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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun ShoTs'/><title type='text'>Nature Lover</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Fo9E3AZNnc/SiUsz8uOM0I/AAAAAAAAABY/AvYdpOeuTF8/s1600-h/bicol-hotspring+09+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Fo9E3AZNnc/SiUsz8uOM0I/AAAAAAAAABY/AvYdpOeuTF8/s320/bicol-hotspring+09+014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342725803929908034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Fo9E3AZNnc/SiUszmH2IKI/AAAAAAAAABI/0TCXTMbrXRw/s1600-h/bicol+trip09+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Fo9E3AZNnc/SiUszmH2IKI/AAAAAAAAABI/0TCXTMbrXRw/s320/bicol+trip09+015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342725797863366818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749786503335088067.post-4765330222644593786</id><published>2009-02-05T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T22:08:16.751+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts to Share'/><title type='text'>Goodbye</title><content type='html'>Things are changing&lt;br /&gt;It seems strange and&lt;br /&gt;I need to figure this out&lt;br /&gt;You've got yout life&lt;br /&gt;I've got mine&lt;br /&gt;But you I seem to care about&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we were laughing&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm left asking&lt;br /&gt;Where has all the time gone&lt;br /&gt;Feel left alone somehow&lt;br /&gt;Growing up, getting older&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to hear those words tonight&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's not the end for us&lt;br /&gt;Don't say anything tonight&lt;br /&gt;If you're going to say goodbye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;so cute haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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title='Goodbye'/><author><name>frozenpeach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591640482660981693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4Fo9E3AZNnc/SILE0VLCoGI/AAAAAAAAAAw/z5JKtiZ1sBo/S220/venus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749786503335088067.post-3531810872059050994</id><published>2009-02-05T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T21:51:47.704+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts to Share'/><title type='text'>Past</title><content type='html'>you lit up my life&lt;br /&gt;you filled my emptiness inside&lt;br /&gt;you changed everything in me&lt;br /&gt;simply, i love you more than&lt;br /&gt;anything ever could be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you never know how sweet your voice is&lt;br /&gt;your touch that give me such chill&lt;br /&gt;i cant explain how much you mean to me&lt;br /&gt;truly, i love you deeply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you said I'm everything to you&lt;br /&gt;that I'm so special in ways i never knew&lt;br /&gt;but why did you left me that quick?&lt;br /&gt;never knowing what the real reason is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you said it's over&lt;br /&gt;that things really wont go our way&lt;br /&gt;never!&lt;br /&gt;but why now?&lt;br /&gt;when you know you did occupy&lt;br /&gt;a lot in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now you left me scar&lt;br /&gt;never even giving me the reason&lt;br /&gt;why our love ended that quick&lt;br /&gt;will you expect me to forget you in just a wink?&lt;br /&gt;am i not special anymore?&lt;br /&gt;where are your words before?&lt;br /&gt;that you love me so much more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so down right now&lt;br /&gt;that i thought&lt;br /&gt;how could someone said he loves me&lt;br /&gt;but left me all quickly&lt;br /&gt;tell me, what's your reason really?&lt;br /&gt;for me to understand fully,&lt;br /&gt;THAT YOU DONT ANYMORE LOVE ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Just got it somewhere, i like the message of it hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749786503335088067-3531810872059050994?l=frozenpeach18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenpeach18.blogspot.com/feeds/3531810872059050994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749786503335088067&amp;postID=3531810872059050994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749786503335088067/posts/default/3531810872059050994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749786503335088067/posts/default/3531810872059050994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenpeach18.blogspot.com/2009/02/past.html' title='Past'/><author><name>frozenpeach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591640482660981693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4Fo9E3AZNnc/SILE0VLCoGI/AAAAAAAAAAw/z5JKtiZ1sBo/S220/venus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749786503335088067.post-5304045201331325272</id><published>2009-01-18T22:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T22:10:01.096+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts to Share'/><title type='text'>hEArt</title><content type='html'>Someone has wisely said:&lt;br /&gt; "The heart is a fertile place.. anything planted there will grow for sure.. whether LOVE or HATRED.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waaaaaaah I can't think of anything to post in this blog..hehe&lt;div 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title='hEArt'/><author><name>frozenpeach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591640482660981693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4Fo9E3AZNnc/SILE0VLCoGI/AAAAAAAAAAw/z5JKtiZ1sBo/S220/venus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749786503335088067.post-8508460595104880686</id><published>2008-12-14T21:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T21:18:47.127+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Collection of Songs'/><title type='text'>ALL I want For Christmas</title><content type='html'>I don't want a lot for Christmas&lt;br /&gt;There's just one thing I need&lt;br /&gt;I don't care about the presents&lt;br /&gt;Underneath the Christmas tree&lt;br /&gt;I just want you for my own&lt;br /&gt;More than you could ever know&lt;br /&gt;Make my wish come true&lt;br /&gt;All I want for Christmas is...&lt;br /&gt;You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want a lot for Christmas&lt;br /&gt;There's just one thing I need&lt;br /&gt;I don't care about the presents&lt;br /&gt;Underneath the Christmas tree&lt;br /&gt;I don't need to hang my stocking&lt;br /&gt;There upon the fireplace&lt;br /&gt;Santa Claus won't make me happy&lt;br /&gt;With a toy on Christmas day&lt;br /&gt;I just want you for my own&lt;br /&gt;More than you could ever know&lt;br /&gt;Make my wish come true&lt;br /&gt;All I want for Christmas is you&lt;br /&gt;You baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't ask for much this Christmas&lt;br /&gt;I don't even wish for snow&lt;br /&gt;I'm just gonna keep on waiting&lt;br /&gt;Underneath the mistletoe&lt;br /&gt;I won't make a list and send it&lt;br /&gt;To the North Pole for Saint Nick&lt;br /&gt;I won't even stay awake to&lt;br /&gt;Hear those magic reindeers click&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I just want you here tonight&lt;br /&gt;Holding on to me so tight&lt;br /&gt;What more can I do&lt;br /&gt;Baby all I want for Christmas is you&lt;br /&gt;Ooh baby&lt;br /&gt;All the lights are shining&lt;br /&gt;So brightly everywhere&lt;br /&gt;And the sound of children's&lt;br /&gt;Laughter fills the air&lt;br /&gt;And everyone is singing&lt;br /&gt;I hear those sleigh bells ringing&lt;br /&gt;Santa won't you bring me the one I really need&lt;br /&gt;Won't you please bring my baby to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I don't want a lot for Christmas&lt;br /&gt;This is all I'm asking for&lt;br /&gt;I just want to see my baby&lt;br /&gt;Standing right outside my door&lt;br /&gt;Oh I just want you for my own&lt;br /&gt;More than you could ever know&lt;br /&gt;Make my wish come true&lt;br /&gt;Baby all I want for Christmas is...&lt;br /&gt;You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want for Christmas is you... baby &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;I don't want a baby lolz...I can't think of any topic to post in this blog,so I just post a lyrics of my favorite song for Christmas..which is All I want for Christmas, but this year, I don't know who or what I want for this season,hehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749786503335088067-8508460595104880686?l=frozenpeach18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenpeach18.blogspot.com/feeds/8508460595104880686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749786503335088067&amp;postID=8508460595104880686' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749786503335088067/posts/default/8508460595104880686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749786503335088067/posts/default/8508460595104880686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenpeach18.blogspot.com/2008/12/all-i-want-for-christmas.html' title='ALL I want For Christmas'/><author><name>frozenpeach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591640482660981693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4Fo9E3AZNnc/SILE0VLCoGI/AAAAAAAAAAw/z5JKtiZ1sBo/S220/venus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749786503335088067.post-3935620569572281549</id><published>2008-11-05T18:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T18:16:16.789+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts to Share'/><title type='text'>Just A Quote</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, you just have to put a period on something that has to end, and not just settle on a comma. Why? Coz time will come,you'll realize that it's nicer to see a complete sentence,rather than seeing a phrase that's completely hanging and doesn't even make any sense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749786503335088067-3935620569572281549?l=frozenpeach18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenpeach18.blogspot.com/feeds/3935620569572281549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749786503335088067&amp;postID=3935620569572281549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749786503335088067/posts/default/3935620569572281549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749786503335088067/posts/default/3935620569572281549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenpeach18.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-quote.html' title='Just A Quote'/><author><name>frozenpeach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591640482660981693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4Fo9E3AZNnc/SILE0VLCoGI/AAAAAAAAAAw/z5JKtiZ1sBo/S220/venus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749786503335088067.post-2322444998662924094</id><published>2008-10-02T19:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T18:23:47.895+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts to Share'/><title type='text'>StiLL PuReLy Innocent</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 65% Pure&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/the100questionpuritytest/pure-2.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're pretty pure, and you have no plans on changing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do have a devilish side though... and it will probably get the better of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/the100questionpuritytest/"&gt;The 100 Question Purity Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got this from one of my friends. I enjoyed the test. Now I know that I'm still pure- pure as white..still purely innocent!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749786503335088067-2322444998662924094?l=frozenpeach18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenpeach18.blogspot.com/feeds/2322444998662924094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749786503335088067&amp;postID=2322444998662924094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749786503335088067/posts/default/2322444998662924094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749786503335088067/posts/default/2322444998662924094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenpeach18.blogspot.com/2008/10/still-purely-innocent.html' title='StiLL PuReLy Innocent'/><author><name>frozenpeach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591640482660981693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4Fo9E3AZNnc/SILE0VLCoGI/AAAAAAAAAAw/z5JKtiZ1sBo/S220/venus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749786503335088067.post-3293162900517716715</id><published>2008-09-25T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T18:23:04.380+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mixed Emotions'/><title type='text'>Somehow you’ll remember</title><content type='html'>Somehow you’ll remember&lt;br /&gt;The time we first encounter&lt;br /&gt;We had lots of memories together&lt;br /&gt;But they were all gone forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow you’ll remember&lt;br /&gt;Simple things you used to do&lt;br /&gt;From the songs you played&lt;br /&gt;And from the words you once shared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow you’ll remember&lt;br /&gt;Weird moments I’ve done for you&lt;br /&gt;They were all new&lt;br /&gt;So that it wont make you feel blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We might be miles away&lt;br /&gt;Go on our separate ways&lt;br /&gt;Time will pass&lt;br /&gt;Our lives will eventually change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But,somehow you’ll remember us&lt;br /&gt;That started with a simple “hi”&lt;br /&gt;ended with a painful “goodbye”&lt;br /&gt;And we’ll be apart from each other FOREVER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749786503335088067-3293162900517716715?l=frozenpeach18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenpeach18.blogspot.com/feeds/3293162900517716715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749786503335088067&amp;postID=3293162900517716715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749786503335088067/posts/default/3293162900517716715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749786503335088067/posts/default/3293162900517716715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenpeach18.blogspot.com/2008/09/somehow-youll-remember.html' title='Somehow you’ll remember'/><author><name>frozenpeach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591640482660981693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4Fo9E3AZNnc/SILE0VLCoGI/AAAAAAAAAAw/z5JKtiZ1sBo/S220/venus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749786503335088067.post-6564013599954173407</id><published>2008-09-06T14:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T18:14:29.782+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Precious Times'/><title type='text'>Absent on Duty</title><content type='html'>Yesterday,I didn't go on duty because I was convinced by my co-trainee not to go. Instead of facing the oldy staff nurses on pm shift, the three of us were absent,the two of us just played badminton together with the OR staff nurses and our other co-trainee which was assigned in the ER. And the other one who was so sure that she would go on a duty just went out on a date. And so,the ICU/CCU area didn't have trainees yesterday. I wonder what would the staff nurses were thinking at that time. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anyway, I enjoyed the day. It has been a long time since I played badminton and my body's aching huhu.. I just hope that the badminton schedule with my close friend (as in my friend,neighborhood,HS classmate batchmate,college classmate batchmate) will come to a reality and not only on SKETCH. hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749786503335088067-6564013599954173407?l=frozenpeach18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenpeach18.blogspot.com/feeds/6564013599954173407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749786503335088067&amp;postID=6564013599954173407' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749786503335088067/posts/default/6564013599954173407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749786503335088067/posts/default/6564013599954173407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenpeach18.blogspot.com/2008/09/absent-on-duty.html' title='Absent on Duty'/><author><name>frozenpeach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591640482660981693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4Fo9E3AZNnc/SILE0VLCoGI/AAAAAAAAAAw/z5JKtiZ1sBo/S220/venus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749786503335088067.post-4090056615281888980</id><published>2008-08-31T10:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T18:14:29.783+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Precious Times'/><title type='text'>Happy HORSE</title><content type='html'>At last, I already saw a "happy horse". Last Thursday, one of my co-trainees invited us to have some fun in his dorm(meaning inuman hehe) because he couldn't think of anything to do and so he wanted us to accompany him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so that was my first time to see a happy horse bottle. It was really smiling. The face of the horse was fat and red is the color of the back of the bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got drunk easily. As usual, the reactions were the same such as palpitations, redness and difficulty of breathing. And I even vomitted, the worst of it is that I vomitted at the side of the road (kahiya talaga!). It was surprising that I got home in my condition. And when I got home, I vomitted again at our restroom not being noticed by my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going home alone in this condition was really scary, you may not know what will happen and so I won't drink again. I won't drink when I don't have a company to take me home.hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to drink, to experience all kinds of beverages but those didn't like me.. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749786503335088067-4090056615281888980?l=frozenpeach18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenpeach18.blogspot.com/feeds/4090056615281888980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749786503335088067&amp;postID=4090056615281888980' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749786503335088067/posts/default/4090056615281888980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749786503335088067/posts/default/4090056615281888980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenpeach18.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-horse.html' title='Happy HORSE'/><author><name>frozenpeach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591640482660981693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4Fo9E3AZNnc/SILE0VLCoGI/AAAAAAAAAAw/z5JKtiZ1sBo/S220/venus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749786503335088067.post-3613492515042890537</id><published>2008-08-29T21:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T18:14:29.784+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Precious Times'/><title type='text'>On The Spot Decision</title><content type='html'>It's really hard to choose between two things especially if it needs an immediate decision, one may doubt if the decision made is right or wrong like in this situation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Tuesday, there was a cesarean case in the DR area, the baby was a pre-term,he was really small and his heart rate was below the normal range. The doctor told the team that the baby needs to be in the intensive care unit with all the equipments needed such as the oxygen and other stuffs but the doctor didn't give any assurance that the baby will survive. They talked to the father about the condition of his child, and the father decided not to continue with all the process. How sad that he gave up on his child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That time, I'm thinking about the reasons why the father chosed to give up the child, first one is that there is no assurance, second is the expenses-it costs a lot of money, and then if the baby will survive, later on we may not know if there will be complications as he grow older...At the other side of my mind, if there is a mean, the father should not give up. He doesn't have the right to give up the life of the child without even fighting,without even trying..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't  blame the father about his decision, maybe for him that's the best for both of them-the parents and the child. Maybe for the father, it is the right decision at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoaaa, it's hard to make decisions especially when you have to choose between the two..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about you, If you were in his situation, and you should decide right at that moment, will you go or not? will you fight (even if there is no assurance) or will you give up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; It can also be apply in LOVE..hehe LOL LOL LOL LOLZ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749786503335088067-3613492515042890537?l=frozenpeach18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenpeach18.blogspot.com/feeds/3613492515042890537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749786503335088067&amp;postID=3613492515042890537' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749786503335088067/posts/default/3613492515042890537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749786503335088067/posts/default/3613492515042890537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenpeach18.blogspot.com/2008/08/on-spot-decision.html' title='On The Spot Decision'/><author><name>frozenpeach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591640482660981693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4Fo9E3AZNnc/SILE0VLCoGI/AAAAAAAAAAw/z5JKtiZ1sBo/S220/venus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749786503335088067.post-7929802524732114621</id><published>2008-08-18T11:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T18:21:24.194+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Collection of Songs'/><title type='text'>SoMeone's Waiting FoR YoU</title><content type='html'>When I heard this song last night, I remembered my elementary days..As far a I could remember,we sang it during those days... =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be brave little one. &lt;br /&gt;Make a wish for each sad little tear.&lt;br /&gt;Hold your head up though no one is near&lt;br /&gt;Someone's waiting for you.&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry little one. &lt;br /&gt;There'll be a smile where a frown use to be&lt;br /&gt;You'll be part of the love that you see.&lt;br /&gt;Someone's waiting for you.&lt;br /&gt;Always keep a little prayer in your pocket&lt;br /&gt;and you're sure to see the light.&lt;br /&gt;Soon there'll be joy and happiness &lt;br /&gt;and your little world will be bright&lt;br /&gt;Have faith little one&lt;br /&gt;'Til your hopes and your wishes come true.&lt;br /&gt;You must try to be brave little one.&lt;br /&gt;Someone's waiting to love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's more applicable in my life right now hehe...Lolz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749786503335088067-7929802524732114621?l=frozenpeach18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenpeach18.blogspot.com/feeds/7929802524732114621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749786503335088067&amp;postID=7929802524732114621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749786503335088067/posts/default/7929802524732114621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749786503335088067/posts/default/7929802524732114621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenpeach18.blogspot.com/2008/08/someones-waiting-for-you.html' title='SoMeone&apos;s Waiting FoR YoU'/><author><name>frozenpeach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591640482660981693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4Fo9E3AZNnc/SILE0VLCoGI/AAAAAAAAAAw/z5JKtiZ1sBo/S220/venus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749786503335088067.post-6525149189655776582</id><published>2008-08-16T10:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T18:14:29.784+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Precious Times'/><title type='text'>PM ShiFt @ OR</title><content type='html'>Our first week duty at the operating room was finished, and although it was quite benign because we only had one operation per day, it was a fun experience because I was able to be a scrub nurse in one of the operation, it was thyroidectomy. At first,I was really scared(ganun talaga!), scared to do everything, scared to commit a mistake..but then I did have some mistakes. I even gave the wrong instruments, instead of thumb forcep,I gave a clamp, then instead of tie, I gave him the knife(bingi talaga). Overall, I did a nice job, even if there were mistakes..All I know is that I'd done my part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we had nothing to do, roaming around the area, storytelling, showbiz talks,picture taking and eating were the things that we usually do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I've learned is that you should face your fears. I really like to be a part of the team in the operating room. I like to experience the things that a scrubnurse or the circulating nurse usually do but there is that fear inside of me especially in maintaining sterility. And when it was my turn to be a scrubnurse at that time, the only words I told myself was "face your fears". What I was thinking at that time is that I like to experience it so I have to face it.I have to overcome my fear..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When you want, like or feel something but you are afraid to try, feel and experience that thing, afraid of the outcome that you might get. You have to face all your fears, you'll never know the result if you dont face it." (sometimes it's easier said than done lolz)...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749786503335088067-6525149189655776582?l=frozenpeach18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenpeach18.blogspot.com/feeds/6525149189655776582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749786503335088067&amp;postID=6525149189655776582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749786503335088067/posts/default/6525149189655776582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749786503335088067/posts/default/6525149189655776582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenpeach18.blogspot.com/2008/08/pm-shift-or.html' title='PM ShiFt @ OR'/><author><name>frozenpeach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591640482660981693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4Fo9E3AZNnc/SILE0VLCoGI/AAAAAAAAAAw/z5JKtiZ1sBo/S220/venus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749786503335088067.post-7335317384698530554</id><published>2008-08-10T10:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T18:16:16.790+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts to Share'/><title type='text'>All About LOVE</title><content type='html'>* Why do we LOVE? It's reassuring yet scary to think that we're ready to do everything, we're willing to give everything for love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The heart is strong. Even if it gets hurt, it heals, it LOVES again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* They say it's human nature to MOVE ON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Everyone gets hurt and the world has no obligation to protect you. Not because you're good or kind-hearted, you're going to be spared from pain,from being left behnd or from betrayal. But still man chooses to love. You Choose it over and over again because if you don't, it's as if you chose not to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sometimes you have to see pain, hold it, so you can let it go, so it will disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Put all your sorrows, let them go and start again. Allow yourself to get hurt because you can fight back. The point is you LIVE and KNOW that you loved and you've been loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Even if you have no assurance that your story will end with "I love you" and "happily ever after", don't afraid to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                               -taken from the movie "All About Love"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FALL IN LOVE, FEEL LOVE, STAY IN LOVE!!! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749786503335088067-7335317384698530554?l=frozenpeach18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenpeach18.blogspot.com/feeds/7335317384698530554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749786503335088067&amp;postID=7335317384698530554' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749786503335088067/posts/default/7335317384698530554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749786503335088067/posts/default/7335317384698530554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenpeach18.blogspot.com/2008/08/all-about-love.html' title='All About LOVE'/><author><name>frozenpeach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591640482660981693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4Fo9E3AZNnc/SILE0VLCoGI/AAAAAAAAAAw/z5JKtiZ1sBo/S220/venus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749786503335088067.post-8162800220490653501</id><published>2008-08-08T23:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T18:23:04.381+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mixed Emotions'/><title type='text'>08-08-08 PaRaDe oF SoNGs</title><content type='html'>What a day! It was a weird 08-08-08 day for me. There were songs I heard that hit me (tagos sa puso), it was really a parade of songs,and the first one in my list was "A Million Miles Away"(he's really far away from me that I can't reach him anymore. Next was "We're Starting All Over Again", I heard this twice and how I wish that the song will fit me in time. Then I also heard the song "I Love You More than You'll Ever Know", a memorable song, a a very short dance with someone(5 seconds I think hehe). Then the last one was "Only Hope", one of the songs he sang before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I know I can't help thinking what could this whole thing means. Eventhough I'm starting to focus myself in my career, still, there are things, events that happen and again, my mind will all goes back to him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749786503335088067-8162800220490653501?l=frozenpeach18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenpeach18.blogspot.com/feeds/8162800220490653501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749786503335088067&amp;postID=8162800220490653501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749786503335088067/posts/default/8162800220490653501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749786503335088067/posts/default/8162800220490653501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenpeach18.blogspot.com/2008/08/08-08-08-parade-of-songs.html' title='08-08-08 PaRaDe oF SoNGs'/><author><name>frozenpeach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591640482660981693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4Fo9E3AZNnc/SILE0VLCoGI/AAAAAAAAAAw/z5JKtiZ1sBo/S220/venus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749786503335088067.post-2528434104141010676</id><published>2008-08-02T13:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T18:14:29.785+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Precious Times'/><title type='text'>ToXiC WeeK "BUT"</title><content type='html'>First week of duty as a nurse trainee and it was a toxic one. Why? Because I felt like I'm starting all over again. After a year of being a certified "TAM" (tambay),now I'm having my first training at FEU hospital. It was scary because license is at risk (hehe) so one should really be careful when it comes to admitting a patient, preparing and giving medications,monitoring input and outputs, carrying out orders, and documenting all you've done in the charts. It was really tiring because in the ward (pedia ward) which I was assigned, there were many patients admitted that it could reach up a total of 23.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Even if my first week was so tiring, I got happy for 2 days because of someone I met in the ward. I admired him because he likes kids. Whenever the mother of the child was away, he was the one taking care and entertaining the child, even if they were not relatives and they only met at the ward. And then when I was sitting at the station doing my chartings, they went beside me and I was surprised because he looked at my ID to see my name and he said that the next time he will be in the ward, he hoped that I will have my MAN already (hehe). Another instance was when I went to my patient, he always had that smile for me. Yesterday was my last day on that ward and it was also his last day because his relative who was admitted was also for discharge on that day. How sad..lolz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anyway, what i realized was that I liked the guy because of the fact that he likes kids, and also he looks like my crush on pinoy dream academy, he looks like CHIVAS!! hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It was a tiring and toxic week BUT fun because of that someone...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749786503335088067-2528434104141010676?l=frozenpeach18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenpeach18.blogspot.com/feeds/2528434104141010676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749786503335088067&amp;postID=2528434104141010676' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749786503335088067/posts/default/2528434104141010676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749786503335088067/posts/default/2528434104141010676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenpeach18.blogspot.com/2008/08/toxic-week-but.html' title='ToXiC WeeK &quot;BUT&quot;'/><author><name>frozenpeach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591640482660981693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4Fo9E3AZNnc/SILE0VLCoGI/AAAAAAAAAAw/z5JKtiZ1sBo/S220/venus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749786503335088067.post-7750016162534784243</id><published>2008-08-01T22:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T18:21:24.194+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Collection of Songs'/><title type='text'>Million Miles Away</title><content type='html'>by Nikki Gil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d love to make you mine&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause it’s the only way to hold you&lt;br /&gt;In my wild imagination&lt;br /&gt;Still don’t know how&lt;br /&gt;To grab a chance and spend some time&lt;br /&gt;In just a simple conversation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain:&lt;br /&gt;Just give it a try&lt;br /&gt;Though I’m like chasing rainbows in the sky&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold you in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;And make believe that it’s true&lt;br /&gt;Although I know, I know that it’s impossible to do&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause you’re a star&lt;br /&gt;People love you as you are&lt;br /&gt;You’re a million miles away from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wished that you were here&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause it’s illusions every time you’re close to me&lt;br /&gt;And sing my love songs&lt;br /&gt;And it’s the only way&lt;br /&gt;I could tell the world I love you&lt;br /&gt;Although you’re a million miles away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain:&lt;br /&gt;Just give it a try&lt;br /&gt;Though I’m like chasing rainbows in the sky&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold you in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;And make believe that it’s true&lt;br /&gt;Although I know, I know that it’s impossible to do&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause you’re a star&lt;br /&gt;You’re a star&lt;br /&gt;You’re a star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Instrumental)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain:&lt;br /&gt;Just give it a try&lt;br /&gt;Though I’m like chasing rainbows in the sky&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold you in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;And make believe that it’s true&lt;br /&gt;Although I know, I know that it’s impossible to do&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause you’re a star&lt;br /&gt;You’re a star&lt;br /&gt;You’re a star&lt;br /&gt;Million miles away from me…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749786503335088067-7750016162534784243?l=frozenpeach18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenpeach18.blogspot.com/feeds/7750016162534784243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749786503335088067&amp;postID=7750016162534784243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749786503335088067/posts/default/7750016162534784243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749786503335088067/posts/default/7750016162534784243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenpeach18.blogspot.com/2008/08/million-miles-away.html' title='Million Miles Away'/><author><name>frozenpeach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591640482660981693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4Fo9E3AZNnc/SILE0VLCoGI/AAAAAAAAAAw/z5JKtiZ1sBo/S220/venus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749786503335088067.post-4496363178887978002</id><published>2008-07-27T17:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T18:23:04.381+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mixed Emotions'/><title type='text'>SToRM SiGNaLS</title><content type='html'>It is raining today, I thought that there's no storm but to my surprise, there is really a storm, and I didn't expect that its name is connected again to someone. I even noticed that this day was full of memories, from the time I went to church up to the name of the storm. And the storm (its name) signals everything- the memories and the person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What's the meaning of these events??!! Do they really mean anything?? Or is it just me thinking, imagining and putting meaning with those unexpected things?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749786503335088067-4496363178887978002?l=frozenpeach18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenpeach18.blogspot.com/feeds/4496363178887978002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749786503335088067&amp;postID=4496363178887978002' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749786503335088067/posts/default/4496363178887978002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749786503335088067/posts/default/4496363178887978002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenpeach18.blogspot.com/2008/07/storm-signals.html' title='SToRM SiGNaLS'/><author><name>frozenpeach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591640482660981693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4Fo9E3AZNnc/SILE0VLCoGI/AAAAAAAAAAw/z5JKtiZ1sBo/S220/venus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749786503335088067.post-7849944874791608075</id><published>2008-07-27T12:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T18:23:04.382+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mixed Emotions'/><title type='text'>Have you ever been inLOVE?</title><content type='html'>It's Sunday so I went to church this morning. And I didn't expect that the homily would hit me (tagos talaga!). The priest asked, "have you all ever been inlove?". There were some people who raised their hands but I didn't, not that I'd never been. I just wanted to keep it all to myself. Then he stated the experiences and emotions of a person inlove. I couldn't help reminiscing the old days. I got teary-eyed because I miss those days especially the person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He was right when he said that when you are inlove, you will give everything to have that person. One will also sacrifice for the sake of another, for the sake of one's happiness even if it means that it will hurt you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; That's LOVE, whether you like it or not, it will come in your way at the time when you least expected and only you, YOURSElF will be the one to decide if you will go or not, if you will take the risk or if you are ready to sacrfice everything for LOVE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749786503335088067-7849944874791608075?l=frozenpeach18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenpeach18.blogspot.com/feeds/7849944874791608075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749786503335088067&amp;postID=7849944874791608075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749786503335088067/posts/default/7849944874791608075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749786503335088067/posts/default/7849944874791608075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenpeach18.blogspot.com/2008/07/have-you-ever-been-inlove.html' title='Have you ever been inLOVE?'/><author><name>frozenpeach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591640482660981693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4Fo9E3AZNnc/SILE0VLCoGI/AAAAAAAAAAw/z5JKtiZ1sBo/S220/venus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749786503335088067.post-3252112273144263827</id><published>2008-07-26T23:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T18:14:29.785+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Precious Times'/><title type='text'>RolleR CoasteR Ride</title><content type='html'>It happened again, and I really really hate on what's happening. I got scared that I can't even tell it to my family. I really thought that after I took my meds, it will all goes back to normal but it wasn't. Worst of all, that motion sickness relapsed. I don't like the feeling, as if I am on a roller coaster ride and I feel that as if I am falling, can't hardly breathe and I feel that any moment, there will be total darkness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Today, it already happened for 3 times and I really don't know what to do. My training will start on Monday and I still have this motion sickness, how I wish it won't happen when I already have a duty in the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I know that sometimes,I want to be sick so that someone will take care of me. But for now, oh please, I don't want, because I'm having a training. I will be more happy if the one who goes back, the one who relapse is he and not this sickness. I know that if that thing happens, I am on a roller coaster ride again, and for sure I will going to enjoy that ride. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749786503335088067-3252112273144263827?l=frozenpeach18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenpeach18.blogspot.com/feeds/3252112273144263827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749786503335088067&amp;postID=3252112273144263827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749786503335088067/posts/default/3252112273144263827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749786503335088067/posts/default/3252112273144263827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenpeach18.blogspot.com/2008/07/roller-coaster-ride.html' title='RolleR CoasteR Ride'/><author><name>frozenpeach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591640482660981693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4Fo9E3AZNnc/SILE0VLCoGI/AAAAAAAAAAw/z5JKtiZ1sBo/S220/venus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749786503335088067.post-1345750718477085213</id><published>2008-07-20T22:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T18:23:04.383+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mixed Emotions'/><title type='text'>ALL About the BLOG</title><content type='html'>Whoaaa, I really have a hard time thinking what will be my first entry in my new blog. So to begin with, I decided to introduce my blog to everyone. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my life, there are things that come and go in my way but still they add meaning into my life, they helped me to grow and to be who I am now and just like this blog, it contains pictures,name or any other things that convey meanings into my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna share you some of them. The first one: my names which are frozenpeach and milkypeach. The word peach comes from my ym account and it is also a name of the 2cartoon characters named "wedding peach" and "sailormoon". Frozen because before, I am really cold to people and also because I was hurt before and I turned myself into an ice. Milky because that was what my friend used to call me and also it became more meaningful that it was a part of a song, a song that was made for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next one is the color which is yellow (yellow yan!). That is really my favorite color. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the last one is the template itself with words such as missing you. I really miss that someone, i really don't know what to do. Eventhough, I already told that I will focus myself into something, still, I can't get that someone out of my mind. All I can do is just to think, thinking what is that someone doing now, what do that someone feels, what is the plan of that someone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's it, this is what my blog means... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749786503335088067-1345750718477085213?l=frozenpeach18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenpeach18.blogspot.com/feeds/1345750718477085213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749786503335088067&amp;postID=1345750718477085213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749786503335088067/posts/default/1345750718477085213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749786503335088067/posts/default/1345750718477085213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenpeach18.blogspot.com/2008/07/all-about-blog.html' title='ALL About the BLOG'/><author><name>frozenpeach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591640482660981693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4Fo9E3AZNnc/SILE0VLCoGI/AAAAAAAAAAw/z5JKtiZ1sBo/S220/venus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
