening to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than the piercing little detail that i was the last one to know, i also found out about it on new year's day. new year's day! wow. what a way to start the year, huh? God was testing my strength on the very first day of the year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i keep thinking that finding out the big ugly secret earns me the right to stop respecting this certain person. but that's not applicable here. my case is oddly different. i am forced to show respect to someone who continues to betray us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this. is. hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20844647-6878961568132225055?l=perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/feeds/6878961568132225055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20844647&amp;postID=6878961568132225055&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/6878961568132225055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/6878961568132225055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/2008/01/keyhole-some-people-have-habit-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20844647.post-2294526035939490604</id><published>2008-01-01T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T14:28:54.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>_2008_</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;happy new year everyone!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;hope you guys are safe. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20844647-2294526035939490604?l=perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/feeds/2294526035939490604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20844647&amp;postID=2294526035939490604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/2294526035939490604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/2294526035939490604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/2007/12/2008.html' title='_2008_'/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20844647.post-5802881004882327703</id><published>2007-12-26T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T18:30:39.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;_flow_&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amidst these moments of agitation, i suppose, there is bliss to be awaited, to be experienced. it is particularly more difficult to grasp what is going on if i will remain discouraged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are endings. there are beginnings. and i should be aware when one is happening. but most importantly, i should remember to thrive in between. i do not desire to reach a point where i am realizing that my existence is merely split into two directions: the past and the future. i need my middle...and i want it in its greatest possible form. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i won't waste my time sulking. not anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20844647-5802881004882327703?l=perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/feeds/5802881004882327703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20844647&amp;postID=5802881004882327703&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/5802881004882327703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/5802881004882327703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/2007/12/flow-amidst-these-moments-of-agitation.html' title=''/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20844647.post-4585439218989125893</id><published>2007-12-01T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T17:25:28.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;_i hate winter but i love this city_&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;we survived our first work week in Istanbul. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;we haven't had time to take pictures. in the meantime, I'll post these pictures that were researched by Love. hehe. ironically, he's seen more interesting pictures of Istanbul than I have.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt; &lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddle src="http://images.kaleine.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R1EllAoKCrkAACWM09A1/jedi_ist_manhattan.jpg?et=eEcPPQJg2UuDWs0f2Y1SSA" border=0&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt; &lt;CENTER&gt; Levent Skyline in Istanbul. The tallest building you see (the one with a logo that looks like a dollar sign), is our office.&lt;/CENTER&gt; &lt;CENTER&gt; &lt;/CENTER&gt; &lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt; &lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddle src="http://images.kaleine.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R1El9AoKCrkAACx1F6k1/is.jpg?et=C%2Bd0A1Yob2TsOsJcy8sGIg" border=0&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt; &lt;CENTER&gt;Our office is the tallest building in Turkey. Pretty neat, huh?&lt;/CENTER&gt; &lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;A href="http://kaleine.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R1EllAoKCrkAACWM09A1"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddle src="http://images.kaleine.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R1EmKwoKCrkAADTUQVU1/ilhan_cf118afa.jpg?et=cNksgtGcNLr6X8uxP%2CmuAA" border=0&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt; &lt;CENTER&gt;It's really beautiful especially at night&lt;/CENTER&gt; &lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll blog more next time...that is, if I find the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care you guys! I heard what happened in Manila this week (earthquake and that incident in Makati), and it's worrying us badly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20844647-4585439218989125893?l=perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/feeds/4585439218989125893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20844647&amp;postID=4585439218989125893&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/4585439218989125893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/4585439218989125893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-hate-winter-but-i-love-this-city.html' title=''/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20844647.post-4215802353731931871</id><published>2007-11-04T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T20:58:23.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;_smoke_&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is that's in front of me is made up of gentleness. and it is up to me, entirely up to me, if i will tear it or not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this privilege is perfect, and yet a pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20844647-4215802353731931871?l=perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/feeds/4215802353731931871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20844647&amp;postID=4215802353731931871&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/4215802353731931871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/4215802353731931871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/2007/11/smoke-whatever-it-is-thats-in-front-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20844647.post-2271125145012806061</id><published>2007-10-25T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T15:53:04.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;_unsettled_&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is something here that speaks of what you really deem important and how you've tried to deny it. i never thought that something so superficial can be so relevant and could be so much of an issue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly, i feel like the ugliest and least confident person in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the worst thing is, i never expected YOU to be that person who makes me feel this way. not now, not ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a little bit alarming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20844647-2271125145012806061?l=perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/feeds/2271125145012806061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20844647&amp;postID=2271125145012806061&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/2271125145012806061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/2271125145012806061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/2007/10/unsettled-there-is-something-here-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20844647.post-3186974711949977287</id><published>2007-10-23T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T00:30:14.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fan of Inday? if you don't know who i'm talking about then you probably don't own a cellphone. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i just learned that she (or whoever is the author behind all this) has a blog too:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://blogniinday.wordpress.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laugh trip! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear, ang galing ng nagsusulat na to! the blog landed 6th in the top 10 english blogs in wordpress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20844647-3186974711949977287?l=perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/feeds/3186974711949977287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20844647&amp;postID=3186974711949977287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/3186974711949977287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/3186974711949977287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/2007/10/fan-of-inday-if-you-dont-know-who-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20844647.post-9219179931394091448</id><published>2007-10-16T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T15:05:29.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;_serious writing mode: soon_&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;semester's over. i'm also done with all my academic subjects. but the worst is yet to come. i will start writing my thesis next sem...and God knows how many semesters it will take me to finish it. choosing a topic is already a challenge, what more when it comes to the actual work? as what i would say to my classmates, "kelangan pa mag moments mag isa sa tagaytay para lang makapag isip ng topic." so if you see me in tagaytay and i'm alone, don't disturb me. :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck. i'm a thesis virgin. oh, and if you are, or know someone who is a statistician, lemme know. ;) hmmm...what's the fee of statisticians anyway? hay. pahirapan na, mamumulubi pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm trying to recall what made me enroll in a master's degree in the first place. *sigh* i probably forgot that it was a thesis course that i was getting into. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm trapped. :|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20844647-9219179931394091448?l=perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20844647.post-879302598235799657</id><published>2007-09-14T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T19:24:07.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>everything is great. just great. but everything is also temporary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't believe in forever.&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;never did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20844647-879302598235799657?l=perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/feeds/879302598235799657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20844647&amp;postID=879302598235799657&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/879302598235799657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/879302598235799657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/2007/09/everything-is-great.html' title=''/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20844647.post-5991613742023810347</id><published>2007-09-11T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T01:41:29.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;_quicksand_&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we never outgrow the need to share what it feels like to live in our private worlds; to share our unique experiences. our problems. our frustrations. this is why a sympathetic ear is important in human relationships -- and exactly why the failure to be heard is painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jumping in to say what's on our minds before realizing where the other person is coming from, takes away the possibility of getting a little sympathy. not a lot of sympathy, just a little. and really, that's all it takes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as it is, we experience things differently. and we react differently. and we recover differently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do not expect someone to fully understand what i'm going through (as it could be almost impossible at times). i only need someone to acknowledge the fact that i am indeed having a rough time and that i have to cope the only way i know how; someone who won't make me feel that my approach to the situation is not necessarily exaggerating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is a reason-- a deeper reason -- why i cry. and it's not just because i CAN (not "am", but "can") be overly -- almost irritatingly emotional (and i hate it). i cry because there are moments when i cannot find the comfort i am looking for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess, sometimes, it's better not to share. there was a phase in my life where i kept everything to myself. maybe i should try doing that again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20844647.post-7297143374541059326</id><published>2007-09-06T12:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T00:11:49.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;_my bes_&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was in grade school and high school, i always ended up losing my best friend -- not to death, but to other less tragic reasons. either she would go abroad, transfer schools, or we would have different interests and simply grow apart. when you're a kid and your friend likes doing other things, it's easy to lose contact. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when i entered college, i vowed never to call someone my best friend again. sure i'd have close friends, but i wouldn't dare label someone as my best friend. i thought, who needed one anyway? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;years went by, and i started working right after graduation. yup, still bestfriend-less. a couple more years went by and i ended up working at Sykes. while i was there, i established a great friendship with this girl. it was unexpected. and to think that our friendship culminated after a fight. yes, that's when the infamous line "you think you're so perfect" started. that's when we became best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i would have still lived a good life if i didn't have a best friend. but it's definitely better that i do. in fact, i now have three...you, Love and jayvs. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every woman should have a friend whom she can trust completely, who would always give advice no matter how painfully true they are, who would always believe in her and be proud of her, who would remain connected to her even when they are countries apart. :) bes, thank you for being that person to me. have a wonderful, wonderful birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_scs1fghe0VY/Rt7K88E0xPI/AAAAAAAAAAc/7iCU_YHW-I4/s1600-h/IMG_0332+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_scs1fghe0VY/Rt7K88E0xPI/AAAAAAAAAAc/7iCU_YHW-I4/s320/IMG_0332+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106742175752045810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20844647-7297143374541059326?l=perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/feeds/7297143374541059326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20844647&amp;postID=7297143374541059326&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20844647.post-1865609440423553262</id><published>2007-08-29T12:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T00:14:49.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;_bliss_&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel wonderfully blessed to be in a relationship that never makes me feel suffocated. while i still enjoy the same freedom and independence i had when i was unattached, i feel a great sense of belongingness and an acceptable level of dependency to you. dependency in a good way, the kind that makes me feel...safe. i just realized that you are the first guy who made me feel such. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have so many things to thank you for. but i can sum it up to this: thank you for letting me experience a love binded in trust and respect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's really amazing how we ended up together. when i first met you, i never really imagined that i could be your girlfriend because i knew that you had high -- very, very, high standards -- in a girl. well, what do you know? i passed your standards. ;) and i guess, we found our match in each other. right? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy happy birthday, Love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20844647-1865609440423553262?l=perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/feeds/1865609440423553262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20844647&amp;postID=1865609440423553262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/1865609440423553262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the problem is, i am talking to someone who has a preconceived notion about me. and every word that comes out of my mouth is just foreign language to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in an instant, i have a seething reaction to everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it could get worse. i am slowly becoming crippled by this rage. i know it's all so pointless in the end. i was told that it doesn't matter what other people think of you, as long as you know yourself and you know the truth, that's what's important. but on a fundamental level, i believe it SHOULD matter if these people are related to you. by blood. and i mean your immediate family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just feel it's worthless if it's only me who knows the truth. what good is a family if no one believes you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20844647.post-1005438364374965927</id><published>2007-07-20T02:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T02:56:54.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;_mesh_&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've had my share of complaints about being an adult. problems seem bigger as i mature, but it also means that i get greater chances of learning. over the years, i have gotten better at understanding the difference between making a living and making a life. i have managed to let go of crappy moments by realizing that i have more things to thank for. i have identified the people with whom, no matter how complicated things may get, i will never lose respect for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;each experience -- good or bad -- is represented by a string. the strings can get all tangled up, but they all account in forming a web. a rich and interesting web which makes absolute sense. it illustrates my life -- what i have done and what i have become so far. and i wouldn't dare cut a single string, for every single one of them is important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look forward to making my web tougher and richer -- i will need it to have a more solid base.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's to living a life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20844647-1005438364374965927?l=perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/feeds/1005438364374965927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20844647.post-6414961522289244393</id><published>2007-06-27T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T15:51:54.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;_relativity_&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you do when neither speaking up nor remaining silent helps? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seem to mess things up no matter what i choose to do. maybe i am the wrong variable in this equation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting tired of solving this. i need a tutor. a people correlation tutor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20844647-6414961522289244393?l=perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20844647.post-5724377859252565828</id><published>2007-06-11T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T22:36:57.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i can't remember the last time i was this mad, misunderstood and frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i can't remember ever being this hurt by someone i truly care about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20844647-5724377859252565828?l=perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/feeds/5724377859252565828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20844647.post-4057971025619052987</id><published>2007-06-08T02:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T02:18:15.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;_pink candle_&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happiness comes in many forms, levels, and even lengths. a lot of times, people content themselves with these fleeting moments of happiness. they believe that a minute of happiness is better than not experiencing it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but at certain times it makes me want to believe otherwise, because once these moments are over, they are replaced by dullness and frustration. dullness and frustration that are choking me inside. dullness and frustration that leave me wondering if it's better if i had not experienced any amount of happiness at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and moreso than anything, the dullness and frustration leave me with a big question. was i truly happy...or was i just telling myself that i was happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am leaning towards the latter. and it scares me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i need to light &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; pink candle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20844647-4057971025619052987?l=perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/feeds/4057971025619052987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20844647&amp;postID=4057971025619052987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye, California (and Nevada hehe). see you again soon. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_scs1fghe0VY/Rlp1bMb5AoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/d7HO4hAjQqc/s1600-h/DSC04683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_scs1fghe0VY/Rlp1bMb5AoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/d7HO4hAjQqc/s320/DSC04683.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069493440614040194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20844647-1940446297641953080?l=perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/feeds/1940446297641953080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20844647.post-6441835015554144852</id><published>2007-04-17T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T18:20:26.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;_evolving_&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;indeed, time flies when you're having fun. i cannot, cannot, believe that tomorrow's the big day already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will run out of adjectives to describe you bes. :) but it all boils down to one thing -- that you are real. you've always been solid about being one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if i'm older than you (o one year lang yan ha. :P), most of the time i feel that you are the "ate" because i always look up to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i may be the most emotional person right now about your departure, but i guess, i am also the proudest. i am literally smiling while crying these past few weeks. :) i'm sad, but then again, this is what's best for you...and i want what's best for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for giving me the most valuable friendship i will ever have. you will remain one of the most important people in my life. i love you Bes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a little something i made for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kaleine.multiply.com/video/item/1"&gt;Salam&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(just get the video from there since the one i uploaded on youtube is a bit blurry)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20844647-6441835015554144852?l=perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/feeds/6441835015554144852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20844647.post-8135283062617314242</id><published>2007-03-31T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T23:24:47.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;_wobbly_&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i missed the street which i was supposed to turn right to. i am guilty of thinking and driving. deep deep thinking yet still safe driving. it's amazing how i still end up alive and it's ironic that i get traffic tickets when i'm absolutely concentrated on the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hit the gas pedal hard as i realized certain things to be real. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;undiscovered turmoil and fever and a secondary fever of confusion, and then the astonishing relief from something wrong but probably right for me. i know this because the panic mode quickly turned into a calm one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something became off-balance. i'm trying to determine which side it is. i'm going to either load or unload something. and that's the most difficult part ---  deciding. i have to make the right choice because one wrong move would mean a permanent loss of stability.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20844647-8135283062617314242?l=perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/feeds/8135283062617314242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20844647&amp;postID=8135283062617314242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/8135283062617314242'/><link rel='self' 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case, YOU happend to me. and it was a good thing -- a very very good thing. my life certainly began when we got together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter how traumatized or negative i was, you made me a believer again, and a firm one at that. i said it once, twice, and i will never get tired of saying it: you are the guy -- the only guy -- who was man enough to prove to me that not all men are the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have absolutely never felt more loved and valued. thank you for showing me what real love is about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy anniversary, Love. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20844647-6714073931066552319?l=perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/feeds/6714073931066552319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20844647&amp;postID=6714073931066552319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/6714073931066552319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/6714073931066552319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/2007/03/toward-certain-things-happen-to-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20844647.post-7502973440162937619</id><published>2007-02-28T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T16:52:05.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;_steering_&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when things are going too well, expect something wrong (or weird) to happen. and i know i'm not the only one who thinks this way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few weeks back, on a tuesday afternoon, i was having a considerably normal and boring day. or so i thought. suddenly, i was a little bit out of my element.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the source? unknown. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i usually walk this off. but the rain prompted me to drive around the city. even driving relaxes me. amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found myself sitting on benches and chairs in different places: in a church, in a deserted commercial area that time of the year, and in a busy coffee shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all those sitting made me meditate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despite being in control, you will reach a point when you will become powerless. despite being needed, you will still feel that there are minutes in a day when you are ignored.&lt;br /&gt;despite being adequate, you will still feel deficient.&lt;br /&gt;despite having it all, you will still feel that there's something you cannot have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why? i don't know. and i will never figure these things out. i will just keep on experiencing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until the next city drive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20844647-7502973440162937619?l=perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20844647.post-7186083126411502579</id><published>2007-01-18T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T09:31:23.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;_axis_&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can finally tell what the problem is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;setting expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;depending on the day, i can either be idealistic or realistic. when the former is stronger, i set certain expectations on how one will act or speak. i was never a mind reader, yet somehow, i manage to assume how one will react. and when it doesn't go the way i expected, i am crushed. i find it hard to understand what just happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after knowing everything there is to know about NOT having expectations, i still end up expecting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it must be a normal thing. somewhere, wired into my system, there must exist a tiny nerve that registers the innate desire to be idealistic once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;everyone is entitled to occasionally dream of an ideal world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess there's nothing wrong with having expectations -- low or high. what i need to learn now, is to accept the outcome which may or may not match what i envisioned. i can't believe that at this point my life, i still have to learn how to do this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to remember that things come and go. people and come and go. the rest is a residue that i have to deal with. and that's what is expected of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20844647-7186083126411502579?l=perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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deserving *wink*).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in 2006, my life started to build upward and outward. i was still prone to sadness and misery, but i have become far more balanced and less prone to giving up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's hoping that 2007 will be as wonderful...maybe even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy 2007 everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20844647-7578993853320941875?l=perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/feeds/7578993853320941875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20844647&amp;postID=7578993853320941875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/7578993853320941875'/><link 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20844647.post-116437157322030100</id><published>2006-11-26T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T16:48:25.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;_luminous_&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i'm losing it when everybody's words don't make sense to me anymore. it's when people start giving their  &lt;s&gt;litany &lt;/s&gt;  pieces of advice and everything just sounds gibberish. i know they have every good intention and they may think that their advice can help, but in moments like this, all i want to do is ask them to shut up. (but i don't do it. maybe one day i will)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most importantly, i know i'm off-track when, in the shortest moment possible, i had second thoughts about the one thing i can always trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my instincts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abstractions and loose statements. the seemingly petty and harmless aspects CAN and WILL one day surprise you with a strong presence. so strong that it can throw you off balance, even for just a split second. an all important split second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;serious embarrassment is what i felt during that one second. how could i NOT trust my instincts? but then again, who validates one's instincts? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have never heard anyone say "don't trust your instincts." they always say it in an affirmative and encouraging way: trust. your. instincts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a few days ago, i learned -- in an immodest way -- the value of trusting my own intuition. and for me to doubt it is almost unforgivable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my instincts and my faith in Him definitely cleared the air. it also made me laugh at the realization that people's unfounded allegations don't deserve my attention. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are puzzles not worth solving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20844647-116437157322030100?l=perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/feeds/116437157322030100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20844647&amp;postID=116437157322030100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/116437157322030100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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being ethical. it is surprising, ironic even, to feel guilty after being supposedly noble, or even just nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have all felt guilty of something we did -- something wrong. under weird circumstances, however, i feel guilty for doing something right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's probably a combination of guilt and lamentation. a series of &lt;em&gt;"i should've just"&lt;/em&gt; statements run through my head:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should've just lied&lt;br /&gt;i should've just been bitchy&lt;br /&gt;i should've just not cared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never thought i'd be disappointed for those certain times that i have been principled and faithful. i am trying hard to understand why i am being punished for having a good heart. &lt;br /&gt;i'm not willing to become a heartless person -- just yet. but the idea to become one is very tempting when your day is getting all fucked up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm no saint. i can be an awful person at times. but i think i'm a well-disposed being in general. and with the good deeds i've done, no matter how little they are, i somehow expect the world to reciprocate. i'm not asking too much, am i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the concept of good karma is something i still believe in. it just takes time. &lt;br /&gt;i'm waiting for it to surprise me one day. it would be especially sweet if it surprises me during a time when i least expect it and need it most. so i'll wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perversely, i'll wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20844647-116209815265432914?l=perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/feeds/116209815265432914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20844647.post-116040667606836268</id><published>2006-10-12T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T18:17:50.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;_ground_&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people make time for what they want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i recognized early on in life that there is no such thing as being busy -- the 24/7 kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;countless, countless times have we uttered the words "i'm busy", sometimes even without thinking what we're really busy about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the same concept applies to what i have known all these years but never came close to admitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am busy...busy running away from what i want. and what i want translates to what i need. because right now, what i want, is the only thing that will shut them up. i'm not in the mood to elaborate on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been too apprehensive to move forward and too confused where to direct my gaze. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the first time, i should not be content with...&lt;em&gt;just this&lt;/em&gt;. i'm not saying that i'm not grateful -- because i am. but i should be pushing my boundaries. just because i can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all this time, certain events have been telling me one simple truth: everything i want is outside my comfort zone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and right this moment, i finally listened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20844647-116040667606836268?l=perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/feeds/116040667606836268/comments/default' title='Post 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and another wall. anything you look at appears the same. you breathe in the air that carries the emptiness, the tiredness and even the annoying shame that comes with it. there's nothing much left to do and there's nowhere to go but here. just here. where the truth is. the truth will never change and it definitely won't leave you. so figure out a way around it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what you realize now is that some decisions are not difficult to make -- they're just painful, sometimes even a torture. and you're gonna need more time, not to be healed, but to get used to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20844647-115898934700064633?l=perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/feeds/115898934700064633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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everything appears so right. so normal. but there would always be a moment -- half a moment -- when i'd feel that there's a tiny misfigured detail. i can't ignore it. and i keep thinking that it's still my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was i trying too hard? maybe. &lt;br /&gt;okay. but was that so wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only things happened as planned, instead of what did. this isn't one of those episodes when i can easily apply the art of flexibility. i refuse to adjust to the situation so quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's gonna take a while before i shake off this feeling of guilt. i'm getting accustomed to the sharp way of my breathing these days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20844647-115703637852913057?l=perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/feeds/115703637852913057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20844647&amp;postID=115703637852913057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/115703637852913057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/115703637852913057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/2006/08/shoestring-i-have-yet-to-feel-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20844647.post-115650378000253583</id><published>2006-08-28T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T10:40:36.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;_how well do i know me?_&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's always something about other people's attitude that can tick you off. and unless you have the patience of a saint -- i know i don't -- the only other option is not to pay attention. well, that's easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until that person turns out to be me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can i ignore me altogether?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought i always knew the kind of personality i have. and i always believed that no one should know myself better than me. but sporadically, i would find myself behaving like someone very different from what is expected of me; doing something i shouldn't be doing; feeling something i shouldn't be feeling; saying something i shouldn't be saying. all these "somethings" just mean one thing: something stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's one of the most absurd lines, and i swear i heard myself grunt when i thought of typing this, but simply put -- i wasn't being myself. and no one is more surprised and disappointed than yours truly. and no, this is not a case of discovering something new about me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate how i've become -- no matter how short or unintentional it is -- someone i never want to be. all the years of saying to myself "i will never be like this, or that" is nothing but a hollow statement now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after what happened, all i had was shame coming to me and i didn't know how to handle it. i wanted to say i'm sorry. the feeling soared in my body but when it finally reached my mouth, it had no voice, no words. just a lot of air and frustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made a mistake and now i can't get myself together. somehow, it's harder to make an apology when you can't even understand why you displayed such stupidity in the first place. oh yeah, i know...i wasn't being myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as if anyone would buy that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3927/193/1600/Copy%20of%20199834283_866a0731c1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3927/193/320/Copy%20of%20199834283_866a0731c1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(currently my favorite picture. go figure.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20844647-115650378000253583?l=perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/feeds/115650378000253583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20844647&amp;postID=115650378000253583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/115650378000253583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/115650378000253583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/2006/08/how-well-do-i-know-me-theres-always.html' title=''/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20844647.post-115555117358102222</id><published>2006-08-21T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T17:49:44.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;_either it makes or breaks you_&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at one point, i managed to adjust to the permanence of having fear in my life -- any man's life. i have understood that it is something normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are certain fears that i allow myself to have. i label them as valid fears. &lt;br /&gt;i just have to let them play their &lt;em&gt;lit-tle&lt;/em&gt; roles in my life without letting them control me. no matter how hard i try, no matter how brave i may one day become, no matter how much i believe that i can disregard them, they will never leave the vulnerable places in me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will just have to deal with them (with the hope that i will not collide).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand, there are fears that are simply there to intimidate me -- those that are baseless and trivial. i stand in them for too long until it seemed that i melted right into them. either that, or i had to trade in a pack of faith for a pack of superficial fears. i later found out that the former -- although heavier -- was what i needed to always carry around with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think this line says it all:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Many fears, like soap bubbles, are all show and of very little substance. One prick with the pin of faith and they vanish." &lt;/em&gt; --&gt; taken from my friend's daily inspirational reads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so unless it is a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;valid fear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, i would simply prick it with a pin of strong faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so help me God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20844647-115555117358102222?l=perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/feeds/115555117358102222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20844647&amp;postID=115555117358102222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/115555117358102222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/115555117358102222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/2006/08/either-it-makes-or-breaks-you-at-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20844647.post-115373139160381622</id><published>2006-07-24T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T08:58:10.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;_yet_&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you would think, that after almost 3 years of owning blogs, it'll be easy for me to open up to the world (even if it's just in writing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a torture for me to tell someone that he/she hurt me. i grew up in a home where people don't talk to each other -- i mean REAL talk. the kind of conversations that open forums are made of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once, years ago, i tried speaking up. but injury came to me in all forms: physically, emotionally, mentally. that's what came to me if i opened my mouth. i vowed never to speak up again. whatever emotional turbulence i experience at home should remain obscure. i will (and have) become contented and comforted dealing with such pains on my own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, there are places beyond home and somehow i found a venue to develop my skill of opening up -- at least to non-family members. but it didn't give me the results i wanted, let alone, needed. revelation lost whatever edge it had. i thought that disclosure would finally bring clarity to things. it made absolute sense, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even after a number of attempts of uncovering my innermost thoughts and feelings, i am still misunderstood. i have done all -- and i mean ALL -- i could to present things in black and white, yet it appears gray to the other person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing has improved. nothing has changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my theory is that all the years of concealing my opinion spawned my inept ability to get my message across. it saddens me that no words can actually represent what i want to say. i am uncertain if i will ever make that accurate connection to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is even more frustrating. i finally learned how to handle a confrontation but it proves to be futile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like a rehearsal for the performance that never takes place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20844647-115373139160381622?l=perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/feeds/115373139160381622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20844647&amp;postID=115373139160381622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/115373139160381622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/115373139160381622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/2006/07/yet-you-would-think-that-after-almost.html' title=''/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20844647.post-115279357621673937</id><published>2006-07-13T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T21:09:53.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;_paddling through_&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does everything REALLY happen for a reason? do they have to? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i suddenly started wondering why we are so convinced that things do happen for a reason. (it must be the weather.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3927/193/1600/small%20row%20ur%20boat.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3927/193/320/small%20row%20ur%20boat.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people can just attach a reason for every human action. i am amazed at how we do this. are we simply justifying things that are happening to us? because when i try to weave the so-called reasons behind the events in my life, i come up with different categories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are reasons that are rational, and there are reasons that are downright ridiculous; others i deserve, and others i don't (or i refuse to accept that i do); some reasons are justified, and some are not; some are obvious, some are blurred; some are enlightening, and some are irritatingly confusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most of all, some are known, and some are not. the question is, do we want to know it all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is another interesting contrast in life: we find so damn hard to search for meanings, but other times, we try to figure out if there's a way of not knowing. either way, there's always a big question mark right smack in the middle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20844647-115279357621673937?l=perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/feeds/115279357621673937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20844647&amp;postID=115279357621673937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/115279357621673937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/115279357621673937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/2006/07/paddling-through-does-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20844647.post-115206791325582912</id><published>2006-07-05T10:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T11:43:01.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;_knocking on closed, cold, and opinionated hearts_&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before you go hatin' &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; because of what &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;another someone &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;told you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get both sides of the story first. and fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it'll save you a huge amount of time -- time you could've used being a friend instead of dwelling on hostility that wasn't supposed to be there in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3927/193/1600/shadows.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3927/193/320/shadows.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someone&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was initially surprised why you were so confident that you will not have any hatred in you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i understand. i clearly do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you will not have any hatred -- only frustration that they never really knew you, or what was in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because they don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;another someone&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i knew i could've said it aloud to you as you delved into the territory of anguish.  but i also didn't want to stop you from whining -- even if it weighs nothing now. at least it affords you a distraction, which is what you need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nonetheless, i have to knock some sense into you because you're all consumed in disgust. i need to have at least parallel examples so you can believe. so that you, and the rest of them, can comprehend the theory behind what it is that unglued everyone from their seemingly normal lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and one last thing: don't spend your lifetime planning on the perfect revenge. it's a stubborn way of dealing with all this. don't even try to make one small injury. it bleeds into another until the whole system tips over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20844647-115206791325582912?l=perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/feeds/115206791325582912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20844647&amp;postID=115206791325582912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/115206791325582912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/115206791325582912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/2006/07/knocking-on-closed-cold-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20844647.post-115157586449947797</id><published>2006-07-03T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T19:05:40.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;_when they start griping_&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure how to deal with friends who indulge in guilt tripping. whether it's intentional or not, it's just plain unsought for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know i'd love to be there for you, but there are times when i simply can't. and believe it or not, i have valid reasons why. besides, i didn't realize the sense of urgency. try to recall HOW you asked me about it. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter how i stretch my time, there will never be enough of jarjar for everyone. and i hope you see it the way i do -- that just because i can't be with you physically, it doesn't mean that i don't care. I DO. and you should know me better than that. i am your friend, and you don't need to see me 24/7 to prove this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps this is His way of telling you that there are things you have to deal with on your own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should know. i've been there a lot of times. and i re-emerge stronger and braver every time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20844647-115157586449947797?l=perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/feeds/115157586449947797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20844647&amp;postID=115157586449947797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/115157586449947797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/115157586449947797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/2006/07/when-they-start-griping-im-not-sure.html' title=''/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20844647.post-115090571804789792</id><published>2006-06-21T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T00:58:23.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;_unabashed_&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not as brave, the way some people are, in affirming that they do not have any regrets. i've heard it all before -- and even said it to myself at times -- &lt;br /&gt;"i don't regret anything in my life. for i wouldn't be who i am today if not for this and that, blah blah blah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a friend asked me if i would rather not have gone through that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;certain phase&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. i said yes. my mouth closed on the word, and i let out a sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i try to focus on the details rather than the totality, i realize that i could have lived just as fine if i didn't take that road. i could've just experienced a heartbreak in a totally different dimension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i knew the consequences. i knew it from the beginning, though i wasn't able to articulate the thought. it was a matter of making choices. and i chose the bad one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i regretted it. it belongs to yesteryears. even the regretting part is also over now. it's just that this is the first time that someone actually asked me about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes. i regretted it. and it was brave of me to admit that i did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20844647-115090571804789792?l=perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/feeds/115090571804789792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20844647&amp;postID=115090571804789792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/115090571804789792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20844647/posts/default/115090571804789792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlytarnished.blogspot.com/2006/06/unabashed-i-am-not-as-brave-way-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Jar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09038269711395858204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hltlCJGiRNM/Tk-J5m0oEcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/em6--i5LJcM/s220/5808429684_81afca1eb0_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
